The spectacle of a lone rider covering a thousand miles, combined with absolute speed, sent the fans' adrenaline soaring.
Suk's performance filled them with unparalleled excitement.
"Chasing the Wind! We have a Chasing the Wind teenager too!"
In this era, a young man with lofty aspirations and absolute speed was likened to 'Chasing the Wind'.
For example, Michael Owen in the English Premier League was a prime example.
And in this match, Suk's performance earned him this title from the fans.
While dazzling skills and exquisite passing were pleasing to the eye, the violent beauty brought about by such absolute speed also impacted their passion.
Suk's whirlwind raid completely demoralized Bjeljezer Narnednik.
Already trailing by two goals, the score was further widened.
And facing Mostar Zrinjski's defense, they couldn't find any scoring opportunities.
The gap was too big!
Bjeljezer Narnednik's players lowered their heads, their expressions filled with frustration.
Soon, the 90 minutes of the match concluded.
Mostar Zrinjski defeated Bjeljezer Narnednik 3-0, securing a victorious start to the second half of the season.
After securing this victory, Mostar Zrinjski continued to maintain their outstanding performance.
The competition was also entering the final battle of the league's second cycle.
After the 22nd round, the final 11 rounds would also enter the sprint stage of the league's later phase.
Driven by the excitement of the championship and relegation battles, the final cycle would inevitably become more intense.
"Suk, look here!"
"Suk! Suk! Here!"
"Look over here too!"
As the match ended, Suk was surrounded by the media.
At this time, Suk was no longer an unknown young player, but a talented player who was giving the entire Premier League of Bosnia and Herzegovina a headache.
The corresponding media exposure was also becoming more frequent.
"What are your thoughts on this match?" a reporter from Sarajevo asked.
Suk said to the camera; "Our opponents performed very well, but we were in better form. Also, the coach's tactical arrangements were very detailed, which was also the key to our victory. As for my personal performance, I am also very satisfied."
The reporter hurriedly said; "The 23rd round will once again see a match against Sarajevo, which is also your second showdown with Suk Bajić. Before the winter break, Suk Bajić once said that what he was most looking forward to was the match against Mostar Zrinjski, and they were confident of completing their revenge. What is your response to this?"
"Dream on!" Suk showed his fist to the camera and smiled: "We beat them down last time, and it will be the same this time!"
"Dream on! We beat them down last time, and it will be the same this time!"
Suk Bajić was in a very bad mood.
Looking at the smug guy on TV, he wanted to punch him in the face.
Too hateful!
They only lost one game, and this guy was already getting cocky.
Bad luck! Fucking bad luck!
Not only Suk Bajić, but the other Sarajevo players also began to clamor.
"Leave this kid to me. During the match, I will definitely teach him a good lesson."
"Stinky brat! We'll show him some real power!"
Everyone was excited.
At this time, several wonderful goals from this game appeared on TV again.
In this match, Suk completed one goal and one assist, definitely the best performance of the match.
Torres and Meškapec, watching Suk and Modrić's performances on TV, also felt a sense of urgency in their hearts.
"Although it's hateful, these two guys are too threatening!"
Torres said.
Meškapec; "Putting aside everything else, they can run too much!"
Thinking of Suk and Modrić running wildly throughout the game, they felt a headache.
Ćorić covered his mouth.
After the last game, he immediately felt an uncomfortable physiological reaction when he thought of Suk, with a strong urge to vomit.
"Just right, in this game, we can also show them some new things!"
Suk Bajić said with a serious face; "We are also constantly improving. I can also sacrifice for the team. He can fall back, and I can also fall back."
Torres and Meškapec looked at each other, seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.
Recently, based on the new tactics introduced by Van Stejak and Mostar Zrinjski's outstanding performance, the entire Premier League of Bosnia and Herzegovina has also begun a vigorous tactical reform.
Abandoning the previous monotonous and simple tactics, they are moving towards more efficient and threatening tactics.
Except for a few old-fashioned guys, the rest of the teams seem to be trying new tactics.
For example, Sarajevo Railway Workers have already begun to introduce Spanish pass-and-control tactics.
I heard that Tuzla City is also trying AC Milan's Christmas tree formation.
Even Sarajevo is trying center forwards falling back and high-pressing tactical drills.
It can be said that along with Mostar Zrinjski's performance in the Premier League of Bosnia and Herzegovina, the influence they have brought has exceeded their expectations.
However, for Torres and Meškapec, they don't think this hasty tactical reform is a good thing.
It sounds inspiring and has a positive meaning.
But to be honest, it is really too difficult for Sarajevo to play like Mostar Zrinjski.
They don't have the hardware to meet those conditions!
First, there's the high pressing, which emphasizes pressing and cooperation in the frontcourt. Cooperation is one aspect, but stamina is also crucial.
If their stamina is inferior, they risk the opponent finding an opportunity to directly break through the defense.
Then there's the center forward dropping back!
Mostar Zrinjski's center forward dropping back is based on the ability characteristics of Šuker.
Even Koso Pejić isn't a dropping-back playmaker, but a pivot. His task is to hold up the defense and create space for Šuker's forward runs.
But Šuker. Bazić's dropping back is meant for playmaking.
The problem is, Šuker. Bazić doesn't have the talent for playmaking!
This isn't a problem that can be solved with one or two passes, but a product derived from overall vision and a sense of the big picture.
However, Tolister and Meska Pejić's words don't count. The team's tactical reform is in full swing, and everyone is enthusiastic.
Standing up to sing a different tune at this time is tantamount to pouring cold water.
They wouldn't do something that offends people like that.
Let them play!
Naturally, they hope it will be effective.
Round 23 marks the beginning of the third cycle of the Black Super League.
Mostar Zrinjski and Sarajevo meet in the final match of the season, worthy of this highly anticipated battle.
Zagreb, the capital of Croatia.
At Dinamo Zagreb's training base, Ante Ganić, the team's chief scout, is reporting to their coach, Bešić.
"Slaven Belupo is already tempted. Although they replied immediately, they are very interested in Končior. Trading an experienced veteran for a young talent, even with some transfer fees attached, they are highly likely to agree!"
"As for Marsonia, the summer transfer of Mandžukić is basically finalized."
After saying that, the scout closed his notebook and looked at Bešić, saying, "Where did you find these young people?"
Bešić looked up and smiled, "I rested for a year, but that doesn't mean I did nothing!"
"Alright!" Ante Ganić sighed. "Next season, a bunch of kids will be transferred over, plus Modrić. We're almost becoming a kindergarten!"
Bešić smiled: "One more to go!"
"Another one?"
Ante Ganić asked in surprise, "You're not really going to create a youth storm, are you? Buddy, there are too many uncertain factors with young people. If things don't go well, we might get relegated!"
Dinamo Zagreb's situation this season is indeed very bad.
Having been almost destroyed by the Mostar brothers, most of the team's main players have been sold or left.
Bešić was left with a complete mess.
However, Bešić seemed to have become more motivated. His methods after returning were also very tough. He suppressed the contract renewals of most players and put some players on the transfer list in the winter and summer windows.
This is a rhythm of selling players.
And this rhythm is not rebuilding the team, but tearing it down and rebuilding it.
"Looks like you have a big plan!" Ante Ganić asked with interest, "Selling these people, who are you going to bring in?"
Bešić didn't hide anything: "Just two people for now!"
"Who?"
"Jarni and Štimac!"
Ante Ganić was stunned.
"Are you sure? You want to bring in these two old guys!"
For any Croatian, these two are not strangers at all.
At the 1998 World Cup, Croatia, led by 'Golden Left Foot' Davor Šuker, reached the World Cup semi-finals. Although they narrowly lost to France, it was also the World Cup that created Croatia's best-ever World Cup record.
And Jarni and Štimac were the main defenders of that World Cup.
"I completely don't understand what you're thinking." Ante Ganić waved his hand and said, "My work is done, you should let me rest now."
"No, no, no!" Bešić waved his hand, "Your work is not over yet."
Ante Ganić turned his head and said angrily, "You're a boss who exploits employees. I couldn't even go home for Christmas!"
"Me too!" Bešić looked up and said, "Since Christmas, I've almost been living at the club. Buddy, you're the only person I trust right now, so you'll help me, right?"
Hearing this, Ante Ganić softened a little.
If he were the only one suffering, he would definitely feel uncomfortable, but seeing Bešić's thick stubble, heavy bags under his eyes, and dark circles, he knew that the guy in front of him was also very tired.
"Speak, where is it this time?" Ante Ganić said unhappily, "I really can't twist you!"
Bešić smiled: "I knew you were my best friend, you will definitely help me!"
"Tell me the place quickly!" Ante Ganić waved his hand, looking disgusted.
"Bosnia and Herzegovina! Mostar!" Bešić said concisely.
"Mostar?" Ante Ganić was stunned. He asked in surprise, "Luka seems to be there. You want me to scout Luka? You brought him out yourself, is there a need for that?"
"Not Luka!" Bešić smiled; "It's another one!"