At the Foča Stadium, Sarajevo fans were already leaving.
Over three hundred fans of Mostar Zrinjski were still celebrating.
"Modrić!!"
"Šuker!!"
"Modrić!!"
"Šuker!!"
"Modrić!!"
"Šuker!!"
The three hundred plus fans of Mostar Zrinjski were constantly chanting the two names.
In this match, Šuker and Modrić were definitely the biggest contributors to the win.
Throughout the match, they spared no effort in running, maintaining the team's pressing and organization.
Modrić's two goals and Šuker's two assists and one goal!
It could be said that these two young guys relied on their outstanding performance to forcefully drag the victory to their side.
The players pushed Šuker into the stands, where he was immediately overwhelmed by the fans. Šuker was lifted up by the fans, thrown up and caught, then thrown up and caught again.
All that could be heard was Šuker's terrified screams.
While Mostar Zrinjski was celebrating, the expressions on the faces of the Sarajevo players on the other side were somewhat dejected.
"We lost!"
Šuker. Bazić felt a little uncomfortable.
It wasn't that they had never lost before, but this wasn't just a simple loss.
Mostar Zrinjski and Sarajevo were already in a competitive position at the top of the league table, and now Mostar Zrinjski had defeated them and moved to the top of the league.
For Sarajevo, they could let any team be the league leader, because they had the confidence to chase the points.
But this Mostar Zrinjski team was very difficult to deal with.
"Don't be discouraged, next time it will be our turn to take revenge."
Tolister also patted Šuker. Bazić on the shoulder and said.
The latter nodded lightly, his eyes looking past the crowd towards Šuker, a player with the same name and playing position as himself, but with a completely different style.
Previously, he had indeed looked down on Šuker, a guy who was 160 centimeters tall. How could he possibly have an outstanding performance?
But reality gave him a resounding slap in the face. Šuker not only performed well, but was also the main contributor to winning the game.
It could be said that in this match, the performance comparison between the two Šukers was undoubtedly better on the other side.
Šuker. Bazić exhaled and his eyes became sharp. He turned and walked towards the locker room.
Tolister was right, next time it would be their turn to take revenge.
Mostar Zrinjski defeated Sarajevo, this match was fought heartily, but the most important thing was that they completed their revenge.
Previously, Mostar Zrinjski had always been in a state of being suppressed.
Whether it was in the league or the cup, they were always suppressed by Sarajevo.
They played well against other teams, but as soon as they played against Sarajevo, they almost always lost more than they won.
Therefore, this victory was even more precious.
Of course, the Sarajevo players were still very strong, but they didn't understand Mostar Zrinjski's tactics and couldn't find a suitable way to counter them in a short period of time.
This also led to them playing very uncomfortably from the beginning of the match, and Sarajevo was in a passive position until the end of the match.
But just like the goal at the end of the first half, once Mostar Zrinjski relaxed their pressing in the middle and front fields, the opponent could create a dangerous scoring opportunity.
Tolister, Meskapeć, and Šuker. Bazić were all very strong players, and their abilities were not weak.
But the ultimate winner was still Mostar Zrinjski.
After returning to the hotel, Van Stejak was also in a great mood. He decided to set off back the next day. Tonight, they could stay overnight in Sarajevo.
This decision also made the players who came out of the small town of Mostar eager to try.
"How about going to the Old Town tonight?"
Mašović said with great interest.
Sarajevo's Old Town is home to many leisure and entertainment venues, but most importantly, it has many bars and young women.
Mašović suggested, and everyone agreed.
After returning to the hotel, everyone excitedly began to dress up.
At around 7 o'clock, everyone gathered in the hotel lobby.
A total of 9 people.
Kosopeć, Mašović, Hačić, Krpić, Haskijević, Šuker, Modrić, Štelk, Biljar.
Kosopeć and others were all wearing dress pants + cardigan shirts or crew-neck T-shirts, relatively simple clothing.
Šuker and Modrić were also wearing shorts and short sleeves.
As for Biljar, who had rich nightlife experience, he was wearing expensive and gorgeous sportswear, with a tight-fitting orange short sleeve inside, wearing a green baseball cap backwards, and a gold chain around his neck, dressed very... alternative?
"Hey! No way?" Biljar looked at everyone's attire and said in shock; "If you go like this, no girl will say hello to you."
Kosopeć looked down at himself and asked; "Is there any problem?"
Biljar gestured; "You have to show yourselves, you have to create an impulse for girls to want something to happen."
Modrić: "Girls won't want something to happen to you just because you're dressed like a rainbow ladybug!"
Pfft!
Everyone couldn't help but laugh. Modrić's mouth was still very venomous.
Šuker also nodded: "Your fashion sense is at least a few hundred years ahead."
In other words, they can't appreciate it now.
Biljar was a little depressed by the rebuttal.
"Tasteless guys." Biljar complained, then said; "Let's go to Rose Street in the Old Town first, there are many restaurants there. After dinner, the nightlife really begins!"
Food and nightlife are things that the small town of Mostar cannot experience.
Perhaps only in a big city like Sarajevo can there be such a lively scene.
On a weekend night, taking a taxi to the Old Town, the streets were full of young people, and there were many small stalls and restaurants on both sides, and the prices were surprisingly cheap.
The people of Bosnia and Herzegovina love calories, all kinds of grilled meat, oily, oily, oily, all kinds of desserts, sweet, sweet, sweet.
Considering that the Slavs are also a fighting nation, high calories are true love!
The food street under the night is still lively.
Šuker and others also strolled around for a while before finally finding a local internet celebrity store.
Of course, the current internet celebrity stores are spread by word of mouth, which is much better than some fake internet celebrity stores that will be swept up by traffic in the future.
There were many people in line, and everyone was not in a hurry, so they waited here.
About half an hour later, it was finally their turn.
"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"
Šuker couldn't wait any longer, his stomach was so hungry that it was about to rebel.
After a group of nine people walked in, they were arranged to come to a long table at the edge of the hall.
This store does not have the concept of a dedicated seat. Several groups of strangers may eat together at a long table.
Šuker sat down with a thud and looked up at the opposite side, and was immediately embarrassed.
There were five people in front of him.
It happened to be the Sarajevo players who played against them a few hours ago.
Sarajevo captain, Ivan Krič, Šuker. Bazić, Tolister, Meskapeć and Jorić.
The five people were also surprised to see Šuker.
Tolister and Meskapeć, lightly 'Oh'ed, with an interesting expression on their faces.
Jorić suddenly covered his mouth, feeling a little nauseous in his stomach.
Šuker. Bazić stared straight at Šuker, he didn't expect to meet here.
And after everyone else was seated, in the noisy hall, this long table on the edge was particularly quiet.
"The atmosphere is a bit bad!"
Biljar looked at Kosopeć and Ivan Krič facing each other, as if there was a sense of confrontation.
"This is a confrontation of momentum between captains, whoever moves their eyes first loses!"
Šuker complained again; "But there is no need at all, you are a vice-captain, why are you confronting the captain, they are not at the same level, it is estimated that they were suppressed in the last game and felt a little embarrassed, and wanted to make up for it here."
"Make up for it my ass!" Kosopeć turned his head and cursed angrily: "It's a pain in the ass; "You're too loud!"
Šuker was stunned for a moment: "Is it loud?"
Biljar: ". Everyone can hear it."
Tolister on the opposite side couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.
Meskapeć: "Hey! Šuker."
"Ah?"
"What's wrong?"
Šuker and Šuker. Bazić turned their heads at the same time.
Meskapeć grinned, pointed to the opposite side, and said; "I'm calling him."
Šuker. Bazić then turned his head and pouted lightly.
"You guys played very well today." Meskapeć was good at talking, and slightly eased the tense atmosphere.
As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling face, Šuker also immediately said; "You don't understand our new tactics, otherwise you wouldn't have played so passively."
Meskapeć smiled and said; "But losing is not a bad thing, Šuker. Bazić decided to stay."
"What do you mean?" Šuker asked puzzled.
Tolister on the side explained; "Moscow Central Red Army of Russia originally invited Šuker. Bazić to join, he hesitated for a long time, and after losing today, he decided to stay."
Šuker looked at Šuker. Bazić with a look of disgust; "You wouldn't have some kind of chuunibyou idea like revenge that made you stay, right?"
Šuker. Bazić said angrily; "How is that possible, my agent is working in the top five leagues, see if there is a chance to directly land in the top five leagues."
Tolister pointed to Šuker. Bazić and Meskapeć and said; "We are all with the same agent, he has some connections to promote us to the top five leagues."
Šuker then nodded.
"Then I wish you success." Šuker picked up the cup in his hand.
Hearing this, Šuker. Bazić also raised his cup, and the two gently touched it.
"At first, I did underestimate you a bit, but your performance in this game was very good, we didn't lose unjustly."
Šuker smiled happily and waved his hand: "No! No! You guys played great too."
As Šuker began to communicate with the other party, everyone also became familiar, and the dinner gradually became lively.