The next day, after training, Suk found head coach Van Stajak.
Hearing Suk's story, Van Stajak's expression became extremely gloomy.
"Are you sure it was Potrac who contacted you?"
Suk nodded, gesturing: "Wearing a suit, about 175 centimeters tall, very thin, with high cheekbones, a slightly protruding mouth, and looks like a rat."
Listening to Suk's specific description, Van Stajak was also convinced.
"No doubt about it!"
Van Stajak got up and said, "Wait a moment."
With that, he left for a while, and when he returned, he was accompanied by a person.
Suk had seen this person yesterday, named Kelly Vikmanzki, he is the sporting director of Mostar Zrinjski.
Vikmanzki's expression was equally ugly, he came to Suk and asked directly: "The other party is called Potrac, right?"
Suk didn't know why they were so obsessed with this name, but he still nodded and said: "Yes!"
With that, he described it again.
Along with Suk's description, Vikmanzki's expression became even more gloomy.
Van Stajak on the side said: "I said, we should have solved this trouble earlier."
Vikmanzki pursed his lips: "I will investigate, give me two weeks."
"Okay!" Van Stajak nodded.
Before Vikmanzki left, he patted Suk on the shoulder and said: "Good job, Suk, you should report this kind of thing to the club in time in the future. You don't have to worry about the next thing, we will handle it!"
Suk nodded: "Understood."
At this time, Suk was also confused, not knowing why they were so sensitive to this name.
After returning to the dormitory, Suk learned some information from Modrić.
"Potrac is the agent of vice-captain Oliveira. When I joined Mostar Zrinjski, Oliveira also introduced him to me, but I wanted to return to Dinamo Zagreb, so I didn't sign an agency contract with him."
Suk suddenly understood, he understood why the club's reaction was so big.
This is a matter of whether vice-captain Oliveira may be involved in match-fixing.
Potrac had already approached Suk so directly, and the possibility that Oliveira, who had been cooperating with Potrac for so long, had not been involved in match-fixing was very low.
This kind of problem has always been very sensitive and troublesome, which is why the club is so cautious.
Of course, Suk also didn't understand, why did that guy come to him? And expressing it so bluntly, isn't this just putting Oliveira in trouble?
Suk didn't know the specific situation, but after the training ended on the third day, he saw the sporting director directly call Oliveira away.
The sporting director rarely shows up in front of the first team. Mostar Zrinjski's decentralized management is very thorough.
The head coach is responsible for training, and the management will not interfere, so as to avoid suspicion, and will not even show up on the court.
But the sporting director personally called Oliveira away, which also means that the incident is serious enough.
People are always gossipy.
In the locker room, everyone had already started discussing.
"Mr. Vikmanzki's expression was very ugly, Oliveira is in trouble?"
"Probably not a good thing!"
"I'm very curious, what trouble did he cause!"
Suk and Modrić were silent.
They also didn't need to talk about it, just wait for the result.
On the other side, Oliveira walked out of the sporting director's office in panic, and immediately drove all the way, soon arriving at a graffiti-filled gathering place in Neum Port.
This is a two-story building, with a group of oddly dressed guys squatting downstairs, who look like gangsters at first glance.
Oliveira rushed up the stairs angrily and broke into an office directly.
"Bastard! Look at what you've done!"
Oliveira rushed in, he saw Potrac lazily sitting on the chair, wearing a floral shirt, looking at Oliveira mockingly: "Isn't this our big star!"
"Did you contact the club?" Oliveira said with a gloomy expression.
Potrac said absentmindedly: "You could say that."
"Today the sporting director came to me, he wants to investigate me." Oliveira said nervously: "We should prepare."
"Prepare what?" Potrac said in surprise: "This is your trouble, what does it have to do with us!"
Oliveira was stunned for a moment, only to see his face suddenly turn red, angrily saying: "Don't forget! You're the one who dragged me into this."
"Idiot!" Potrac mocked: "You couldn't resist the temptation yourself, you could have refused at the beginning, but you accepted it, this is your decision, so this is also your trouble."
"Bastard! Bastard!"
Bang!
Oliveira slammed the table angrily, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, his whole person like a man-eating beast, his face full of ferocity, saying:
"If I'm found out, you won't be better off!"
Oliveira threatened.
Potrac said lightly: "Is there any evidence? We are a regular football agency, once you are found out, we will also ask you for liquidated damages."
Potrac still had that mocking face, saying: "Stupid guy!"
Oliveira felt dizzy and at a loss.
Threats were useless, he began to soften.
"I can still help you make money, I can play more fixed matches, we still have room for cooperation."
"Can you still play matches now?" Potrac said contemptuously: "How long has it been since you played a match? Oliveira, you have lost your value."
"Get out! You idiot!"
Oliveira walked out of the office dejectedly, his face filled with panic, unsure of what to do.
He began to regret his initial decision.
If he had resisted temptation, he wouldn't be in this state now.
Once, Oliveira was a famous genius in Mostar, hailing from the youth academy of Zrinjski Mostar, a truly authentic background.
He was once passionate and dedicated to his dream of football.
But at some point, he gradually declined and became dissolute.
He began to pursue fame and fortune, chasing after money.
He started forming cliques in the locker room, excluding dissidents.
He even colluded with Poturak for more income.
And now, everything was exposed.
Yes!
The investigation was only a matter of time; Oliveira had too many flaws to withstand scrutiny.
He had messed everything up!
In the night, Oliveira walked down the road like a zombie.
His eyes were blank, his mind empty, and memories of the past flashed through his mind.
Those passionate years, those innocent years.
It was a beautiful memory, and he tried to reach out and grab them, but he grasped at nothing.
Yes!
The past cannot be undone!
Oliveira stood under a street lamp, his shadow stretching long.
His shoulders began to shake, and tears welled up in his eyes, as fear, regret, helplessness, and other emotions flooded his heart.
Since that incident, Suk and the others had not seen Oliveira at the training ground.
Presumably, he was under investigation and in no mood to train.
As for the investigation results, they have not yet been announced, but the news of Oliveira's alleged match-fixing has been slightly revealed.
The players were very angry about this, after all, when they were desperately trying to win, someone was stabbing them in the back, which was unacceptable.
Oliveira was ruined!
Oliveira's departure had a great impact on the atmosphere of the entire locker room.
Many players who had been bullied in the past began to break free, especially Boame, who stepped into a more prominent role.
Boame was previously in a competitive environment with Oliveira, so Oliveira would put more effort into suppressing Boame.
But since Oliveira left, Boame has a high probability of becoming a starter.
Of course, his starting position is still in a state of competition.
Mainly because Suk is now playing as a winger, thus occupying the winger position.
Based on this being the key to the overall organizational rhythm, it is difficult for Boame to directly compete with Suk, so Boame and Biljar have become competitors for the same position.
And in this environment, Biljar's pressure is also gradually increasing.
After all, since coach Vastic took office, although he has retained the main lineup, the changes have been great, with a sense of competitive employment.
Currently, in Zrinjski Mostar, apart from the goalkeeper, the defense, Modrić, and Suk, there are no absolute starters.
Even Kvesić sometimes has to give way to Suk for tactical needs.
In just over two months, Suk has gradually evolved from a pure rookie into a team bully.
"Tomorrow, we are going to Sarajevo, get ready!"
Coach Vastic said to everyone after training.
Now the league has entered the second round, and Zrinjski Mostar has ushered in two consecutive away games.
The last game was played against Sarajevo, and this game will be played against Željezničar Sarajevo.
Željezničar Sarajevo was Suk's debut opponent, and they have strong players such as Vukotić and Bošnjak.
Most importantly, they were not at full strength in that game.
Winger Mekić and another center-back, Fetahović, were unable to participate due to injuries.
After the end of the first round, they have also returned one after another, and the strength of Željezničar Sarajevo will also increase accordingly.
"Fetahović is less than 180 centimeters tall, but the reason why he can play center-back is mainly because he is fast and extremely flexible, and most importantly, his style is very tough!"
Coach Vastic looked at Suk and said, "You have to be careful of Fetahović. Compared to those tall center-backs, this guy is the most likely to restrain you."
Suk nodded.
"As for Mekić, he is also very fast, even possibly as fast as Suk, and most importantly, he combines the ball well and is very good at sudden shots after cutting inside!"
"Mekić is only 168 centimeters tall, only seven centimeters taller than Suk, but he is very strong, has a strong core, and it is not easy to knock him down."
Suk felt uncomfortable.
Don't always cue me!
"Mekić is very fast, so the winger needs to retreat appropriately." After saying that, Vastic looked at Suk again.
After they saw Suk's 'mule'-like endurance in the last game, he began to assign more tasks to Suk.
After all, the able are burdened with more work!
Now Suk is truly an absolute starter in Zrinjski Mostar, irreplaceable by anyone.
After all, he is responsible for offense, defense, tracking back, and organization!
One person performs multiple functions, who can replace him!