Chapter 97 - 11: The Shining Youths

Chapter 97: Chapter 11: The Shining Youths

"Oh my God! Suk! Number 7, Suk! We need to take a fresh look at this young man!"

"His Speed is simply incredible!"

"This is a level of Speed the Croatian League has never seen before! He’s like a bolt of lightning on the wing, leaving Lao Xi in the dust in a mere instant. With his formidable Explosive Power and rapid cadence, he quickly caught up to and surpassed Bozic, and his deft ’La Croqueta’ caused Slaven Belupo’s entire defensive line to collapse!"

"If Bozic hadn’t pulled him back, that would have been a goal!"

The commentator, Klauzovic, exclaimed in praise.

In the stands, the Dinamo Zagreb fans had their heads in their hands.

Their eyes were wide, their faces a mixture of shock, delight, and disbelief.

Just moments into the game, this all-new Dinamo Zagreb had already given them a massive surprise.

What amazed them most was that the surprise didn’t come from Davor Suker, but from the other Suk who shared his name!

"Well done, kid!"

Davor Suker ran over and clapped Suk firmly on the back.

Anyone who witnessed such a lightning-fast sprint would feel their spirits soar.

In the world of football, it was the most intense and brutal way to break through.

There were no fancy, flashy skills involved—just pure, absolute Speed.

A mad dash! A full-throttle sprint!

Suk got up from the ground, picked up the Ball, and handed it over.

"The Ball! Delivered!"

Davor Suker ruffled Suk’s hair vigorously, praising him again.

Only then did he walk to the penalty spot, holding the Ball.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Davor Suker took a deep breath.

’Our kid earned this penalty in such spectacular fashion. I can’t waste it.’

He calmed his mind.

Davor Suker began his run-up!

As tens of thousands of fans watched, he tucked the Ball into the bottom-left corner of the goal.

Just two minutes into the game, Dinamo Zagreb took the lead with Davor Suker’s successful penalty kick.

It was, in every sense of the word, a perfect start!

ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!——

The stadium erupted.

"Davor Suker calmly slots the Ball into the goal! He did not let down Little Suqi, whose incredible run earned the penalty!"

"The media has criticized this Dinamo Zagreb team for being too young, but I say it’s precisely because of their youth that we’re witnessing such an exciting match!"

"That’s right! Their style of attack is surprising, but that’s the dynamism of youth!"

"Let’s give our loudest cheers and applause for the two Suks!"

Davor Suker went to the corner flag area. He didn’t celebrate himself, but instead pushed Suk to the forefront and pointed at him.

Clearly, he wanted the fans to focus their attention on Suk.

Suk, for his part, just stared dazedly at the stands.

The cheers rushing in from all directions were like an earthquake. The sound filled his ears and made his blood boil, sending a shiver through his entire body.

A full forty thousand fans had packed into the stadium!

And all of them were cheering for his performance!

’This roar... it’s for me!’

SUK!!!!!!!!——

SUK!!!!!!!!——

SUK!!!!!!!!——

Suk licked his dry lips, a fire seeming to burn in his eyes.

"This feeling... is amazing!"

...

"Slaven Belupo are a goal down just two minutes in. A surprising start for everyone, but an exhilarating one!"

"This is football! It’s always full of uncertainties, just like that sudden forward burst from number 7, Suk!"

"Of course, we can’t forget Modric, who initiated that attack—a genius player from Dinamo Zagreb’s youth academy!"

"Suk! Modric! These young men are seizing the spotlight with their performance, and all we need to do is enjoy the show and give them our applause and cheers!"

Another wave of cheers erupted from the stands.

In the south stand, the bus driver, Kredyvach, smiled and clapped.

"Beautifully played!"

Beside him, Potter exclaimed in amazement, "His Speed is insane!"

"This is just the beginning..." Kredyvach said with a smug look. "You should have seen his performance in the friendly against Red Star Belgrade. Suk has more than just Speed in his arsenal!"

On the field, as Suk was tracking back, Serna gave him a thumbs-up.

"Great job, Suk!"

Suk gave him a thumbs-up in return.

Serna then shouted to the others, "Hey! Guys, Suk has set the example for us. We can’t let him hog all the glory. It’s our turn to show what we’ve got!"

Serna’s words made the other young players’ expressions turn fervent.

Just as Serna had said, Suk had set an example for them. Now they had to step up their game too.

The match resumed.

After conceding the goal, Slaven Belupo seemed even more agitated.

Their midfield began to press forward. The Slaven Belupo midfielder, Marinac, saw an opening for a pass through the center and immediately tried to thread the Ball to his center-forward.

But at that critical moment, Vukojevic suddenly slid in and intercepted the Ball.

"A clean and decisive Interception!"

After completing the Interception, Vukojevic passed the Ball to Modric. Modric tapped the Ball sideways, then flicked it with the outside of his left foot. The Ball went through the opponent’s legs and arrived at the feet of Suk on the wing.

The moment Suk received the Ball, the opposing full-back, Lao Xi, tensed up.

The pressure from Suk’s absolute Speed was too much for him.

He was afraid that if he lost focus for even a second, Suk would break away again.

’I have to stick close to him!’

Suk glanced at the hyper-focused Lao Xi, who was staring intently at his feet.

Suk dribbled the Ball horizontally, pulling into the half-space.

"Lao Xi!"

Hearing his teammate shout his name, Lao Xi, dripping with sweat, replied without looking up, "I’ve got him!"

He then heard Bozic roar, "The wing! Someone’s overlapping!"

Lao Xi looked up in confusion.

Just then, Suk gently pushed the Ball forward and to the left.

"Nice!"

Serna shouted in praise as he took a touch, knocking the Ball ahead of him and accelerating down the line toward the goal.

"Ooooh~~~~~~ Dinamo Zagreb! Another attack down the left flank! The full-back Serna makes an overlapping run to the byline and sends in a cross!! Can Davor Suker win the header?"

Davor Suker wasn’t a player with the Air Dominator attribute, but he still managed to get a touch on the Ball.

However, due to his positioning, he could only knock the Ball backward.

The Ball landed on the right side of the penalty area, in an open space.

And in that very spot, Duimovic was surging forward. Meeting the bouncing Ball, he unleashed a powerful volley.

The Ball carved an arc across the turf, swerving around the crowded box and nestling into the bottom-right corner of the net.

"GOAL!!! ANOTHER ONE!!!"

"Duimovic!! A sudden strike finds the net!! The angle was incredibly difficult!"

"Of course, Serna’s cross was also perfectly precise!"

"This was a display of brilliant chemistry between the young lads of Dinamo Zagreb!"

"Vukojevic with the Interception, Modric launching the attack, Suk receiving the Ball to draw the defense before passing it out wide. Serna with the overlapping run and cross, Davor Suker heading it back into open space, and Duimovic with the surprise strike for the goal!"

"The entire sequence was swift and deadly! This is Be?i?’s answer to the critics! And wow, is it fantastic!!"

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!!!!!!——

ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!——

The Dinamo Zagreb fans in the stadium were going wild.

Watching these young men in their blue kits, conquering the opposition for Dinamo Zagreb.

Their agile figures, their relentless running, their passionate shouts—all of it filled the stadium with an air of youthfulness, so much so that it seemed to make the fans themselves feel several years younger.

"Woooah~~ You bastard!! How was that shot so cool!!"

Suk leaped onto Duimovic’s back.

’I’m so jealous!’

Duimovic just chuckled.

"Can’t let you hog all the glory!"

"Bullshit! Let me kick your ass to vent my frustration!"

"Why should I let you kick me!"

"Goal-scorers have to get their asses kicked!"

"Then why don’t you kick Davor Suker!"

Vukojevic ran over, laughing, and pushed down on Duimovic, forcing him to bend over.

"What’s the point of arguing with him!"

The group stood at the corner flag area. Suk shouted, "One, two, three! Go!"

Together, they gave him a gentle kick, and Duimovic dove towards the turf in front of the stands.

The camera happened to be perfectly positioned to focus on the back of Duimovic’s jersey.

Number 6! Duimovic!

Suk and the others stood back, not moving forward, leaving the stage to Duimovic.

Sunlight, youth, brilliant smiles, and the high spirits radiating from the young men’s faces.

The sun wasn’t particularly bright that day, but to the Dinamo Zagreb fans, it felt as if the group of young men before them were glowing.

The applause in the stadium was long and unending.

The fans gave their applause to these passionate youths, and also to the two spectacular goals.

On the substitute’s bench, Mandzukic watched his unrestrained teammates on the field.

But he didn’t feel happy at all.

Suk and the others had made a successful debut, earning plenty of recognition and applause with their outstanding performance.

Meanwhile, he was still sitting on the bench.

At that moment, Mandzukic’s heart was filled with anxiety.

He clenched his fists tightly. He wanted to join them. He wanted to be a part of it all!

He didn’t want to be left behind by Suk and the others. He had to chase after them.

Even if his path was more difficult and arduous, he still had to rise to the challenge!