With the contract signed, the weight on Suk's mind lifted.
Besic knew Suk had a crucial match tomorrow, so he didn't detain him, and the two parted ways.
Back at the training base, Suk was noticeably more relaxed.
"Contract signed?" Modric asked.
Since the club hadn't announced it yet, others didn't know, but Modric was in the know.
Suk smiled and gave an 'OK' gesture, which brought a smile to Modric's face as well.
He could continue to be Suk's teammate.
After pre-match training, head coach Vastic gathered everyone together.
Suk and the others stood in two rows, waiting for the coach to speak.
Vastic scanned from left to right, his gaze meeting each player's, his eyes full of encouragement.
"After a season of hard work, the final moment has finally arrived!"
Vastic said loudly, his voice with a hint of tremor, clearly also nervous about the upcoming crucial battle.
"The championship, only one is produced in a season! It's a special honor given to the team with the best performance!"
"This is the first time since the founding of Mostar Zrinjski that we're so close to the Bosnian Premier League title!"
"You must remember, you are creating history!"
Vastic's words gradually ignited a spark in everyone's hearts.
"I can't predict tomorrow's match, but I believe in you! The hard work and training of this season will not betray your expectations! The championship will also be injected into the genes called Mostar Zrinjski for the first time!"
"This is a small town in Bosnia and Herzegovina, insignificant in the whole country!"
"But this time, you will use a victory to make the whole of Bosnia and Herzegovina hear the voice from Mostar!"
Vastic suddenly clenched his fist and shouted loudly: "The championship belongs to Mostar!"
With excitement in their hearts, everyone roared in unison:
"The championship belongs to Mostar!"
"Tomorrow we're playing against Sarajevo's FK Željezničar. It feels like they're always the ones standing in our way in every important match!" Stilic said, looking at Suk and Modric.
Then, with a look of longing, he said: "I wonder if I'll have a chance to play tomorrow!"
Stilic had already given up.
For him, being friends with Suk and Modric was already a very disheartening thing.
Watching his two good friends perform so well in the matches, while he was still competing for a starting position on the bench.
At first, he was a little unwilling and tried to catch up, but as time passed, Stilic had long since resigned himself.
He couldn't catch up!
They were simply not from the same world.
"There should be a chance in the second half. Our tactic is to quickly gain an advantage, and then we'll likely defend. Although Vastic is an aggressive young coach, he'll be more cautious in his lineup in the face of such a crucial match."
"Really! I should have a chance!" Listening to Suk's analysis, Stilic looked expectant.
"After going back tonight, get a good night's sleep and don't affect tomorrow's match!" Cosic walked over, his hands naturally on Suk and Modric's shoulders, reminding the two.
Suk turned his head and smiled: "Captain, wait for the goal tomorrow, I'll pass the ball to you!"
Modric also said seriously: "I will also rush more in the first half!"
Looking at the two with such full of fighting spirit, Cosic also felt extremely gratified in his heart.
The day before the match passed in silence.
Everyone was making final adjustments for the match.
The next day, morning.
The usually quiet town became lively.
From early morning, vendors were pushing carts towards the Stadion pod Bijelim Brijegom.
Town fans were also bringing things needed for the match to the stadium.
Although the match didn't start until 3 pm, the tension before this championship battle had fully spread.
Whoosh!
The live broadcast vehicle of Bosnian television drove from the main road of Mostar towards the Stadion pod Bijelim Brijegom.
They needed to arrive at the stadium first and install the camera positions, in order to better lay the foundation for the broadcast of this championship battle.
Media reporters from all over the country also appeared in the town of Mostar, randomly selecting townspeople for interviews.
"Championship? Yes! We are the champions!"
A young man wearing a fisherman's hat and short sleeves said proudly to the camera: "This is Mostar's first championship, touching everyone's hearts. We all believe that Mostar Zrinjski will bring the championship to us!"
"The player I'm most looking forward to is Suk! Hahaha! Two seasons ago, we were teammates in the second division!"
"That's right! That's right! Mostar Wanderers! Hahahaha!"
"Who's better, Suk or me? Okay, I'd like to say that my abilities are also very good, but in fact, I've already given up football, and Suk is performing even better than he was then."
Kovacic smiled very happily when facing the camera.
He took out a business card from his pocket and shoved it in front of the camera.
"I'm a sailor, and we'll be going out to sea to fish in June this year. Bosses who need it can contact me!"
Inside Mlinar's workshop.
Orić said seriously to the camera: "I discovered Suk. Due to his height, he almost broke his professional path. At that time, after seeing Suk's performance, I recognized his talent!"
"He is unparalleled! Everything has been proven now!"
"He is definitely a key player in my team!"
"Mostar Zrinjski was founded in 1905. In the early days, we also fought in the Yugoslav First League, but we were soon relegated. Mostar Zrinjski is a team without honor, but we are injecting the first honor and championship into her!"
Sports director Kelly Wickmanji said seriously to the camera: "This season, we must win the championship and create a brand new future for Mostar Zrinjski!"
Time entered noon.
The weather in May is still very cool, but the sun is very harsh.
The fans gathered around the Stadion pod Bijelim Brijegom were also holding up umbrellas, and they came to this area early to reserve seats.
That's right! It's reserving seats!
For this match, Mostar Zrinjski and the town government announced to the public that the match would be free to watch.
Outside the south stand, the fans didn't go to reserve seats. This is the area the club has designated for students.
After communication, Mostar's schools and the club reached an agreement, asking for 500 seats to provide for students to watch the game.
Obviously, this is also to plant the seeds of 'hometown' in the hearts of these students.
After all, young people are running to big cities, and the embarrassing situation of no one wanting to run back to build their hometown is making them rack their brains to think of ways.
Injecting 'hometown pride' is obviously a good way.
And now, Mostar has a very good opportunity.
Near two o'clock, more and more fans gathered around the Stadion pod Bijelim Brijegom.
Even the roof was crowded, and many people were afraid that the roof would not be able to withstand the pressure and collapse.
The other three standing stands were even more crowded with a large number of people.
The fans on the outside could hardly see the stadium, they were just joining in the fun.
"Here they come!"
"They're here!"
"Come on!!"
"Warriors of Mostar!"
The bus stopped at the edge of the stadium, and as the players got off one after another, the fans in the stadium burst into fierce cheers.
Clap clap clap clap clap clap!!
The applause on the scene was connected into one piece. Looking around, it was all black with people.
This is also the first time the Stadion pod Bijelim Brijegom has welcomed such a large number of fans.
"There are probably 10,000 people, right?" Biljar looked excited.
This guy is a crowd-pleaser. The more people there are, the more excited he gets and the more he wants to show himself. Of course, this kind of player also has another name, Mr. Big Game!
"Are these people on a picnic?" Suk looked at the earthen slope not far away, where one picnic blanket was next to another, and a family seemed to be out on a picnic, full of things to eat and drink.
However, this is also a characteristic of the town. After all, you can't find this kind of place even if you run to a professional stadium.
Suk and the others walked into the stadium under the leadership of head coach Vastic, and applause rang out along the way.
In the front seats of the south stand, Dinamo Zagreb's coach Besic and scout Jataganic were also sitting together.
"Their final opponent is Sarajevo's FK Željezničar. This team is also considered a strong team in Bosnia and Herzegovina. In the past matches, Mostar Zrinjski and FK Željezničar were evenly matched, but since this season, Mostar Zrinjski has defeated FK Željezničar twice in two cycles, and this time is their last match this season!"
Listening to Jataganic's explanation, Besic nodded slightly. "I remember that Bosnjak joined a Bosnian team."
"It's FK Željezničar!" Jataganic said with a smile, then shook his head. "But his form has declined too seriously!"
As a former Croatian international, although he was a substitute, Bosnjak was still a very good center-back option.
But after the age of 30, his form began to decline sharply.
After spending two seasons with Lokomotiva Zagreb, he was finally unable to adjust his form and eventually chose to leave.
While Jataganic was speaking, Besic's eyes were also looking at the stadium.
To be precise, he was looking at his beloved disciple, Modric.
As Modric's first coach and the coach who brought him into the professional arena, Besic has always believed that Modric is his most proud work.
And Modric's performance in the Bosnian league this season has also been very outstanding.
This also made Besic feel extremely satisfied.