You went to Bora Bora without me? :'(
KIŠ DOES IT AGAIN
HAJDUK 4-1 RIJEKA T. KIŠ x2, M. OREMUŠ x2
It was a strong Rijeka side, but it was never enough. Even Bendiš cutting an uncharicteristically silent figure on the bench, his team was always just a little bit too good. Mirnes Trifković, the recently naturalized Slovenian, who looks to be going for a Croatia cap, started on the left flank, and was the first person to assist to the rampant striker that is Tomi Kiš. The two time Slovenian young player of the year fed a beautiful ball from the left wing that dropped just perfectly in front of Croatia's best player, for him to lob it over the Rijeka keeper. Then, Kiš did it on his own: stealing the ball on the half, before dribbling through not one, not two, but three hapless defenders, before coming into the box, and dancing past the keeper to put the ball into the empty net.
Some say he puts glue on his shoes before the match, but that cannot be said for his two assists, as he was in a position on both occasions to ruin the goalkeeper's day with a hat-trick, only to be selfless and shove the ball towards Oremuš instead.
Towards the end of the match, a banner unfurled on the main stand, with the words "We'll always be here for you". At that point, five minutes before the final whistle, Bendiš waved and left the stadium to a standing ovation, a single tear in his eye... for the banner was too much to bear.
HAJDUK 4-1 RIJEKA T. KIŠ x2, M. OREMUŠ x2
It was a strong Rijeka side, but it was never enough. Even Bendiš cutting an uncharicteristically silent figure on the bench, his team was always just a little bit too good. Mirnes Trifković, the recently naturalized Slovenian, who looks to be going for a Croatia cap, started on the left flank, and was the first person to assist to the rampant striker that is Tomi Kiš. The two time Slovenian young player of the year fed a beautiful ball from the left wing that dropped just perfectly in front of Croatia's best player, for him to lob it over the Rijeka keeper. Then, Kiš did it on his own: stealing the ball on the half, before dribbling through not one, not two, but three hapless defenders, before coming into the box, and dancing past the keeper to put the ball into the empty net.
Some say he puts glue on his shoes before the match, but that cannot be said for his two assists, as he was in a position on both occasions to ruin the goalkeeper's day with a hat-trick, only to be selfless and shove the ball towards Oremuš instead.
Towards the end of the match, a banner unfurled on the main stand, with the words "We'll always be here for you". At that point, five minutes before the final whistle, Bendiš waved and left the stadium to a standing ovation, a single tear in his eye... for the banner was too much to bear.
Thank you all so much for the support. Here I thought that I would have to come back and rebuild the story from scratch. Let's just hope we can keep this up until I DO win the Champions League at home.
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Wow, some amazing updates to bring this story back to life. Loving it already, and welcome back to my favorite story! 
KIŠ SETS ANŽI ALIGHT
ANŽI 0-4 HAJDUK T. KIŠ x3, T. PEŠIĆ
Ah, the Champions League. The best teams, the new players, the exotic venues of... Dagestan.
Great.
The Russians have always been something of a surprise for the European teams. It is not that they are massively successful, but with Anži and their mercenaries, every once in a while, you could sense something special. With the group Hajduk was in, one might imagine that Anži didn't stand much of a chance. But Milan believed that. Allegri believed that. San Siro believed that, and, at the end of the day, it was Anži that walked away with three points in the bag, and not AC Milan. But this is Hajduk. Hajduk is an altogether different beast. The Croatian and European champions have the luxury of almost always being the underdogs. No matter where they went, there was always a team that thought, "Hey, we can beat these idiots. Most of them haven't even played outside the club." This was the norm, and in Split, they took advantage of it well, and often.
But this Hajduk was less confident. Ever since their win against Schalke at home, Hajduk have already dropped a couple points in the league. Sure they're first, now, and they've scoed 26 goals in 9 games, but that's hardly the point. For a while, Dinamo were winning, and that didn't sit well. Even the Schalke game was difficult: Tomi Kiš scoring the winner in the 85th.
So when the team got off the plane in Istanbul, they were not exactly thrilled to find that their charter plane wasn't exactly the most modern thing in the world. But they were going to Dagestan. Not many pilots would fly into the region, and it's not like Bendiš was going to drive a Ferrari through there. Besides, it wasn't as if the plane's propellors had too many bullet holes. It should hold, provided the wings don't fall off first.
Their apprehension vanished, however, when the team arrived in the capital, and were led towards the stadium. The club, for the first time, had a strict policy regarding this match: last flight in, first flight out. And Bendiš, for the first time, didn't complain. He doubted he'd find his fiancée there though. He didn't think he'd find her anywhere anymore, but that was another matter.
Whatever thoughts Bendiš had on the Russians vanished after kick-off. This was not the "once-semi-okay" Anži that he had once seen. This did not have the Samuel Eto'o, or the Yuri Žirkov of old. This was simply a bunch of individualistic Brazilians and Russians mixed in. And Hajduk... well, that's the easiest team for Hajduk to play... no matter how many dribbling tricks they pull.
Tomislav Kiš got the ball first, and, as he moved towards the left flank, he stopped with a defender in between him and the goal. Feigning towards the goal-line, he sent Chris Samba the wrong way before Antonio Milić got a decent touch for Teo Pešić to find the opener. This was 20 minutes in. Away.
Then, it was Mirnes Trifkovič's turn. The Slovenian, who is forging a few decent performances in a row on the left wing, dribbled inside to get past a full-back before Chris Samba (again) lunged from the side, and sent him flying. Kiš doubled the score from the spot, to give Hajduk 2-0 before the half.
Then he went at it again, getting his brace from a neat poacher's effort after the 18 year old, Admir Lotinac, who is already defying his years in his handful of starts, crossed the ball for Kiš to volley it into the corner of the net. His last goal though, was something else.
Šozić, Hajduk's only Brazilian import, has been having the last few games of his life. Brought in only because he was a good team player, and worked hard, as well as being an amazing midfielder, the 18 year old Brazilian has impressed on every substitute appearance. Brought on in the 60th, the midfielder tracked all the way back behind the half, before noticing the striker starting an early run on the left. Despite only playing with him for a few months, he trusted his instincts and lobbed a perfectly weighted pass forward.
Kiš saw it coming, and, cutting inside, caught the ball on his heals flicking it over the last marker. He moved like the wind, as the grass opened up before him. He had already run 45 meters, beating two defenders, but with the goalkeeper bearing down on him, he unleashed the coup de grâce, lobbing the ball from 30 meters, and watching it just kiss the crossbar on the way into the goal.
He was taken off a moment later, to a stunning standing ovation from the crowd. 10 minutes later, the final whistle blew, and, after a couple minutes both teams raced for the airport. One to get home, and the other to find out where they belonged.
ANŽI 0-4 HAJDUK T. KIŠ x3, T. PEŠIĆ
Ah, the Champions League. The best teams, the new players, the exotic venues of... Dagestan.
Great.
The Russians have always been something of a surprise for the European teams. It is not that they are massively successful, but with Anži and their mercenaries, every once in a while, you could sense something special. With the group Hajduk was in, one might imagine that Anži didn't stand much of a chance. But Milan believed that. Allegri believed that. San Siro believed that, and, at the end of the day, it was Anži that walked away with three points in the bag, and not AC Milan. But this is Hajduk. Hajduk is an altogether different beast. The Croatian and European champions have the luxury of almost always being the underdogs. No matter where they went, there was always a team that thought, "Hey, we can beat these idiots. Most of them haven't even played outside the club." This was the norm, and in Split, they took advantage of it well, and often.
But this Hajduk was less confident. Ever since their win against Schalke at home, Hajduk have already dropped a couple points in the league. Sure they're first, now, and they've scoed 26 goals in 9 games, but that's hardly the point. For a while, Dinamo were winning, and that didn't sit well. Even the Schalke game was difficult: Tomi Kiš scoring the winner in the 85th.
So when the team got off the plane in Istanbul, they were not exactly thrilled to find that their charter plane wasn't exactly the most modern thing in the world. But they were going to Dagestan. Not many pilots would fly into the region, and it's not like Bendiš was going to drive a Ferrari through there. Besides, it wasn't as if the plane's propellors had too many bullet holes. It should hold, provided the wings don't fall off first.
Their apprehension vanished, however, when the team arrived in the capital, and were led towards the stadium. The club, for the first time, had a strict policy regarding this match: last flight in, first flight out. And Bendiš, for the first time, didn't complain. He doubted he'd find his fiancée there though. He didn't think he'd find her anywhere anymore, but that was another matter.
Whatever thoughts Bendiš had on the Russians vanished after kick-off. This was not the "once-semi-okay" Anži that he had once seen. This did not have the Samuel Eto'o, or the Yuri Žirkov of old. This was simply a bunch of individualistic Brazilians and Russians mixed in. And Hajduk... well, that's the easiest team for Hajduk to play... no matter how many dribbling tricks they pull.
Tomislav Kiš got the ball first, and, as he moved towards the left flank, he stopped with a defender in between him and the goal. Feigning towards the goal-line, he sent Chris Samba the wrong way before Antonio Milić got a decent touch for Teo Pešić to find the opener. This was 20 minutes in. Away.
Then, it was Mirnes Trifkovič's turn. The Slovenian, who is forging a few decent performances in a row on the left wing, dribbled inside to get past a full-back before Chris Samba (again) lunged from the side, and sent him flying. Kiš doubled the score from the spot, to give Hajduk 2-0 before the half.
Then he went at it again, getting his brace from a neat poacher's effort after the 18 year old, Admir Lotinac, who is already defying his years in his handful of starts, crossed the ball for Kiš to volley it into the corner of the net. His last goal though, was something else.
Šozić, Hajduk's only Brazilian import, has been having the last few games of his life. Brought in only because he was a good team player, and worked hard, as well as being an amazing midfielder, the 18 year old Brazilian has impressed on every substitute appearance. Brought on in the 60th, the midfielder tracked all the way back behind the half, before noticing the striker starting an early run on the left. Despite only playing with him for a few months, he trusted his instincts and lobbed a perfectly weighted pass forward.
Kiš saw it coming, and, cutting inside, caught the ball on his heals flicking it over the last marker. He moved like the wind, as the grass opened up before him. He had already run 45 meters, beating two defenders, but with the goalkeeper bearing down on him, he unleashed the coup de grâce, lobbing the ball from 30 meters, and watching it just kiss the crossbar on the way into the goal.
He was taken off a moment later, to a stunning standing ovation from the crowd. 10 minutes later, the final whistle blew, and, after a couple minutes both teams raced for the airport. One to get home, and the other to find out where they belonged.
THERE IS NO COMPARISON
HAJDUK 4-2 AC MILAN A. MILIĆ ('10, '90+1), T. PEŠIĆ ('40), M. LJUBIČIĆ ('90) - M. DESTRO ('21), D. LEVATI ('71)
To any casual observer, it looked like it was going to be a draw. An interesting, goal-filled draw, but still, both teams would end up with a point, and Hajduk would be forced to come up with the goods away from home.
But Hajduk plays for 90 minutes. Hajduk always played for 90 minutes, and, well, AC Milan just played for 89. For 89 minutes, Milan held Hajduk strong. But then, in the last ten minutes, the flow changed. Pato was brought on to try to beat the defenders, but there wasn't a chance. Antonio Milić, already having a brilliant game, pushed the ball towards Kiš's substitute, Mario Ljubičić, and, off the rebound, the striker pounded the ball home with, what everyone thought was the winner.
But, in the confusion, AC Milan lost the ball again, and, as Admir Lotinac, who's been fucking fantastic, dropped the ball towards the center, Antonio Milić smashed the ball in off the crossbar, closing out the game 4-2, and basking in the glory that is Poljud
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//As an added bonus, because Kiš is doing as well as he is this season, we're going to be keeping track of his rating, and his average rating at the bottom of every post, even for games I don't write about.
Tomislav KIŠ
@ ŠIBENIK --- 9.4 - AVG: 8.10
v. AC MILAN - 6.7 - AVG: 7.96
v. CIBALIA -- 7.9 - AVG: 8.05
HAJDUK 4-2 AC MILAN A. MILIĆ ('10, '90+1), T. PEŠIĆ ('40), M. LJUBIČIĆ ('90) - M. DESTRO ('21), D. LEVATI ('71)
To any casual observer, it looked like it was going to be a draw. An interesting, goal-filled draw, but still, both teams would end up with a point, and Hajduk would be forced to come up with the goods away from home.
But Hajduk plays for 90 minutes. Hajduk always played for 90 minutes, and, well, AC Milan just played for 89. For 89 minutes, Milan held Hajduk strong. But then, in the last ten minutes, the flow changed. Pato was brought on to try to beat the defenders, but there wasn't a chance. Antonio Milić, already having a brilliant game, pushed the ball towards Kiš's substitute, Mario Ljubičić, and, off the rebound, the striker pounded the ball home with, what everyone thought was the winner.
But, in the confusion, AC Milan lost the ball again, and, as Admir Lotinac, who's been fucking fantastic, dropped the ball towards the center, Antonio Milić smashed the ball in off the crossbar, closing out the game 4-2, and basking in the glory that is Poljud
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//As an added bonus, because Kiš is doing as well as he is this season, we're going to be keeping track of his rating, and his average rating at the bottom of every post, even for games I don't write about.
Tomislav KIŠ
@ ŠIBENIK --- 9.4 - AVG: 8.10
v. AC MILAN - 6.7 - AVG: 7.96
v. CIBALIA -- 7.9 - AVG: 8.05
"HAJDUK ISN'T THAT GOOD, WE WERE LUCKY TO DRAW THEM AT HOME, AND LOOK FORWARD TO KICKING THEM OUT", Elvis Scoria, Dinamo Manager
DINAMO 0-5 HAJDUK (Croatian Cup) T. PEŠIĆ, M. LJUBIČIĆ x3, A. LOTINAC
HAJDUK 5-1 DINAMO (1. HNL) ŠOŽIĆ, M. LJUBIČIĆ, P. BAŠIĆ, J. ELEŽ, A. MILIĆ
"Welcome to Zagreb, Mr. Bendiš", the front desk agent at the Esplanade had grown used to the site of the manager. He looked up, tired, "Good afternoon Karla, how are you?" The two had a pleasant conversation, before she said, "She wasn't here, sir... she hasn't come".
He nodded, and walked over to the bar, where the pre-match conference was being aired. He didn't care. He wasn't there, and he told his assistant just to be polite about everything. No one had passed the message to Scoria, though, who proceeded to be the cockiest piece of shit on television.
"Hajduk are not the team they once were. Did you see their match against Milan? They barely got out with their heads. What the hell is that? No, we can beat Hajduk. We were lucky to be drawn at home, and with that advantage, we look forward to kicking them out. Our players are stronger, better, and aren't as tired. AND, they don't even have Kiš." (coming over a slight injury)
Bendiš sighed, finished his scotch, and walked off to his room. It was the same room he always had. The penthouse was lovely, but now, it was simply lonely. The manager took off his coat and jacket, threw them on the dining table, and collapsed on his bed, exhausted.
The next morning, he stumbled out of bed to have breakfast, prepared on his dining table. His coat and jacket had been moved to a hanger on the closet, dry-cleaned. He read the newspaper, and made his way downstairs, before driving to the center. After a short coffee meet with some old friends, he made his way to the match, spotting Scoria, and holding his gaze. The Dinamo manager, who was speaking with someone else, but when he turned around, he saw Bendiš and jumped as if he saw a ghost. Bendiš turned and walked away, pleased to know that, despite everything, he was still feared in the right circles.
It did not take long to realize why.
Dinamo's strongest squad simply collapsed as they entered the pitch. Teo Pešić scored in the opening minute from all of 30 meters, before Admir Lotinac, only 18, assisted Mario Ljubičić twice before the half wrapped up. Then, the 18 year old took one for himself, dancing inside before wrapping the ball on the inside of the post, and essentially, finishing Dinamo off.
Maksimir, was silent when Mario Ljubičić scored in the dying seconds, not because it emptied out, but because there was nothing left to say.
And, when Dinamo showed up at Poljud the next week later, everyone got in on the action, as Zagreb's pride and joy slunk out of Split on the last flight of the night, dejected, as the team that had promised so much, had gotten so low.
DINAMO 0-5 HAJDUK (Croatian Cup) T. PEŠIĆ, M. LJUBIČIĆ x3, A. LOTINAC
HAJDUK 5-1 DINAMO (1. HNL) ŠOŽIĆ, M. LJUBIČIĆ, P. BAŠIĆ, J. ELEŽ, A. MILIĆ
"Welcome to Zagreb, Mr. Bendiš", the front desk agent at the Esplanade had grown used to the site of the manager. He looked up, tired, "Good afternoon Karla, how are you?" The two had a pleasant conversation, before she said, "She wasn't here, sir... she hasn't come".
He nodded, and walked over to the bar, where the pre-match conference was being aired. He didn't care. He wasn't there, and he told his assistant just to be polite about everything. No one had passed the message to Scoria, though, who proceeded to be the cockiest piece of shit on television.
"Hajduk are not the team they once were. Did you see their match against Milan? They barely got out with their heads. What the hell is that? No, we can beat Hajduk. We were lucky to be drawn at home, and with that advantage, we look forward to kicking them out. Our players are stronger, better, and aren't as tired. AND, they don't even have Kiš." (coming over a slight injury)
Bendiš sighed, finished his scotch, and walked off to his room. It was the same room he always had. The penthouse was lovely, but now, it was simply lonely. The manager took off his coat and jacket, threw them on the dining table, and collapsed on his bed, exhausted.
The next morning, he stumbled out of bed to have breakfast, prepared on his dining table. His coat and jacket had been moved to a hanger on the closet, dry-cleaned. He read the newspaper, and made his way downstairs, before driving to the center. After a short coffee meet with some old friends, he made his way to the match, spotting Scoria, and holding his gaze. The Dinamo manager, who was speaking with someone else, but when he turned around, he saw Bendiš and jumped as if he saw a ghost. Bendiš turned and walked away, pleased to know that, despite everything, he was still feared in the right circles.
It did not take long to realize why.
Dinamo's strongest squad simply collapsed as they entered the pitch. Teo Pešić scored in the opening minute from all of 30 meters, before Admir Lotinac, only 18, assisted Mario Ljubičić twice before the half wrapped up. Then, the 18 year old took one for himself, dancing inside before wrapping the ball on the inside of the post, and essentially, finishing Dinamo off.
Maksimir, was silent when Mario Ljubičić scored in the dying seconds, not because it emptied out, but because there was nothing left to say.
And, when Dinamo showed up at Poljud the next week later, everyone got in on the action, as Zagreb's pride and joy slunk out of Split on the last flight of the night, dejected, as the team that had promised so much, had gotten so low.
FOUR SECOND HALF GOALS. 12 POINTS FROM 4 MATCHES. WELCOME TO THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE.
AC MILAN 2-4 HAJDUK P. BAŠIĆ ('50, '61, '67, '75)
Sometimes, it only takes one player, one half to make a difference. And Milan never stood a chance. Sure, they took the lead early. They scored one in the first half, and no one loves attacking Milan when they have a 1-0 lead at home. It is Milan, after all.
But with Hajduk... well... they're the European champions for a reason, aren't they.
Pero Bašić curled a b-e-a-utiful free kick that almost resembled Andrea Pirlo in his glory days. Martin Männel didn't stand a chance, as the top-corner beckoned in the 50th minute.
And then he did it again, from the same spot, 11 minutes later.
That's right. AC Milan, where Andrea Pirlo played, where David Beckham played, where Ronaldinho played, where Zlatan Ibrahimović played, conceded two free kicks within 15 minutes of each other and conceded the lead. You'd think they'd learned something, but only 6 minutes after that, Pero Bašić finished his hat trick, this time, from open play, as Šozić dropped back a pass.
He wasn't done until the 75th minute though, as he proved to Milan that, when they bought Mijo Čaktaš, they had done Hajduk, if anything, a service.
AC MILAN 2-4 HAJDUK P. BAŠIĆ ('50, '61, '67, '75)
Sometimes, it only takes one player, one half to make a difference. And Milan never stood a chance. Sure, they took the lead early. They scored one in the first half, and no one loves attacking Milan when they have a 1-0 lead at home. It is Milan, after all.
But with Hajduk... well... they're the European champions for a reason, aren't they.
Pero Bašić curled a b-e-a-utiful free kick that almost resembled Andrea Pirlo in his glory days. Martin Männel didn't stand a chance, as the top-corner beckoned in the 50th minute.
And then he did it again, from the same spot, 11 minutes later.
That's right. AC Milan, where Andrea Pirlo played, where David Beckham played, where Ronaldinho played, where Zlatan Ibrahimović played, conceded two free kicks within 15 minutes of each other and conceded the lead. You'd think they'd learned something, but only 6 minutes after that, Pero Bašić finished his hat trick, this time, from open play, as Šozić dropped back a pass.
He wasn't done until the 75th minute though, as he proved to Milan that, when they bought Mijo Čaktaš, they had done Hajduk, if anything, a service.
OREMUŠ'S HEIR
Hajduk is an excellent team. World class youth academy in the South of Croatia. Their manager has a superb eye for talent, and there will probably never be another man like him. Some say that only the greats are comparable to him: Sir Alex Ferguson, Marcello Lippi, Crujiff. And some say that even they couldn't have done what Bendiš did, that even they couldn't save their clubs from the wolves in the banks.
But there is one thing that he is not very good at. And that is making players leave. Mirko Oremuš is 31. The winger is an absolute legend at the club, that has left nothing but success in his 14 years at the club. He had only two spells on loan away from the club, one as a youngster, to Novalja, and one when Hajduk was on the brink of financial disaster, that he left for 100 000 € for the season. He nearly left for Tel Aviv back then. He nearly did, but it never went through. Hajduk needed him too much.
In his 13th season at the club, though, it all paid off. The long nights, the years as being underpaid. He had plaid against Manchester United in Paris, and he won. He was there at Stade Dénis, and nobody else.
Faith is a marvelous thing.
But now, there exists a second problem, one that is unfamiliar for Hajduk. Mirko Oremuš is among the first of the crop of players to be just a bit old for the club. Not saying that he is not contributing, far from it. When he plays, he plays well, and defies his age. But his time is running out, for the most part, because, as of this season, he has an heir.
Admir Lotinac, at 18, has been knocking on the door for a few years now. Ever since 2016, when he entered the academy system, he was seen as Mirko Oremuš's possible heir. At first, it was a slow, soft knock on the door, as Bendiš got reports from the U19 team, and saw Lotinac performing well, before it became louder, when Lotinac captained the youth team to the cup/league double last year. And then, it shifted. It stopped being a soft knock, a slow knock, and proceeded to be a loud, repetitive bang, as his files became filled with tricks and moves that the winger had managed to pull off.
And then, finally, he got a chance, and he never looked back.
In 12 appearances this season, Lotinac has defied all predictions. He has 2 man of the match performances, and, for one of the first times under Bendiš's reign ever someone on Hajduk's team was awarded the goal of the month, for a truly spectacular piece of work. Lotinac receiving the ball from within his own half, dribbling the length of the field, before coming in from a dead angle, and poking it in on the near post. A truly spectacular work of art.
And Oremuš looks on, knowing that he had his time, and was lucky to be part of the great history that is Hajduk Split. For Bendiš, it remains to be seen whether or not he will keep him on pity until Oremuš retires, or whether Oremuš will even want to leave. But only one thing is certain.
The legend has an heir.
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Hajduk is an excellent team. World class youth academy in the South of Croatia. Their manager has a superb eye for talent, and there will probably never be another man like him. Some say that only the greats are comparable to him: Sir Alex Ferguson, Marcello Lippi, Crujiff. And some say that even they couldn't have done what Bendiš did, that even they couldn't save their clubs from the wolves in the banks.
But there is one thing that he is not very good at. And that is making players leave. Mirko Oremuš is 31. The winger is an absolute legend at the club, that has left nothing but success in his 14 years at the club. He had only two spells on loan away from the club, one as a youngster, to Novalja, and one when Hajduk was on the brink of financial disaster, that he left for 100 000 € for the season. He nearly left for Tel Aviv back then. He nearly did, but it never went through. Hajduk needed him too much.
In his 13th season at the club, though, it all paid off. The long nights, the years as being underpaid. He had plaid against Manchester United in Paris, and he won. He was there at Stade Dénis, and nobody else.
Faith is a marvelous thing.
But now, there exists a second problem, one that is unfamiliar for Hajduk. Mirko Oremuš is among the first of the crop of players to be just a bit old for the club. Not saying that he is not contributing, far from it. When he plays, he plays well, and defies his age. But his time is running out, for the most part, because, as of this season, he has an heir.
Admir Lotinac, at 18, has been knocking on the door for a few years now. Ever since 2016, when he entered the academy system, he was seen as Mirko Oremuš's possible heir. At first, it was a slow, soft knock on the door, as Bendiš got reports from the U19 team, and saw Lotinac performing well, before it became louder, when Lotinac captained the youth team to the cup/league double last year. And then, it shifted. It stopped being a soft knock, a slow knock, and proceeded to be a loud, repetitive bang, as his files became filled with tricks and moves that the winger had managed to pull off.
And then, finally, he got a chance, and he never looked back.
In 12 appearances this season, Lotinac has defied all predictions. He has 2 man of the match performances, and, for one of the first times under Bendiš's reign ever someone on Hajduk's team was awarded the goal of the month, for a truly spectacular piece of work. Lotinac receiving the ball from within his own half, dribbling the length of the field, before coming in from a dead angle, and poking it in on the near post. A truly spectacular work of art.
And Oremuš looks on, knowing that he had his time, and was lucky to be part of the great history that is Hajduk Split. For Bendiš, it remains to be seen whether or not he will keep him on pity until Oremuš retires, or whether Oremuš will even want to leave. But only one thing is certain.
The legend has an heir.
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