"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"
HALFTIME - YAOUNDÉ, CAMEROON - PORTLAND TIMBERS 2-0 HNK HAJDUK SPLIT - CWC SEMIFINAL
"No, really, what, the actual fuck was that. Peši?, out, Ivan?i? out. Josip, take the damned captain's armband, but don't you dare fuck with me"
A morally dejected Teo Peši?, one of the highest valued midfielders in the world, walked out with one of the greatest up and comers, Nikica Ivan?i?, before throwing his shirt at the wall.
"NO! DO NOT DARE GIVE ME AN ATTITUDE TEO. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE."
Bendiš was livid, far more furious than any of them had seen in years. The Croatian's disdain for Americans and 'soccer' was only matched by his hatred of northern politics. Born in San Francisco, he rarely disclosed said fact, and it was known only by a very select few people within the club's hierarchy. Most of his players assumed that he was born in Dubrovnik, where his father was born and raised, or in Zagreb, where his mother called home.
Alas, war does tricky things... so, for however briefly the Bendiš family had left the country, their son was born, before they returned to the Croatian capital, and then to the coast.
None of that did anything for Bendiš though, as, in Cameroon, he was very far away from any of these places, and they were, frankly, irrelevant.
Peši? turned, his face sullen, his pride shattered, before nodding at the man he probably respected most in the world, the man who turned away everything to sit in front of them at this very moment.
"The eleven of you are going to march right back onto that pitch, wearing the badge of the greatest team in the world, wearing the shirt that all of your family and friends are wearing right now, and you are going to show the fucking americans how the beautiful game is played. You will pass the ball, nab it off of them, and, honestly, do anything you God damned well please, so long as the ball makes it past their damned keeper more times than it goes past Hašib."
Silence followed... Bendiš turned, around, and concentrated on his notes, before he realized that no one had moved...
"DID I FUCKING STUTTER, GET OUT THERE. WIN THIS DAMNED THING"
A few minutes later, Bendiš assumed his spot on the touchline, his tie off, one too many unbuttons undone on his shirt. His jacket drenched from the rain.
It took nine minutes.
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"Vedran Ivi? crosses it in, Hajduk have been knocking on the door, no goal yet... Grocott outjumps Matko Kardum, and clears it to Sergio Luli? who...
... wow..."
From 38 meters, Luli? buried a goal into the top right corner. The keeper jumped for it, he guessed right, and everything... but there was no stopping the goal... it was just too much.
Two minutes later, Pero Baši? equalized. Then, three minutes later, it was Mili?, who toepoked it from close range. Matko Kardum scored Hajduk's fourth goal within 7 minutes in the 61st, before Josip Baši? curled one in from the right side.
It was the 65th minute. Hajduk had just scored 5 goals in 11 minutes, a feat not even 2014 Germany could match.
Kiš made it 6-2 before 15 minutes had past, before Hajduk finally calmed down. 6 goals in just over 15 minutes had silenced the American support. Silenced the stadium.
They thought it was over, that the agony of a ruthless Hajduk would stop, but Matko Kardum lived up to his 20 million euro price tag. The 19 year old got inside on a magnificent triple pass from Kiš, and Pero Baši? to score the 7th.
It was, without a shadow of a doubt, one of the greatest halves of football ever played, and it gives Hajduk the unprecedented second chance of being the first club to ever defend the World Club Championship title.
Whether Bendiš can lead them to it remains to be seen, as, instead of getting the easy way out, instead of getting an easier team... one that would roll over to the Dalmatians, they got Boca Juniors.
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