2025-02-23, 11:43 AM - Word count: 680
The night before the match against Jakarta, Dohbra lay in his hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the disaster in Stockholm over and over again. He couldn't sleep, when he closed his eyes the match became more vivid. A gut-wrenching defeat. Four goals conceded. None scored. The days after the game were silent, they didn't had that energy they've had every training session, it was bitterness in the air.
2 days before the Jakarta match spirits went a bit up, everyone was thinking about the next match, Jimotheus kept motivating us throughout these days. Dobric had the tactics written up on paper, constantly scribbling over and over again, "That's it, Dobric, it's good enough. We are better than them" said Dohbra assuring Dobric. But he wasn't done, it was not perfect, "we need to be sure this time", even though the match had been days ago, it changed something in each of us. "It was a freak accident, we had the possession, the tactic worked, we got unlucky" said Mobek. "Tomorrow, we will take our vengeance" continues Davidovic. The winds shifted, something else was in the air hunger for revenge.
The morning came before the match, as he woke up, the first thing he felt was hunger, nothing out of the ordinary as he's very religious about breakfast, but this time it felt different. While browsing the academy canteen, nothing looked appetizing, his teammates were waiting for him, he usually brings a big plate, but there was nothing, but a banana this time, "I'll eat for lunch, just before the match" he said. He felt weird, it wasn't a stomach ache, maybe he was nervous? No, why should he? "We are winning tonight, I'm sure of it!" he suddenly exclaims. Dobric follows up "I've dreamt that we were winning 10-0" a bunch of smiles followed up on the table.
The match came, Dohbra hadn't eaten, not even for lunch, but he was okay, he felt weirdly motivated. Minute 13' Voda finds Dohbra clear on the right flank, a quick first touch, a shot opposite of the keeper made it 1-0, Dohbra celebrates as he was just his second goal for Istanbul. After a minute a good corner makes space on the goal-scoring sheet for Nadj, 2-0. Minute 16' Dohbra dribbles between 2 plays finds Krznaric then Dobric then Dohbra again, a quick triangle, just like they practice and he finishes like the first goal 3-0. He smiles thinking "maybe i could get a hattrick". Then minute 44' it comes, hattrick, in one half, that was it, it was over, a good revenge, and a demonstration for other teams that the last match didn't matter. Then in the dying minutes of the first half he gets another 5-0.
Even in the locker room they were surprised "You good Dohbra? It's not like to score so many?", Dohbra laughs "Yea i don't know what happen, I'll try to leave one for you guys". Then second half came, minute 64' a good incursion and Dohbra finds the net AGAIN 6-0, 5 of them from him, what was going on, even he was stunned, he celebrates modestly and runs to Dobric "Maybe this is the 10-0 match" said jokingly, Dobric didn't respond, he was as stunned with the performance as him. Then minute 71' then minute 83' then minute 86', an avalanche of attacks, but only Dohbra seems to get on the scoring sheet.
The referee finally stopped the madness, the table showed 9-0, who knows if '10' even fitted. Dohbra took the ball in the locker room, coach ask him ironically "Pretty good game huh?", "Nah, it was pretty bad, we need one more goal" he responds ironic, his teammates were looking at him half happy half jelous, they couldn't believe it, one of them suddenly says something "Dohbra, i guess you finally you eight something today", the whole locker room burst into laughter.
2 days before the Jakarta match spirits went a bit up, everyone was thinking about the next match, Jimotheus kept motivating us throughout these days. Dobric had the tactics written up on paper, constantly scribbling over and over again, "That's it, Dobric, it's good enough. We are better than them" said Dohbra assuring Dobric. But he wasn't done, it was not perfect, "we need to be sure this time", even though the match had been days ago, it changed something in each of us. "It was a freak accident, we had the possession, the tactic worked, we got unlucky" said Mobek. "Tomorrow, we will take our vengeance" continues Davidovic. The winds shifted, something else was in the air hunger for revenge.
The morning came before the match, as he woke up, the first thing he felt was hunger, nothing out of the ordinary as he's very religious about breakfast, but this time it felt different. While browsing the academy canteen, nothing looked appetizing, his teammates were waiting for him, he usually brings a big plate, but there was nothing, but a banana this time, "I'll eat for lunch, just before the match" he said. He felt weird, it wasn't a stomach ache, maybe he was nervous? No, why should he? "We are winning tonight, I'm sure of it!" he suddenly exclaims. Dobric follows up "I've dreamt that we were winning 10-0" a bunch of smiles followed up on the table.
The match came, Dohbra hadn't eaten, not even for lunch, but he was okay, he felt weirdly motivated. Minute 13' Voda finds Dohbra clear on the right flank, a quick first touch, a shot opposite of the keeper made it 1-0, Dohbra celebrates as he was just his second goal for Istanbul. After a minute a good corner makes space on the goal-scoring sheet for Nadj, 2-0. Minute 16' Dohbra dribbles between 2 plays finds Krznaric then Dobric then Dohbra again, a quick triangle, just like they practice and he finishes like the first goal 3-0. He smiles thinking "maybe i could get a hattrick". Then minute 44' it comes, hattrick, in one half, that was it, it was over, a good revenge, and a demonstration for other teams that the last match didn't matter. Then in the dying minutes of the first half he gets another 5-0.
Even in the locker room they were surprised "You good Dohbra? It's not like to score so many?", Dohbra laughs "Yea i don't know what happen, I'll try to leave one for you guys". Then second half came, minute 64' a good incursion and Dohbra finds the net AGAIN 6-0, 5 of them from him, what was going on, even he was stunned, he celebrates modestly and runs to Dobric "Maybe this is the 10-0 match" said jokingly, Dobric didn't respond, he was as stunned with the performance as him. Then minute 71' then minute 83' then minute 86', an avalanche of attacks, but only Dohbra seems to get on the scoring sheet.
The referee finally stopped the madness, the table showed 9-0, who knows if '10' even fitted. Dohbra took the ball in the locker room, coach ask him ironically "Pretty good game huh?", "Nah, it was pretty bad, we need one more goal" he responds ironic, his teammates were looking at him half happy half jelous, they couldn't believe it, one of them suddenly says something "Dohbra, i guess you finally you eight something today", the whole locker room burst into laughter.
