Chapter 147: A Historic Moment

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August 25, 2004 – Kyiv, Ukraine The skies were clear above the Ukrainian capital. Under the bright moonlight, the Lobanovsky Stadium was unusually quiet. The stadium floodlights illuminated the field, but this night belonged to the Croatians. The fans of Dynamo Kyiv stared blankly at the scoreboard:Dynamo Kyiv 1:2 Dinamo Zagreb This was the third round of the UEFA Champions League qualifiers — the key gateway to the "Road to the Champions." But after suffering a humiliating 4-0 defeat at Maksimir Stadium in the first leg, Kyiv returned home only to face another bitter blow — a 1-2 result. Aggregate score: 6-1! Only 10 minutes remained in the match, and even with stoppage time, there were less than 15 minutes to go. Facing a five-goal deficit, there was no hope in sight. The home fans could only watch as the Croatians celebrated jubilantly on their turf. And to be fair, the celebration was well deserved. This was Dinamo Zagreb's first-ever entry into the UEFA Champions League group stage. And the young Croatian players had played brilliantly. Even as opponents, watching this vibrant, youthful team charge forward stirred something in the hearts of Dynamo Kyiv fans. But therein lay the problem — they were Dynamo Kyiv fans. Their team was about to be eliminated from the Champions League qualifiers. They would miss out on the group stage. The sense of disappointment was overwhelming. "80 minutes in, and Dinamo Zagreb still dominates the game. From any angle, this has been a phenomenal performance by them." "Perhaps it's time we reflect — should we bring more young players into our squad?" Watching Dinamo Zagreb's youth shine, even Kyiv's own commentators were envious. Who wouldn't want such a dynamic, talented group of young men? This wasn't just about the future — their passion, their energy, was infectious. Even in defeat, you could accept it... so long as they fought hard. Losing was tolerable — giving up was not. But Kyiv had clearly lost its fight. Faced with this impossible situation, they had given up. Five goals! How could they possibly turn that around? On the other side, Dinamo Zagreb's youngsters kept running with all they had. Their pace quickened with every minute. Exhausted, yes — but they were pushing hard, so close to their Champions League dream. In the stands, Davor Šuker's eyes gleamed with emotion. He knew exactly what this meant. Two brilliant performances across both legs. They deserved this victory. But most importantly — the Champions League group stage was now within reach. In just over ten minutes, when the final whistle blew, history would be made. Davor Šuker clenched his fists tightly in the VIP section. Even with a five-goal advantage, even with the match in control — he was still nervous. Now was not the time to relax. He had come to witness these young men make history. Since Dinamo Zagreb's founding, they had attempted to reach the Champions League group stage fourteen times. Every attempt had ended in failure. They had never had the chance to show their voice on the European stage. But tonight, this team — these young men — were about to leap that chasm and enter a new chapter in history. Davor Šuker's chest heaved with tension as he watched the game unfold. Beside him, agent Mamićh grinned: "Up five goals. Relax!" Davor Šuker clenched his fist harder: "I can't relax. What if—" "There won't be any 'what if,'" Mamićh laughed. "These kids know exactly what they're doing. They're not that dumb." Right as Mamić hspoke, the Dinamo Zagreb players quickly fell back into defense. Slap!Davor Šuker smacked the table. "Yes! That's it — defend! No need to push forward!" Watching the players tighten their lines, Šuker finally began to calm down. "They're truly remarkable," he said in admiration. Mamićh replied, "They're the next generation. They'll follow in your footsteps." "Not just follow!" Šuker waved it off. "They must surpass. One day, when people talk about Šuker, I want it to be this Šuker they mean — not Davor Šuker." Mamićh was momentarily stunned. Surpassing Šuker — a Croatian hero with numerous accolades — was no small feat. Šuker himself didn't know what Mamić was thinking. He simply wanted these young men to become even better — to rewrite the regrets and unfinished stories of the past. Zagreb, Croatia. Fans gathered in bars and pubs, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. Drinks raised high, arms around shoulders, voices lifted in song. They were on the brink of something historic. Loud, triumphant singing echoed through every corner of Zagreb. This was the Champions League. They were about to scale the mountain and step onto an entirely new stage. As time ticked away, the game neared its end. Kyiv had all but surrendered. Fans glanced constantly at the clock. Only one minute of stoppage time remained! Tension surged. A historic moment was seconds away. BOOM!On the pitch, Šuker booted the ball high into the air and roared: "Blow the whistle!!!" The referee glanced at Šuker — his face was intense, filled with barely contained emotion. There was no reason to delay. The whistle blew decisively: Tweet! Tweet! TWEET!!! Two short bursts followed by one long blast. The sharp whistle tore through the night, echoing around the stadium. And with it — Dinamo Zagreb's fans erupted. Over 2,000 away fans leapt over the barriers and stormed the field. The cameras captured their wild, joyful faces. This was their first time reaching the UEFA Champions League group stage. They had just rewritten club history. Three rounds of qualification.Six matches. First Round: Dinamo Zagreb beat FC Pyunik (Armenia) 5-0 on aggregate. Second Round: Tied Red Star Belgrade 2-2, advanced on away goals. Third Round: Crushed Dynamo Kyiv 6-1 on aggregate. Six games.13 goals scored.3 goals conceded. Dinamo Zagreb was officially recognized as the most offensively potent team in the qualification phase. "Dinamo Zagreb!! We've made it!!" "Champions League!! Champions League!! We're in the group stage!!" Croatian commentator Klaushević screamed in ecstasy. He couldn't hold back his tears. Whether it was the 14 past failures or the club's sheer persistence — all of it made this 15th attempt a miracle. These young men had done what legends like Šuker and Boban never could. They opened a brand new chapter in Dinamo Zagreb's history. After nearly a century of existence, they had finally earned the right to be heard on Europe's grandest stage. "Since Dinamo Zagreb was founded, they had never made the Champions League." "93 years of waiting — generations of struggle — and now, a group of youngsters finished the job." "They're not just our future. They're our new beginning." "I believe Davor Šuker must be feeling incredibly proud right now!" "Yes — we lost that Croatian legend just last season, but before he left, he sowed the seeds of genius!" "Look at them!" Klaushević's voice boomed with pride: "This is the future! This is our hope! They may still be saplings, but their talent is already dazzling!" "Croatia's Golden Generation has stepped off the stage — now we welcome a brand new era!" "I believe this era will be even more glorious!" "Šuker, Modrić, Vukojević, Srna, Dujmović, Mandžukić, Pranjić..." "And Rakitić, Subašić, Šildenfeld, Ćorluka, Jelavić, Strinić..." "Remember these names!" "When Davor Šuker and Boban once played the 'Croatian Rhapsody,' the music was cut short." "But I believe that soon, this new generation will pick up the melody — and play it loud enough to echo across the world!"

Chapter 147: A Historic Moment

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