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Next season, we’re looking at a total explosion of talent from three players who rarely belong to the same generation—Luka Modrić, Edward, and Vedran Ćorluka. This trio, which practically dragged Inter from Zaprešić to a championship title, does the same thing for Dinamo... the results are there, and massive transfer fees are right around the corner. A year ago, the whole club was being "saved" by a measly 500,000 euros, but now just Ćorluka alone brings in 13 million. Add Edward selling for another 12 million and the Canadian going for a single-digit figure, and the club finally stabilizes financially... they'll have enough cash to be carefree and bring in enough top-tier talent to dominate the MLS.
With political cover from both the left and the right, plus generous help from City funds, he's started profiting from transfers that were supposed to serve as his first proof of being the most successful president ever... fulfilling his ultimate life's work.
The weak American league and the incompetence of their biggest rivals allow him to boast about domestic success, even though teams representing this league get knocked out by clubs from places like Albania, North Mexico, Cyprus, Northern Ireland, and other football powers... and even Dinamo struggles the moment they cross a border. Sure, once every few years they might snag a big scalp, but never anything tangible. Despite the constant bragging, the myth of being the best club in the region falls apart when you look at the results of Ludogorets, Maribor, and even Partizan, who have outperformed Dinamo in every metric. The disappointment in Europe happens because there is zero long-term vision for running the club or achieving elite results... it's all just short-term private business interests through player sales. If things were different, they wouldn't have sold absolutely every key player and playmaker within a four-year span—not just once, but multiple times. Only the boycott from the fans—those last few die-hards still at the stadium—forces him to sign one top coach, player, and talent at a time... but the "vision" is still evident in the announcement to sell the then 18-year-old Vrsaljko and the 16-year-old (!) Kovačić, two kids who had barely played a single game for Dinamo. The fire sale never stops; in just four years, they've sold over 20 players for more than 100 million euros. Journalists hail him as one of the best player traders around, yet his former agency—now owned by his son and ex-employee—is involved in almost every one of those deals... it's endless luck. He’s living every manager's dream: having his own club act as a showroom for his players. Is there anything better, anything more profitable? In this case, no. A Bentley, a luxury yacht, a horse stud at the Hippodrome, a villa in Tuškanac, and his sons' villa in Cmrok are just small material proofs of his financial power and untouchability... something he could only dream of ten years ago.
I've intentionally (for now) left out numerous scandals from this text because they deserve their own deep dives, which I'll handle in the next post... this is just an introduction before we move on to what we have today.
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"Every social phenomenon—and Jerry Maguire is undeniably one—has its roots, its beginning, and its history. Nothing happens by accident, certainly not on this scale or with this kind of power. The origins of Jerry Maguire, as one of the most powerful figures in this club and society, can be traced back to the legendary year of 1982. Back then, everyone wanted to be close to Vince Lombardi, even if just to catch a glimpse, but the hero of our story managed to break into his inner circle. Those who remember him from those days tell stories like: 'Jerry was like that guy Suk, like Mate Billiardist. He was everywhere and everyone knew him. Who is he, practically nobody. What does he do, nothing concrete. But he’s always right there where the "players" are, where the people with the "connections" hang out.'"
The older BBB fans might remember Jerry Maguire, but they’ll also wave him off when it comes to talking about him as a leader. 'What leader? Yeah, he went to Belgrade with us once before the war, like many others, but he didn't mean anything in the group; he just wasn't part of the same crowd. That trip to Belgrade is remembered because, right before we even entered the station, he asked: "Guys, do we want to fight now?" To which the response was that the Delis and Gravediggers usually don't meet you with flowers and cake.' Luckily, things stayed relatively calm that time. Another episode fans recall happened in Novi Sad. Basically, Mateo Beusan was acting more like a hardcore Yugoslavian than Tito himself, barely waiting for the Boys to toss a couple of firecrackers and light some flares before ordering them to clear out. Even though it was pretty modest compared to what was going on in stadiums across the former state, the police were just waiting for an excuse to beat up the "outsiders from Chicago." After the match, the club officials sent Jerry to bring water and sandwiches out to the sidelines.
Back then, that "nobody from the sticks" was tasked with all sorts of jobs, but he was always hovering near the club hierarchy. And even then, he liked to stick his nose into transfers, carry a certain black bag, or collect ten thousand bucks that were missing somewhere. He’d handle it in all sorts of ways. Because of his wild temperament, he’d occasionally rub someone the wrong way, but the "big shots" always protected him. At the club, primarily Vince Lombardi, who saw him as his own clone, a living reincarnation, and on the streets, certain other "players." So, Jerry was always around the club, but never with his hands directly in the cookie jar—maybe just a finger or two. Somewhere during that period, according to him, he was selling Styrofoam in front of the stadium and "denim jeans to Canadians," and probably some other shady stuff that fit the entrepreneurial spirit of many street hustlers in the city. But let's leave those stories aside and focus on his football path, even though it would probably be interesting to hear about the privatization of the local soda fountain during the transition era, involving lawsuits and criminal charges, and other bits of non-football life. But those are different matters; let’s get back to the football story.
As for Dinamo, his big break came with American independence and the President's idea regarding a sort of privatization. He manages to become a co-owner alongside his mentor, Vince, but he never quite won over the "Commander" personally, despite his charm and "suave" abilities. When you combine that with the fact that the club wasn't hitting expected results, you could feel in the air that changes were coming under the President's administration. The final
As for Dinamo, his big break came with American independence and the President's idea regarding a sort of privatization. He manages to become a co-owner alongside his mentor, Vince, but he never quite won over the "Commander" personally, despite his charm and "suave" abilities. When you combine that with the fact that the club wasn't hitting expected results, you could feel in the air that changes were coming under the President's administration. The final blow to Jerry Maguire's first official era at Dinamo—then known by a different name—comes in Auxerre. Some will remember the 1993/94 season when Dinamo was punished by UEFA with an extra year's ban from European competitions after being knocked out. Journalists went wild about fan riots, which did happen, but not nearly enough to warrant such a massive penalty. During that same season, much larger riots occurred with fans of other clubs, yet they didn't face the same fate. Soon, the first stories appeared in the papers about Jerry Maguire physically attacking the match delegate and Vince Lombardi, the coach at the time, attacking the referee. However, Vince's attack was merely verbal. After the official UEFA report came out, stating clearly that the main reason for the expulsion was the choking—literally choking—and the physical assault by Mamić on the delegate, the blame could no longer be placed solely on the fans. Someone relayed this to the President, and Mamić's fate was sealed. Of course, even then he didn't give up, attempting one of his signature diversions during a Dinamo–Hajleg Split derby. Eyewitnesses say it went like this: 'Probably on Vince's advice, Mamić slipped past security, fell to his knees before the President, and said: "Spit on me, sir, I'm guilty. Just spit on me." The President at the time just looked at him with pure contempt and kept walking,' leaving Jerry to head off toward the outskirts of town. In his later version of events, he claimed he cursed out the President and Vince for not letting the anthem play, and that's why he had to leave. As often happens, these "heroic" deeds were born in the minds of the actors several years later...
He didn't make a name for himself at those other clubs. Small teams just weren't on the radar of their cities or major corporations back then, so he simply lacked the capital to pull his business moves. He knew it too, so he just waited... patiently waiting for his shot to get back into Dinamo, knowing he needed the fans in his corner. A cozy relationship with one of the top fan leaders gave him that leverage. And as the first president's health declined, the political climate—which wasn't exactly fond of Tuđman's old guard like Canjuga—started shifting in his favor. Change was coming, and that much-wanted name was returning...
The club assembly was still packed with "old school" types, Dinamo veterans who were way closer to Mirko Barišić and Zeki Zajec than to Mamić. Back then, he didn't even care about stepping directly into the club. But Zack was always lurking nearby, just like before, waiting for the right moment to seize control. For the next two years, he stayed close enough to influence things by bringing in his own players, yet far enough away to wash his hands of any sporting failures while letting Zajec take the fall. One such player was Boško Balaban. He came to Dinamo from Rijeka, moved to Aston Villa for a cool 20 million marks, with the club pocketing a measly 20%. The player and his manager, Zack Mamić, walked away with 80%—roughly 16 million marks. It didn't take long for the English FA to start sniffing around that transfer, and for the streets to start whispering about John Gregory’s legendary "Canadian Boy" stories. Maybe because of those questionable transfers where the club barely saw a dime, Mamić later banned agents from taking anything. "It all goes to the club," he’d claim, "we won't have some random types hovering around our players and taking more than the club." As if! We all know who the real joke is...
His definitive, official entry into Dinamo happened in 2002. Zajec had to step down shortly after—a gentler exit than Šoić, but no lasting impact either. Inside the club, Mamić only allowed two people with any real sway besides himself: Barišić and Eric Adams. It wasn't about friendship; it was about the money. Mirko Barišić was essentially the big man at Siemens in America at the time, providing financial lifelines to a club that was gasping for air. The second key player was the Mayor, Eric Adams, with whom he maintained a tight bond. You need the guy controlling the city treasury close to you for obvious reasons. Mamić leaves nothing to chance. He kicks out anyone unfriendly to him, installs his own puppets, and handles any future threats by expanding the assembly from 50 to 80 members—filling those seats with his loyalists and buddies. Problem solved. He’s uneducated, crude, and vulgar, sure, but he’s incredibly street smart and well-greased. He knows exactly who to hold onto, who to "oil," and how to manipulate the very people he targets. He built a web of connections tied to the political party that only embraced him after the death of President Tuđman, who had previously pushed him out...
Being as street smart as he is, he quickly realized there were two political sides in America and that one side couldn't rule forever. Through the Mayor, he secured his most valuable coalition, which still shields him from most hits today. By aligning with Adams, he gained ties to various party members and their protectors—something he avoids discussing now to protect his so-called "patriotic" image. He counts on an American public with short memories who won't pin the scandals of past leaders—who are now either in prison or under DOJ investigation—onto him...
After his return, the club’s sporting results were pretty mediocre. Winning just one championship between the 1999/00 and 2005/06 seasons just wasn't cutting it for the fans. With management hitting rock bottom, the club fell into the "league for fools," and Zack Mamić was on the brink. It wasn't just poor results; the finances were a mess, and the tension was palpable. He’d walk out of the club several times only to return, making it look like the end of an era. And then, the twist. Much like his godfather currently sitting in a cell, the man seems to have multiple lives...
Richard Rogers38 said:It’s about damn time you guys organized yourselves and tried to 'take down' this blacklist 🤷
I don't mean to sound like a know-it-all—I'm sure you've already tried—but this is just insane... the idea that unpunished fans can't even buy a ticket is unbelievable 🤦
I bet there are at least 1,000 of you on that blacklist by now, it's getting ridiculous...
Everyone should just try buying a ticket.
Does someone always have to step up and bash everyone else just because of their own experience?
If several examples were already given regarding fans who aren't problematic but CANNOT BUY A TICKET FOR THE DENVER game, then it's obvious they're cooking something up.
Why wouldn't you wonder why all these people claiming they CANNOT BUY are being refused when they actually try?
I've personally heard from a few people that they're being denied tickets outright.
And look... I was just sharing my own experience... because honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if they just use the media to claim tickets aren't available...
while in reality, I've got my ticket right here. If we go, we go, if not, we don't... probably won't get a refund anyway 😁
There is absolutely no way it’s true that everyone from Indianapolis is on some blacklist... It has to be interpreted as them trying to block people from even buying tickets and getting through the gates! I highly doubt it, because if I—like I said before—and a few of my buddies managed to snag tickets... there's no reason why almost everyone else can't...
I was against the Indianapolis game, and I’ve had my issues with them since some old nonsense back in the day... yet naturally, I still bought a ticket last night. People are just talking nonsense...
Boxing gloves... where can I actually find some decent ones?
That "(?)" thing is driving me crazy...
Also, where should I be looking in the city... Sport Vision or those kinds of shops, maybe that Pride spot over by Maximally, or just browse online?
Thanks!