Incoming? Dario Zuparic

[JPSharpy93]

Rijeka defender a possible signing for £1.5m, according to the Daily Star.

Centre half who can play in midfield. One year left on his contract.

There could be something in this, as we've already been linked with Rijeka's keeper. Maybe we've been watching them.

https://www.dailystar.co.uk/sport/football/781374/Sheffield-United-transfer-news-exclusive-Dario-Zuparic-Fulham-gossip-latest?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+daily-star-football+(Daily+Star+::+Football+Feed)

No way....Rijeka!?.....Never heard of him.

 

[Kev Gee]

For situations like this I always keep my emergency Croat language translator from crab industries.

The croatbobbanfish1000 works wonders when confronted by a gang of croation mafia down a dark alley at night or when watching famous female croation actors secret porn videos.

I've heard of Rijeka. I've been there. And I know all about Dario Zuparic.

Rijeka is on the Croatian coast. I was held captive there overnight before being deported to the island of Krk.

This all happened on a package holiday to Pula in Croatia. One afternoon, I got a bit ambitious on a pedalo and drifted out to sea. It turns dark about 6 o'clock there and I soon become tired and exhausted - eventually I was picked up by a police boat, who rescued me and took me to the police station in Rijeka. The threw me into a cell to begin with. Then about an hour later, the Croatian desk sergeant, came to "interrogate" me. He didn't speak a word of English - well, apart from "passport". And I didn't speak a word of Croatian, apart from "pedalo". So there he was, sticking his hands through the bars of my cell demanding "passport?". And I tried to tell him, in my clearest Derbyshire English, that I'd not got me passport on me because I don't normally carry a passport when I go pedalo-ing. He didn't understand and he just got more and more angry - and he starts shouting "PASSPORT!" and I got fucking angry an' all and started shouting, "PEDALO!" back. Eventually, he gave up and just stormed out and left me there in this cell. Just a flat bed in there with no mattress - and a tin bucket to piss in. I didn't have a mobile phone back in them days, but if I did I bet the wi-fi signal would have been crap an' all. What a fuckin' dump!

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing is the sunlight is coming into my cell and it's morning. The cell door creaks open and there's some big burly Croatian copper indicating to me to get up. I thought they must be giving me breakfast, so I said to him, (hoping he could understand English), "Can I have brown toast please, not white, and I like my eggs poached, not fried". This bloke just grunted then grabbed me by the scruff off the neck, literally pushed me up a flight of stone stairs and then out the back door of the police station, where another gruff looking bloke with a long beard, dressed in scruffy clothes, bundled me into the back of a van and tied me up with rope. The van stunk like a farmyard.

I was now very fearful for my life. The van set off and travelled for about 20 minutes, then came to a halt. After a delay of about an hour, the van moved off again, but only for a short distance, a matter of a few yards. I could hear other vehicles and the clanking of iron - then I felt a sensation that we were on water. Indeed, I was now tied up in a van, and the van was on a ferry. My destination, the island of Krk.

To cut this very long, but interesting, story short, I was kidnapped and taken to a remote farmhouse up in the mountains of Krk where I remain held captive for many months by a homosexual goatherd. At least he looked after me though and brought me fresh goat's milk for breakfast, and as I got to know him better, and we began to communicate in broken English, he was very keen to get my ideas on interior design and would take me to the local markets to help him choose fabrics and things.

It was on such a visit to the market in Krk that we stopped off to watch a bunch of schoolboys playing football. One player stood out for his technical ability above all others. I didn't know who he was at the time - and I suppose first time I saw him I didn't really take much notice. But every Saturday we went down to the local market and stopped off to watch the kids play football on the way back. This lad stood out every week. He was two-footed, like most players, but he could play football with either of them. He was quick. He could tackle. He'd got a long pass on him. And he could head the ball.

I said to my goatherd captor - "He's bloody good that kid in't he?" and he replied, "ooh gorgeous - him called Dario. Dario Supperitch" or summat like that.

I came to quite enjoy my time in captivity with my Croation goatherd captor. Eventually he trust me enough to let me out on my own. It was one day, when he'd sent me down to the local village to get some vaseline, that I decided to make a break for it. I made it down to the town and tagged on to a tour group then followed them onto their coach and back to the mainland - where I found the Thomson's rep from several months earlier and gave him a reight bollocking for not checking up on me. They apologised profusely and pleaded with me not to put a negative review on TripAdvisor - and within a few hours I was reunited with an emergency passport and put on the next charter flight back to East Midlands.

I've followed Dario's career endlessly since those first mornings when I used to watch him kick around in the park. I always thought he'd make the very top grade - and I'm delighted to hear he's being linked with us.

 

[Rodley]

Zuparic and Sluga (GK) both left out of their squad for their game at Slaven Belupo tonight.


WE'RE FUCKING SIGNING BOTH AREN'T WE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Probably just don’t fancy it on a cold night at Belapo, nesh sods.

 

[Rodley]

I've heard of Rijeka. I've been there. And I know all about Dario Zuparic.

Rijeka is on the Croatian coast. I was held captive there overnight before being deported to the island of Krk.

This all happened on a package holiday to Pula in Croatia. One afternoon, I got a bit ambitious on a pedalo and drifted out to sea. It turns dark about 6 o'clock there and I soon become tired and exhausted - eventually I was picked up by a police boat, who rescued me and took me to the police station in Rijeka. The threw me into a cell to begin with. Then about an hour later, the Croatian desk sergeant, came to "interrogate" me. He didn't speak a word of English - well, apart from "passport". And I didn't speak a word of Croatian, apart from "pedalo". So there he was, sticking his hands through the bars of my cell demanding "passport?". And I tried to tell him, in my clearest Derbyshire English, that I'd not got me passport on me because I don't normally carry a passport when I go pedalo-ing. He didn't understand and he just got more and more angry - and he starts shouting "PASSPORT!" and I got fucking angry an' all and started shouting, "PEDALO!" back. Eventually, he gave up and just stormed out and left me there in this cell. Just a flat bed in there with no mattress - and a tin bucket to piss in. I didn't have a mobile phone back in them days, but if I did I bet the wi-fi signal would have been crap an' all. What a fuckin' dump!

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing is the sunlight is coming into my cell and it's morning. The cell door creaks open and there's some big burly Croatian copper indicating to me to get up. I thought they must be giving me breakfast, so I said to him, (hoping he could understand English), "Can I have brown toast please, not white, and I like my eggs poached, not fried". This bloke just grunted then grabbed me by the scruff off the neck, literally pushed me up a flight of stone stairs and then out the back door of the police station, where another gruff looking bloke with a long beard, dressed in scruffy clothes, bundled me into the back of a van and tied me up with rope. The van stunk like a farmyard.

I was now very fearful for my life. The van set off and travelled for about 20 minutes, then came to a halt. After a delay of about an hour, the van moved off again, but only for a short distance, a matter of a few yards. I could hear other vehicles and the clanking of iron - then I felt a sensation that we were on water. Indeed, I was now tied up in a van, and the van was on a ferry. My destination, the island of Krk.

To cut this very long, but interesting, story short, I was kidnapped and taken to a remote farmhouse up in the mountains of Krk where I remain held captive for many months by a homosexual goatherd. At least he looked after me though and brought me fresh goat's milk for breakfast, and as I got to know him better, and we began to communicate in broken English, he was very keen to get my ideas on interior design and would take me to the local markets to help him choose fabrics and things.

It was on such a visit to the market in Krk that we stopped off to watch a bunch of schoolboys playing football. One player stood out for his technical ability above all others. I didn't know who he was at the time - and I suppose first time I saw him I didn't really take much notice. But every Saturday we went down to the local market and stopped off to watch the kids play football on the way back. This lad stood out every week. He was two-footed, like most players, but he could play football with either of them. He was quick. He could tackle. He'd got a long pass on him. And he could head the ball.

I said to my goatherd captor - "He's bloody good that kid in't he?" and he replied, "ooh gorgeous - him called Dario. Dario Supperitch" or summat like that.

I came to quite enjoy my time in captivity with my Croation goatherd captor. Eventually he trust me enough to let me out on my own. It was one day, when he'd sent me down to the local village to get some vaseline, that I decided to make a break for it. I made it down to the town and tagged on to a tour group then followed them onto their coach and back to the mainland - where I found the Thomson's rep from several months earlier and gave him a reight bollocking for not checking up on me. They apologised profusely and pleaded with me not to put a negative review on TripAdvisor - and within a few hours I was reunited with an emergency passport and put on the next charter flight back to East Midlands.

I've followed Dario's career endlessly since those first mornings when I used to watch him kick around in the park. I always thought he'd make the very top grade - and I'm delighted to hear he's being linked with us.

Brilliant stuff.

 

[Booker4]

I can remember the videos that were shared of Luton Shelton, Ahmed Fahti and David McAllister, so I'm always a tad sceptical when I see these videos.

I know I agree, it was mainly that he plays at right centre back by the looks of it from the video.

 

[Igor]

Player videos........mmmmmm

It’s not a Ronnie Van Needleman moment is it?

 

[Ricky]

He'd fit right in. https://www.sheffieldunited.news/ne...io-zuparic-in-controversial-cup-celebrations/

 

[Akinbiyi]

For £1.5mil honestly just why not, fuck it, bollocks to it. Punt.

 

[nezimão]

What's croat for bum hole.

čmar.

 

[sheffielder]

Still pissed from last night perchance?

Didn’t need to get pissed, he had his crack pipe

 

[itsinyerblood]

At the price being quoted, and given we need quality cover, this may well be one those signings that we'd reflect on and think, "What a bargain!"

There are no guarantees, no matter what the price or reputation, but in the main I think that Wilder, Knill, and Mitchell, have sound instincts where good players are concerned. I don't expect infallibility, no one is that good, but given how well we've done since Wilder took control, how can anyone doubt his credentials when it comes to identifying a player and then deciding to buy them?

We're in very sound hands with our management team.

 

[Barney]

Some guy on Twitter has just tweeted about us signing this guy but the link is now unavailable so I think he deleted it straight away, hmm...

 

[Bladeinleeds]

Wilder has pretty much confirmed we’re going British as that’s what he knows best (in the same way farke knows the German leagues).

Suspect this is nothing but fanciful agent talk or speculation. Don’t see it happening myself - much as we would probably get superior value for money abroad

 

[Pinchy]

We're in very sound hands with our management team.

Absolutely.

 

[derryblade]

These agents are working hard to move their players on aren't they. They do realize Wilder hasn't so far signed a foreign player for the first team, never say never time will tell. He may have to look abroad, the prices for UK players is rising season on season, and now we are minted bargains might be harder to find.

 

[ChipButtyBlade]

Ive just been chatting to someone at The Lane,and he said do you know a player whose surname begins with Z.

 

[Bruce Wayne]

Ive just been chatting to someone at The Lane,and he said do you know a player whose surname begins with Z.

Nah Zidane is too old now, plus Real will be reluctant to let him go.

 

[Blade56]

Ive just been chatting to someone at The Lane,and he said do you know a player whose surname begins with Z.

Zolas legs have gone

 

[Cerberus Blade]

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[Cerberus Blade]

Any further news on this lad? (Vested interest obviously).

Just reflecting as we near the end of the transfer window, it’s quite incredible really, the sheer number and types of players we are supposedly linked with. 95% of these rumours seem to have no substance at all. It’s pure speculation and lazy journalism. But, I like it! Helps to pass the summer on, watching YouTube videos of players I would have otherwise never heard of and getting excited about what they might do if someone put a Blades shirt on them. I can hear myself going “BLAADE!” as I watch them. Then it all comes to nothing!

I’ve got to admit though, in common with most sensible Blades, I’m absolutely delighted with the business we’ve done this summer. Wilder has got it spot on imo, bringing in some very talented young players with a lot to prove. I said ages ago that he was breaking the mould. Not just with our unique style of football but also the type of player he manages to get playing it.

If this latest recruitment is successful and these lads start to make an impact in the Premiership it will cause a lot of Chairman to question what they have been doing all these years, “spunkin’ money” on over-paid, over-rated, big name players who burn money and achieve very little for their clubs.

It could even spark a new era of clubs insisting on value for money and curbing the ridiculous spiralling of transfer fees and wages.

Let’s hope!

 

[ThatJa]

We avoided a bullet not signing Sulga though. Poor tonight for Luton.

 

[saw516]

We avoided a bullet not signing Sulga though. Poor tonight for Luton.

He made one horrific error but he saved them on a few occasions too