Manchester United 2 (0) 2010 → Cologne 13 (5) 2010-present CSKA (Moscow) 168 (36) National team** 2004 Serbia and Montenegro (under 17) 3 (0) 2006-2009 Serbia U21 17 (2) 2007-present Serbia 72 (11)

* Professional club appearances and goals counted for the domestic leagues only and correct as of 29 October 2016.

** Number of games and goals for the national team in official matches, corrected as of
on March 29, 2016.

Club career

Childhood and early career

Performances for Banat brought Zoran fame in many clubs in Europe. On August 6, 2007, Tošić signed a four-year contract with the professional club Partizan.

"Manchester United"

In the winter of 2008, Tošić, along with Partizan partner Adem Ljajić, signed a contract with Manchester United. He received a work permit for England on 28 November 2008 and the transfer was finalized on 2 January 2009. The Serbian midfielder played for United under the number 14. Unlike his younger teammate, Tosic immediately moved to England, and in the remainder of the 2008/09 season he appeared on the field 3 times in a red shirt, and also regularly participated in reserve games.

"Cologne"

On January 29, 2010, Tosic was loaned to the German Cologne until the end of the 2009/10 season.

CSKA

On June 15, 2010, Tosic moved to CSKA Moscow, signing a 5-year contract. According to unofficial information, the transfer of the player cost CSKA £ 8 million

On August 15, 2010, Tosic opened the scoring with his goal in Russia, scoring against Anzhi, in this match he also scored an assist. On August 19, Tosic scored the second goal for CSKA, hitting the Anorthosis gate in the match qualifying tournament Europa League; in the same game he also scored a third goal. Gradually Zoran became one of the leaders of CSKA.

Team career

Playing style

Tosic is a non-standard player. Possesses with a strong blow with a left foot, good speed and dribbling, as well as good set pieces. He has good football thinking. He has been compared to Arjen Robben and Sinisa Mihailović in his playing style. Tosic often scores and provides assists. His signature move is going right to center and hitting . Zoran can also play on the left flank of the attack. From weaknesses a football player can be distinguished fighting for the ball and playing defensively.

Statistics

Club statistics

As of March 20, 2016

Club	Season	Championship		Cup		League Cup		super bowl		Eurocups		Total
		Games	goals	Games	goals	Games	goals	Games	goals	Games	goals	Games	goals
Proleter	2005/06	7	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	7	0
	Total	7	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	7	0
Banat	2006/07	25	2	3	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	28	2
	Total	25	2	3	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	28	2
Partizan	2007/08	32	8	4	1	0	0	0	0	0	0	26	9
	2008/09	17	6	1	1	0	0	0	0	7	2	25	9
	Total	49	14	5	1	0	0	0	0	7	2	61	18
Manchester United	2008/09	2	0	1	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	3	0
	2009/10	0	0	0	0	2	0	0	0	0	0	2	0
	Total	2	0	1	0	2	0	0	0	0	0	5	0
Cologne	2009/10	13	5	1	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	14	5
	Total	13	5	1	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	14	5
CSKA		15	3	0	0	0	0	0	0	8	3	23	6
	2011/12	36	8	4	0	0	0	0	0	10	2	50	10
	2012/13	25	3	1	0	0	0	0	0	2	0	28	3
	2013/14	27	11	3	0	0	0	0	0	6	2	36	13
	2014/15	27	7	1	0	0	0	1	1	5	0	32	8
	2015/16	20	4	2	1	0	0	0	0	10	1	32	6
	Total	150	36	11	1	0	0	1	1	41	8	202	46
Total		246	57	21	2	2	0	1	1	48	10	318	70

International

As of March 29, 2016

Achievements

Command

Serbia national team - world championship 2010
	1 Stojkovic () 2 sleeves 3 Kolarov 4 Kachar 5 Vidic 6 Ivanovich 7 Tosic 8 Lazovic 9 Pantelic 10 Stankovic () 11

An excerpt characterizing Tosic, Zoran

In early August, Helen's case was completely decided, and she wrote a letter to her husband (who she thought was very fond of her) in which she informed him of her intention to marry NN and that she had entered into the one true religion and that she asks him to complete all the formalities necessary for the divorce, which the bearer of this letter will convey to him.
“Sur ce je prie Dieu, mon ami, de vous avoir sous sa sainte et puissante garde. Votre amie Helene.
[“Then I pray to God that you, my friend, be under his holy strong cover. Your friend Elena"]
This letter was brought to Pierre's house while he was on the Borodino field.

The second time, already at the end of the battle of Borodino, having escaped from the Raevsky battery, Pierre with crowds of soldiers headed along the ravine to Knyazkov, reached the dressing station and, seeing blood and hearing screams and groans, hastily moved on, getting mixed up in the crowds of soldiers.
One thing that Pierre now wanted with all the strength of his soul was to get out of those terrible impressions in which he lived that day as soon as possible, return to the usual conditions of life and fall asleep peacefully in the room on his bed. Only under ordinary conditions of life did he feel that he would be able to understand himself and all that he had seen and experienced. But these ordinary conditions of life were nowhere to be found.
Although the balls and bullets did not whistle here along the road along which he walked, but from all sides it was the same as it was there, on the battlefield. There were the same suffering, tormented and sometimes strangely indifferent faces, the same blood, the same soldier's greatcoats, the same sounds of shooting, although distant, but still terrifying; in addition, there was stuffiness and dust.
After walking about three versts along the high Mozhaisk road, Pierre sat down on its edge.
Twilight descended on the earth, and the rumble of the guns subsided. Pierre, leaning on his arm, lay down and lay for such a long time, looking at the shadows moving past him in the darkness. Incessantly it seemed to him that with a terrible whistle a cannonball flew at him; he winced and got up. He did not remember how long he had been here. In the middle of the night, three soldiers, dragging branches, placed themselves beside him and began to make fire.
The soldiers, looking sideways at Pierre, kindled a fire, put a bowler hat on it, crumbled crackers into it and put lard. The pleasant smell of edible and greasy food merged with the smell of smoke. Pierre got up and sighed. The soldiers (there were three of them) ate, not paying attention to Pierre, and talked among themselves.
- Yes, which one will you be? one of the soldiers suddenly turned to Pierre, obviously meaning by this question what Pierre thought, namely: if you want to eat, we will give, just tell me, are you an honest person?
- I? me? .. - said Pierre, feeling the need to belittle his social position as much as possible in order to be closer and more understandable to the soldiers. - I'm a real militia officer, only my squad is not here; I came to the battle and lost mine.
- You see! one of the soldiers said.
The other soldier shook his head.
- Well, eat, if you want, kavardachka! - said the first and gave Pierre, licking it, a wooden spoon.
Pierre sat down by the fire and began to eat the kavardachok, the food that was in the pot and which seemed to him the most delicious of all the foods he had ever eaten. While he greedily, bending over the cauldron, taking away large spoons, chewed one after another and his face was visible in the light of the fire, the soldiers silently looked at him.
- Where do you need it? You say! one of them asked again.
- I'm in Mozhaisk.
- You, became, sir?
- Yes.
- What's your name?
- Pyotr Kirillovich.
- Well, Pyotr Kirillovich, let's go, we'll take you. In complete darkness, the soldiers, together with Pierre, went to Mozhaisk.
The roosters were already crowing when they reached Mozhaisk and began to climb the steep city mountain. Pierre walked along with the soldiers, completely forgetting that his inn was below the mountain and that he had already passed it. He would not have remembered this (he was in such a state of loss) if his bereytor had not run into him on the half of the mountain, who went to look for him around the city and returned back to his inn. The landlord recognized Pierre by his hat, which shone white in the darkness.
“Your Excellency,” he said, “we are desperate. What are you walking? Where are you, please!
“Oh yes,” said Pierre.
The soldiers paused.
Well, did you find yours? one of them said.
- Well, goodbye! Pyotr Kirillovich, it seems? Farewell, Pyotr Kirillovich! other voices said.
“Goodbye,” said Pierre and went with his bereator to the inn.
"We must give them!" thought Pierre, reaching for his pocket. “No, don’t,” a voice told him.
There was no room in the upper rooms of the inn: everyone was busy. Pierre went into the yard and, covering himself with his head, lay down in his carriage.

As soon as Pierre laid his head on the pillow, he felt that he was falling asleep; but suddenly, with the clarity of almost reality, a boom, boom, boom of shots was heard, groans, screams, the slapping of shells were heard, there was a smell of blood and gunpowder, and a feeling of horror, fear of death seized him. He opened his eyes in fear and lifted his head from under his overcoat. Everything was quiet outside. Only at the gate, talking to the janitor and slapping through the mud, was some kind of orderly. Above Pierre's head, under the dark underside of the plank canopy, doves fluttered from the movement he made while rising. A peaceful, joyful for Pierre at that moment, strong smell of an inn, the smell of hay, manure and tar was poured throughout the courtyard. Between the two black awnings one could see a clear starry sky.
“Thank God that this is no more,” thought Pierre, again closing his head. “Oh, how terrible fear is, and how shamefully I gave myself up to it! And they…they were firm, calm all the time, to the very end…” he thought. In Pierre's understanding, they were soldiers - those who were on the battery, and those who fed him, and those who prayed to the icon. They - these strange, hitherto unknown to him, they were clearly and sharply separated in his thoughts from all other people.
“To be a soldier, just a soldier! thought Pierre, falling asleep. – Enter this common life with your whole being, imbue with what makes them so. But how to throw off all this superfluous, diabolical, all the burden of this external person? One time I could be it. I could run away from my father as I wished. Even after the duel with Dolokhov, I could have been sent as a soldier.” And in Pierre's imagination flashed a dinner at the club where he summoned Dolokhov, and a benefactor in Torzhok. And now Pierre is presented with a solemn dining box. This lodge takes place in the English Club. And someone familiar, close, dear, is sitting at the end of the table. Yes it is! This is a benefactor. “Yes, he died? thought Pierre. - Yes, he died; but I didn't know he was alive. And how sorry I am that he died, and how glad I am that he is alive again! On one side of the table sat Anatole, Dolokhov, Nesvitsky, Denisov and others like him (the category of these people was just as clearly defined in Pierre’s soul in a dream, as was the category of those people whom he called them), and these people, Anatole, Dolokhov loudly shouted, sang; but behind their cry was heard the voice of the benefactor, speaking incessantly, and the sound of his words was as significant and continuous as the roar of the battlefield, but it was pleasant and comforting. Pierre did not understand what the benefactor was saying, but he knew (the category of thoughts was just as clear in the dream) that the benefactor spoke of goodness, of the possibility of being what they were. And they from all sides, with their simple, kind, firm faces, surrounded the benefactor. But although they were kind, they did not look at Pierre, did not know him. Pierre wanted to draw their attention to himself and say. He got up, but at the same instant his legs became cold and bare.
He felt ashamed, and he covered his legs with his hand, from which the overcoat really fell off. For a moment, Pierre, adjusting his overcoat, opened his eyes and saw the same sheds, pillars, courtyard, but all this was now bluish, light and covered with sparkles of dew or frost.
“Dawn,” thought Pierre. “But that's not it. I need to listen to and understand the words of the benefactor.” He again covered himself with his overcoat, but there was no longer any dining box or benefactor. There were only thoughts clearly expressed in words, thoughts that someone said or Pierre himself changed his mind.
Pierre, later recalling these thoughts, despite the fact that they were caused by the impressions of that day, was convinced that someone outside of him was telling them to him. Never, as it seemed to him, was he in reality able to think and express his thoughts like that.
“War is the most difficult subjection of human freedom to the laws of God,” said the voice. – Simplicity is obedience to God; you won't get away from it. And they are simple. They don't say, but they do. The spoken word is silver, and the unspoken is golden. A person cannot own anything while he is afraid of death. And whoever is not afraid of her, everything belongs to him. If there were no suffering, a person would not know the boundaries of himself, would not know himself. The most difficult thing (Pierre continued to think or hear in a dream) is to be able to combine in his soul the meaning of everything. Connect everything? Pierre said to himself. No, don't connect. You can’t connect thoughts, but to connect all these thoughts - that’s what you need! Yes, you need to match, you need to match! Pierre repeated to himself with inner delight, feeling that with these, and only with these words, what he wants to express is expressed, and the whole question that torments him is resolved.
- Yes, you need to pair, it's time to pair.
- It is necessary to harness, it is time to harness, Your Excellency! Your Excellency, - repeated a voice, - it is necessary to harness, it's time to harness ...
It was the voice of the bereytor who woke up Pierre. The sun beat right in Pierre's face. He glanced at the dirty inn, in the middle of which, near the well, the soldiers were watering the thin horses, from which carts rode out through the gates. Pierre turned away in disgust and, closing his eyes, hurriedly fell back into the seat of the carriage. “No, I don’t want this, I don’t want to see and understand this, I want to understand what was revealed to me during sleep. One more second and I would understand everything. What am I to do? Conjugate, but how to conjugate everything? And Pierre felt with horror that the whole meaning of what he saw and thought in a dream was destroyed.
The bereator, the coachman and the janitor told Pierre that an officer had arrived with the news that the French had moved near Mozhaisk and that ours were leaving.
Pierre got up and, having ordered to lay down and catch up with himself, went on foot through the city.
The troops went out and left about ten thousand wounded. These wounded could be seen in the yards and in the windows of houses and crowded in the streets. On the streets near the carts that were supposed to take away the wounded, screams, curses and blows were heard. Pierre gave the wheelchair that had overtaken him to a wounded general he knew and went with him to Moscow. Dear Pierre found out about the death of his brother-in-law and about the death of Prince Andrei.

X
On the 30th, Pierre returned to Moscow. Almost at the outpost he met the adjutant of Count Rostopchin.
“And we are looking for you everywhere,” said the adjutant. “The Count needs to see you. He asks you to come to him immediately on a very important matter.
Pierre, without stopping home, took a cab and drove to the commander-in-chief.
Count Rostopchin only arrived in town this morning from his country dacha in Sokolniki. The antechamber and reception room of the count's house were full of officials who came at his request or for orders. Vasilchikov and Platov had already seen the count and explained to him that it was impossible to defend Moscow and that it would be surrendered. Although these news were hidden from the inhabitants, the officials, the heads of various departments knew that Moscow would be in the hands of the enemy, just as Count Rostopchin knew it; and all of them, in order to lay down their responsibility, came to the commander-in-chief with questions about how they should deal with the units entrusted to them.
While Pierre entered the reception room, the courier, who came from the army, left the count.
The courier waved his hand hopelessly at the questions addressed to him, and passed through the hall.
While waiting in the waiting room, Pierre looked with tired eyes at the various, old and young, military and civil, important and unimportant officials who were in the room. Everyone seemed dissatisfied and restless. Pierre approached one group of officials, in which one was his acquaintance. After greeting Pierre, they continued their conversation.
- How to send and return again, there will be no trouble; and in such a situation one cannot answer for anything.
“Why, he writes,” said another, pointing to the printed paper he held in his hand.
- That's another matter. This is necessary for the people,” said the first.
- What is it? Pierre asked.
- And here's a new poster.
Pierre took it in his hands and began to read:
“The Most Serene Prince, in order to quickly connect with the troops that are coming towards him, crossed Mozhaisk and stood in a strong place where the enemy would not suddenly attack him. Forty-eight cannons with shells have been sent to him from here, and his Serene Highness says that he will defend Moscow to the last drop of blood and is ready to fight even in the streets. You, brothers, do not look at the fact that government offices have been closed: things need to be cleaned up, and we will deal with the villain with our court! When it comes to something, I need fellows, both urban and rural. I'll call a call for two days, but now it's not necessary, I'm silent. Good with an ax, not bad with a horn, and best of all is a triple pitchfork: a Frenchman is not heavier than a sheaf of rye. Tomorrow, after dinner, I am taking Iverskaya to the Ekaterininsky hospital, to the wounded. We will sanctify the water there: they will recover sooner; and I am now healthy: my eye hurt, and now I look both ways.
“And the military people told me,” said Pierre, “that it’s impossible to fight in the city and that the position ...
“Well, yes, that’s what we’re talking about,” said the first official.
- And what does it mean: my eye hurt, and now I look in both? Pierre said.
“The count had barley,” said the adjutant, smiling, “and he was very worried when I told him that people came to ask what was the matter with him. And what, count, ”the adjutant suddenly said, turning to Pierre with a smile,“ we heard that you have family concerns? What if the countess, your wife ...
“I didn’t hear anything,” Pierre said indifferently. – What did you hear?
- No, you know, because they often invent. I say what I heard.
– What did you hear?
“Yes, they say,” the adjutant said again with the same smile, “that the countess, your wife, is going abroad. Probably nonsense...
“Perhaps,” said Pierre, looking absently around him. - And who is this? he asked, pointing to a short old man in a clean blue coat, with a big beard as white as snow, the same eyebrows, and a ruddy face.

168 (36) National team** 2004 Flag of Serbia and Montenegro Serbia and Montenegro (up to 17) 3 (0) 2006-2009 Flag of Serbia (2004-2010) Serbia (under 21) 17 (2) 2007-present Flag of Serbia Serbia 72 (11)

* Professional club appearances and goals counted for the domestic leagues only and correct as of 29 October 2016.

** Number of games and goals for the national team in official matches, corrected as of
on March 29, 2016.

Club career

Childhood and early career

Performances for Banat brought Zoran fame in many clubs in Europe. On August 6, 2007, Tošić signed a four-year contract with the professional club Partizan.

"Manchester United"

In the winter of 2008, Tošić, along with Partizan partner Adem Ljajić, signed a contract with Manchester United. He received a work permit for England on 28 November 2008 and the transfer was finalized on 2 January 2009. The Serbian midfielder played for United under the number 14. Unlike his younger teammate, Tosic immediately moved to England, and in the remainder of the 2008/09 season he appeared on the field 3 times in a red shirt, and also regularly participated in reserve games.

"Cologne"

On January 29, 2010, Tosic was loaned to the German Cologne until the end of the 2009/10 season.

CSKA

On June 15, 2010, Tosic moved to CSKA Moscow, signing a 5-year contract. According to unofficial information, the transfer of the player cost CSKA £ 8 million

On August 15, 2010, Tosic opened the scoring with his goal in Russia, scoring against Anzhi, in this match he also scored an assist. On August 19, Tosic scored the second goal for CSKA, hitting the Anorthosis gate in a Europa League qualifying match; in the same game he also scored a third goal. Gradually Zoran became one of the leaders of CSKA.

Tosic scored his first goal in the 2011/2012 season in a Europa League match against Porto. The match ended with the score 2:1 in favor of the Portuguese, and CSKA left the tournament. In general, the Serbian was unstable in the championship, [[K: Wikipedia: Articles without sources (country: Lua error: callParserFunction: function "#property" was not found. )]][[C:Wikipedia:Articles without sources (country: Lua error: callParserFunction: function "#property" was not found. )]] [ ] however scored three goals. At the end of November, the football player was injured, from which he recovered only in January. [[K: Wikipedia: Articles without sources (country: Lua error: callParserFunction: function "#property" was not found. )]][[C:Wikipedia:Articles without sources (country: Lua error: callParserFunction: function "#property" was not found. )]][[C:Wikipedia:Articles without sources (country: Lua error: callParserFunction: function "#property" was not found. )]] [ ]

Team career

Playing style

Tosic is a non-standard player. Has a strong left footed shot, good speed and dribbling, as well as good set pieces. He has good football thinking. He has been compared to Arjen Robben and Sinisa Mihailović in his playing style. Tosic often scores and provides assists. His signature move is going right to center and hitting . Zoran can also play on the left flank of the attack. Of the weaknesses of a football player, one can single out the fight for the ball and the game in defense.

Statistics

Club statistics

As of March 20, 2016

Club	Season	Championship		Cup		League Cup		super bowl		Eurocups		Total
		Games	goals	Games	goals	Games	goals	Games	goals	Games	goals	Games	goals
Flag of Serbia (2004-2010) Proleter	2005/06	7	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	7	0
	Total	7	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	7	0
Flag of Serbia (2004-2010) Banat	2006/07	25	2	3	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	28	2
	Total	25	2	3	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	28	2
Flag of Serbia (2004-2010) Partizan	2007/08	32	8	4	1	0	0	0	0	0	0	26	9
	2008/09	17	6	1	1	0	0	0	0	7	2	25	9
	Total	49	14	5	1	0	0	0	0	7	2	61	18
Flag of England Manchester United	2008/09	2	0	1	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	3	0
	2009/10	0	0	0	0	2	0	0	0	0	0	2	0
	Total	2	0	1	0	2	0	0	0	0	0	5	0
Flag of Germany Cologne	2009/10	13	5	1	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	14	5
	Total	13	5	1	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	14	5
Flag of Russia CSKA		15	3	0	0	0	0	0	0	8	3	23	6
	2011/12	36	8	4	0	0	0	0	0	10	2	50	10
	2012/13	25	3	1	0	0	0	0	0	2	0	28	3
	2013/14	27	11	3	0	0	0	0	0	6	2	36	13
	2014/15	27	7	1	0	0	0	1	1	5	0	32	8
	2015/16	20	4	2	1	0	0	0	0	10	1	32	6
	Total	150	36	11	1	0	0	1	1	41	8	202	46
Total		246	57	21	2	2	0	1	1	48	10	318	70

International

As of March 29, 2016

Achievements

Command

Serbia national team - world championship 2010

Flag of Serbia (2004-2010)

1 Stojkovic () 2 sleeves 3 Kolarov 4 Kachar 5) - What God are you talking about, monsignor? I asked sadly. - Surely, not about the one to whom Caraffa prays! .. - Morone smiled in parting. I stood still for a moment, trying to remember in my soul the image of this wonderful person, and waving goodbye, went out into the corridor. The sky opened up with a flurry of anxiety, panic and fear!.. Where was my brave, lonely girl now?! What prompted her to leave Meteora?.. For some reason, Anna did not answer my insistent calls, although I knew that she could hear me. This instilled even greater anxiety, and I only fought with the last of my strength so as not to succumb to the panic that burned my soul, because I knew that Caraffa would certainly take advantage of any of my weaknesses. And then I'll have to lose before even starting to resist... Having retired to “my” chambers, I “licked” old wounds, not even hoping that they would ever heal, but simply trying to be as strong and calm as possible in case of any opportunity to start a war with Caraffa ... It makes no sense to hope for a miracle it was, because I knew perfectly well that in our case no miracles were foreseen ... Everything that happens, I will have to do only myself. Inaction killed, making me feel forgotten, helpless and unnecessary by everyone ... And although I knew perfectly well that I was wrong, the worm of "black doubt" successfully gnawed at the inflamed brain, leaving a bright trace of uncertainty and regrets there ... I did not regret that I was at Karaffa myself ... But I was terribly afraid for Anna. And also, I still could not forgive myself for the death of my father and Girolamo, my beloved and the best people in the world for me ... Will I ever be able to avenge them? .. Isn't everyone right when they say that Caraffa cannot be defeated ? That I won't destroy it, but just die stupidly myself?.. Was the North really right in inviting me to go to Meteora? And did the hope to destroy the Pope all this time lived only in me alone?! .. And one more thing... I felt that I was very tired... Inhumanly, terribly tired... Sometimes it even seemed - wouldn't it really be better to go to Meteora?.. After all, someone went there?.. And why They didn't care that people were dying around them. It was important for them to LEARN, to receive the secret KNOWLEDGE, since they considered themselves exceptionally gifted ... But, on the other hand, if they really were so “exceptional”, then how could they forget the simplest, but in my opinion, our commandment is very important - do not go to rest while others need your help ... How could they close up so easily without even looking around, without trying to help others? .. How did they calm their souls? .. Of course, my “indignant” thoughts did not concern the children in Meteor in any way ... This war was not their war, it concerned only adults ... And the kids still had to go long and hard along the path of knowledge in order to be able to protect your home, your family and all good people living on our strange, incomprehensible Earth. No, I was thinking about adults... About those who considered themselves too "special" to risk their "precious" life. About those who preferred to sit out in Meteor, inside its thick walls, while the Earth bled and the same gifted as they went to death in droves... I have always loved freedom and valued the right of free choice of each individual. But there were moments in life when our personal freedom was not worth the millions of lives of other good people ... In any case, that's exactly what I decided for myself ... And I was not going to change anything. Yes, there were moments of weakness when it seemed that the sacrifice that was being made would be completely senseless and in vain. That she would not change anything in this cruel world ... But then the desire to fight returned again ... Then everything fell into place, and with all my being I was ready to return to the “battlefield”, despite how unequal I was war... Long, hard days crawled like a string of the “unknown”, and still no one bothered me. Nothing changed, nothing happened. Anna was silent, not responding to my calls. And I had no idea where she was, or where I could look for her... And then one day, mortally tired of empty, endless waiting, I decided to finally fulfill my old, sad dream - knowing that I would probably never be able to see my beloved Venice in a different way, I decided to go there with a “breath” to say goodbye ... It was May outside, and Venice was dressing up like a young bride, celebrating her most beautiful holiday - the holiday of Love... Love hovered everywhere - the very air was saturated with it! .. Bridges and canals breathed it, it penetrated into every corner of the smart city ... into every fiber of every lonely soul living in it ... For that one day, Venice turned into a magical flower love - burning, intoxicating and beautiful! The streets of the city literally “drowned” in a myriad of scarlet roses, lush “tails” hanging down to the very water, gently caressing it with fragile scarlet petals ... All Venice was fragrant, exhaling the smells of happiness and summer. And on this one day, even the most gloomy inhabitants of the city left their homes, and smiling with all their might, they expected that on this beautiful day even they, sad and lonely, would be smiled by capricious Love ... The holiday began from the very early morning, when the first rays of the sun were just beginning to gild the city canals, showering them with hot kisses, from which, embarrassingly flashing, they were filled with bashful red highlights ... Right there, not even letting you wake up properly, under the windows the city's beauties were already tenderly sounding the first love romances... And the magnificently dressed gondoliers, decorating their polished gondolas in a festive scarlet color, patiently waited at the pier, each hoping to seat the brightest beauty of this wonderful, magical day. During this holiday, there were no prohibitions for anyone - young and old poured into the streets, tasting the upcoming fun, and tried to take best places on the bridges to get a closer look at the passing gondolas carrying the famous Venetian courtesans as beautiful as spring itself. These one-of-a-kind women, whose mind and beauty were admired by poets, and whom artists embodied forever in their magnificent canvases. I always believed that love can only be pure, and I never understood and did not agree with betrayal. But the courtesans of Venice were not just women from whom love was bought. Apart from the fact that they were always extraordinarily beautiful, they were all also superbly educated, incomparably better than any bride from a rich and noble Venetian family ... Unlike the very educated noble Florentines, the women of Venice in my time were not even allowed to enter to public libraries and to be “well-read”, since the wives of noble Venetians were considered just a beautiful thing, a loving husband closed at home “for the good” of his family ... And the higher the status of the lady, the less she was allowed to know. Courtesans, on the contrary, usually knew several languages, played musical instruments, read (and sometimes wrote!) poetry, knew philosophers very well, understood politics, sang and danced superbly ... In short, they knew everything that any noble woman (according to my concept) was obliged to know. And I always honestly believed that if the wives of the nobles knew at least the slightest bit of what the courtesans knew, loyalty and love would forever reign in our wonderful city ... I did not approve of treason, but also, I could not respect women who did not know (and did not want to know!) Further than what was beyond the walls of their native Venice. Surely my Florentine blood spoke in me, but I absolutely could not stand ignorance! And people who had unlimited opportunities to KNOW, but did not want to, caused only hostility in me. But back to my beloved Venice, which, as I knew, was to prepare for its usual annual celebration that evening... Very easily, without any special effort, I appeared on the main square of the city. Everything seemed to be as before, but this time, although decorated in the old way, Venice was almost empty. I walked along the lonely canals, unable to believe my eyes! It was not too late, and usually at such a time the city was still noisy, like an alarmed beehive, anticipating a favorite holiday. But that evening the beautiful Venice was empty... I could not understand where all the happy faces had gone?.. What happened to my beautiful city in those short few years??? Walking slowly along the deserted embankment, I breathed in such a familiar, warm and soft, salty air, unable to hold back the tears flowing down my cheeks at the same time, happy and sad tears... It was my home!.. My truly native and beloved city. Venice has forever remained MY city!.. I loved its rich beauty, its high culture... Its bridges and gondolas... And even just its unusualness, making it the only city of its kind ever built on Earth. The evening was very pleasant and quiet. Gentle waves, softly whispering something, lazily splashed against the stone portals... And gently rocking the elegant gondolas, they ran back into the sea, taking with them the crumbling rose petals, which, floating further, became like scarlet drops of blood, somehow generously sprinkled on the mirror water. Suddenly, a very familiar voice pulled me out of my sad-happy dreams: - It can not be!!! Isidora?! Is this really you?! Our good old friend, Francesco Rinaldi, stood looking at me dumbfounded, as if a familiar ghost suddenly appeared right in front of him ... Apparently not daring to believe that it was really me. - My God, where are you from? We thought you were dead a long time ago! How did you manage to escape? Did they let you go?! “No, they didn’t let me go, my dear Francesco,” I answered sadly, shaking my head. – And, unfortunately, I didn’t manage to escape... I just came to say goodbye... – But, how is it? Are you here? And completely free? Where is my friend?! Where is Girolamo? I haven't seen him in such a long time and I miss him so much! – Girolamo is no more, dear Francesco... Just as there is no more father... Was it the reason that Francesco was a friend from our happy "past", or I was just wildly tired of endless loneliness, but, telling him about the horror that the Pope had done to us, I suddenly felt inhuman pain ... And then I finally broke through!.. Tears gushed like a waterfall of bitterness, sweeping away embarrassment and pride, and leaving only a thirst for protection and the pain of loss... Hiding on his warm chest, I sobbed like a lost child looking for friendly support... - Calm down, my dear friend ... Well, what are you doing! Please calm down... Francesco stroked my tired head, as my father did long ago, wanting to calm me down. The pain burned, again mercilessly throwing into the past, which could not be returned, and which no longer existed, since there were no more people on Earth who created this wonderful past .... – My house has always been your house, Isidora. You need somewhere to hide! Let's go to us! We'll do our best. Please, come to us!.. You will be safe with us! They were wonderful people - his family ... And I knew that if I agreed, they would do everything to hide me. Even if for this they themselves will be in danger. And for a brief moment, I suddenly wanted so wildly to stay! .. But I knew perfectly well that this would not happen, that I would leave right now ... And in order not to give myself vain hopes, I immediately said sadly: - Anna remained in the clutches of the “most holy” Pope ... I think you understand what this means. And now she's left with me alone... Forgive me, Francesco. And remembering something else, she asked: “Will you tell me, my friend, what is happening in the city?” What happened to the holiday? Or has our Venice, like everything else, also become different? .. – The Inquisition, Isidora... Damn her! It's all inquisition... – ?!.. - Yes, dear friend, she even got here ... And the worst thing is that many people fell for it. Apparently, for the evil and worthless, the same “evil and worthless” is needed in order for everything that they have been hiding for many years to be revealed. The Inquisition has become a terrible tool of human revenge, envy, lies, greed and malice!.. You can’t even imagine, my friend, how low the most normal people can fall! wishing to get rid of them as soon as possible ... envious neighbors against neighbors ... This is terrible! No one is protected today from the coming of the "holy fathers"... It's so scary, Isidora! One has only to tell someone that he is a heretic, and you will never see that person again. True madness... which reveals the lowest and worst in people... How can one live with this, Isidora? Francesco stood stooped, as if the heaviest burden pressed down on him like a mountain, not allowing him to straighten up. I knew him for a very long time, and I knew how difficult it was to break this honest, brave man. But then life hunched him, turning him into a confused man who did not understand such human meanness and meanness, into a disappointed, aging Francesco ... And now, looking at my good old friend, I realized that I was right, deciding to forget my personal life , giving it for the death of the "holy" monster, trampling on the lives of others, good and pure people. It was only unspeakably bitter that there were low and vile "people" who rejoiced (!!!) at the arrival of the Inquisition. And someone else's pain did not touch their callous hearts, rather the opposite - they themselves, without a twinge of conscience, used the paws of the Inquisition to destroy innocent, kind people! How far was our Earth from that happy day when a Man will be pure and proud!.. When his heart will not succumb to meanness and evil... When Light, Sincerity and Love will live on Earth. Yes, the North was right - the Earth was still too evil, stupid and imperfect. But I believed with all my heart that someday she would become wise and very kind ... only many more years would pass for this. In the meantime, those who loved her had to fight for her. Forgetting yourself, your relatives... And not sparing your only and very dear earthly Life. Lost in my thoughts, I did not even notice that Francesco was watching me very carefully, as if he wanted to see if he could persuade me to stay. But the deep sadness in his sad gray eyes told me - he understood ... And hugging him tightly in last time I started saying goodbye...

Serbian midfielder Zoran Tosic was born on April 28, 1987 and began his football career in his hometown of Zrenjanin: his first teams were Proleter, and a little later - Banat. In 2007, Tosic signed a contract with Partizan Belgrade and already in the first year of his stay in the team he helped black and white win the championship. Thanks to great game Zoran almost immediately got on the pencil of the scouts of many European teams, among which was Manchester United. The interest of the Mancunians turned out to be substantive: in the fall of 2008, the club secured a work permit for Zoran in the UK, and in January 2009 Tosic officially moved to Old Trafford.

In the face of a tough struggle for a place in the squad (one of Zoran's direct competitors was Cristiano Ronaldo), it was hard for the young Serb to prove himself, but later he repeatedly stated that the Manchester stage of his career gave him a lot as a football player. “Working side by side with the best players in Europe was very important for my professional growth,” Zoran recalled in an interview for PFC CSKA's official Red-Blue Tribune magazine. “With the same Ronaldo, we spent a lot of time together after training, fulfilled the standards, and I learned everything from him - not only football things, but also how to behave off the field.”

In January 2010, Tosic went on loan to the German Cologne, during which he was already closely watched by PFC CSKA breeders. In the same summer, the army club makes an offer to Manchester United, after which Tosic agrees with the red-blue terms of a personal contract. Zoran's debut falls on the main football derby of the country. In the away match with Spartak, the Serb spends more than an hour on the field and helps the army team achieve important victory — 2:1.

Zoran Tosic is able to act equally productively on any of the brows. Over the years of performances, the winger of PFC CSKA has become one of the symbols of our club. Fans remember well a number of his great goals: Real Madrid in the 1/8 finals of the Champions League in 2012, a series of goals against Spartak Moscow, a hat-trick against Krasnodar in the fall of 2013, and, of course, , the “golden” goal for Lokomotiv, which decided the fate of the 2013/14 championship.

Tosic has two victories in the championship and the Cup of Russia, and also won the country's Super Cup with our club.

Curious fact

According to the results of 2014, Zoran Tosic was recognized as the best football player in Serbia according to the sports publication Sportski Žurnal.

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In the championship of Russia-2011/12 in three matches he hit the gates of the Moscow "Spartak"

He began his football career at Budućnosti, which, after a merger with another club, became known as Banat. In 25 appearances for Banat, Tošić scored two goals and helped his team avoid relegation.

Performances for Banat brought Tosic fame in many clubs in Europe. On August 6, 2007, he signed a four-year contract with the Partizan club.

"Manchester United"

In the winter of 2008, Tošić, along with Partizan partner Adem Ljajić, signed a contract with Manchester United. He received a work permit for England on 28 November 2008 and the transfer was finalized on 2 January 2009. The Serbian midfielder played for United under the number 14. Unlike his younger teammate, Tošić immediately moved to England and made three appearances for the remainder of the 2008/09 season, as well as being a regular reserve player.

"Cologne"

On January 29, 2010, Tosic was loaned to the German Cologne until the end of the 2009/10 season.

CSKA

On June 15, 2010, Tosic moved to CSKA Moscow, signing a 5-year contract. According to unofficial information, the transfer of the player cost CSKA £ 8 million

On August 15, 2010, Tosic opened the scoring with his goals in Russia, scoring against Anzhi, in this match he also scored an assist. On August 19, he scored the second goal as part of CSKA, hitting the gates of Anorthosis in the match of the qualifying tournament of the Europa League; in the same game he also scored a third goal. Gradually became one of the leaders of CSKA. [ ]

Tosic scored his first goal in the 2011/2012 season in a Europa League match against Porto. The match ended with the score 2:1 in favor of the Portuguese, and CSKA left the tournament. In general, the Serb played unstably in the championship, [ ] however scored three goals. At the end of November, the football player was injured, from which he recovered only in January. [ ]

In the Champions League, he scored a goal in the 1/8 finals match against Real Madrid, which ended in a 1-4 defeat for CSKA and elimination from the draw. According to the fans, he was named the best football player of CSKA in March. On April 28, he scored two goals against Spartak Moscow, bringing CSKA victory with a score of 2: 1. In the next match, he again made a double against another Moscow club - Lokomotiv (the army team won 3: 0).

Zoran Tosic is a young, promising football player who today defends the honor of PFC CSKA and his native Serbian team.

Childhood, youth

The future famous football player was born in Yugoslavia, in the city of Zrenjanin, in 1987, on April 28th. He started his playing career not quite at a young age. From the age of 17 to 19, he played for a football club called Proleter Zrenjanin. For him, the Serb played seven matches. He immediately took the position of a winger, but, being part of his first club, he did not score goals. Then he played for FC Banat Zrenjanin for another year. As part of this team, he played 32 games and scored two goals. Performances for this club brought popularity and recognition to the young footballer. As a result, Zoran Tosic received an invitation from the professional club "Partizan", with which he signed a contract for 4 years. True, he stayed there only until 2009.

England and Germany

In 2008, Zoran Tosic, along with his teammate from Partizan, Adem Ljajic, moved to Manchester United. It was a big breakthrough in the careers of two Serbian football players. In 2008, at the end of November, Zoran Tosic received permission to work in England, and more than a month later (January 2, 2009) the transfer took place. Things were not going so well with his teammate Adem: he did not manage to arrange everything so quickly. While Tosic was already in full training with the English and even occasionally went on the field, Ljajic was just finishing up with paperwork and moving to another country.

Serb took the “United” number 14 and began to play in the position of midfielder. True, Tosic did not stay in England, because the German “Cologne” became interested in him. Representatives of the club offered the British a good amount and appropriate conditions, so in 2010, on January 29, the Serb moved to Germany before the end of the current season.

Moving to Moscow

The club in which the Serb decided to stay for a long time is CSKA Moscow. Football player Zoran Tosic signed a contract with the “soldiers” in 2010 and still defends the colors of the team. The midfielder cost the Muscovites £8 million.

The footballer's career started in Moscow extremely well - with a goal against Anji and an assist in the same game. He scored the second ball into the opponent's goal 4 days after his debut, and it was a match against Anorthosis. So in the Europa League, the midfielder also showed himself well. By the way, in that match Zoran scored the second goal, thus scoring a double. Game after game, the newcomer to CSKA became the leader of the team, gaining the respect of both teammates and fans.

Zoran Tosic, whose photo shows us a young and strong footballer, also performed well in the next season, opening him with a goal against the Portuguese Porto in the Europa League. True, the Muscovites lost the game to their opponents with a score of 1:2.

In general, Yugoslav has shown good results in all seasons. True, in 2012/13 he was injured - a fifth fracture. But when he returned, he began to score again. So, for example, he scored three goals against Krasnodar, scoring a hat-trick. He has been recognized many times best player match and the team as a whole. And in 2014, Tosic was awarded the title of the best football player Serbia.

Career in the national team and interesting facts

The midfielder also performed well in the national team. Zoran Tosic, whose biography is replete with different interesting facts, with national team in 2007 he became the silver champion of Europe. Still he two-time Champion Russia and the owner of the Cup and the Super Cup of the Country (also 2 times). With "Manchester United" Tosic was the winner in the Premier League and the League Cup.

As for his personal life, the football player in this moment divorced. The ex-wife's name is Diana, and Zoran has two children from her. In addition to Serbian, Tosic knows Russian very well, plus, due to his “European” past, he speaks a little English and German. Friends and teammates characterize Zoran as a calm, family and ambitious person who is not inclined at all.

And Tosic is a very non-standard football player. He has a great left footed shot, masterful dribbling and high speed. Many compare his game with the legendary Arjen Robben. Tosic is easy to score and provide assists.

It remains to wish talented football player success in your career and good luck in new championships.