Julian Dragovic

Defensive Midfielder - Admira Wacker
31 Aug 2026
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Marked for Julian Dragovic

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The Admira Wacker Gazette

3 Aug 2026
From our football correspondent Uneasy

Player ratings

Marko Schlager, 21, plays like he has been here for years — 7.69

A mark of 7.69 means one thing beside a twenty-nine-year-old's name and something else entirely beside a 21-year-old's. Nobody at the ground needed telling which this was.

Market

Stefan Trimmel raises the bar for Admira Wacker

“I want to be playing for trophies while my legs still let me.” Nothing in that sentence is a transfer request, and nobody at Admira Wacker heard it as anything else.

Squad

Tempers go at Admira Wacker

Julian Dragovic was at the centre of it, and by the time it was pulled apart there were three or four others involved. Training grounds are small places and long seasons make them smaller.

Match

Stefan Trimmel among the goals in a wild afternoon

6 goals in one match, Stefan Trimmel on the scoresheet, and a scoreline that will look like a misprint. Neutrals could not have asked more of Admira Wacker and Wolfsberger AC.

Squad

Wolfgang Onisiwo falls out with a teammate over standards

The oldest argument in any dressing room and the only one that is genuinely about football: one man thinks another is not putting enough in. It is also the row a manager privately does not mind having happened.

Squad

Paul Scholz gets it from the manager

“Nobody here is above being told.” It was not said with a name attached, but the dressing room can count, and so can everybody who was listening.

Player ratings

Peter Posch in the eights

A performance of 8.73 does not come along often, and when it does the rest of the team becomes scenery. He was magnificent.

Market

Guido Arnautovic attracts admirers

The name of Guido Arnautovic has come up in conversations Admira Wacker were not part of. Nothing formal, nothing signed — but nothing about it accidental either.

Match

Admira Wacker and Wolfsberger AC take a point apiece

It finished 3‑3, and it somehow always looked like it would. One of those afternoons where the table moves less than the tempers.

In brief