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"Come on!!"
Suker shouted excitedly.
However, what he saw was Masložić, with defenders interfering, falling straight down and eating it.
Yes~~~~~~!!
Suker rubbed his head in frustration.
Is everything handed to you and you can't even take a bite?
Masložić clumsily got up, a bit scared to look at Suker.
The ball that penetrated the defense was brilliant, and Masložić was just a soft advantage away from creating a one-on-one situation.
But he messed up.
However, this pass also made many people turn their heads and look at Suker with surprise.
How can their short center forward have such good passing ability?
It's not just the pass; it's the overall vision of the game.
That's a real talent.
Even Ogripe blinked from the sidelines and murmured to himself:
"Should I let him play in the midfield?"
It's impossible for Suker to play in midfield.
The midfielder not only doesn't have a place for future football tactics, but it's also too far from the goal.
The current Suker is developing a new skill and a support role focused on passing.
But he still wants to be a goal-scoring player who finishes with a single shot.
All the changes are made to compensate for his physical differences and allow him to adapt better to professional play.
As he grew,
Suker's eyes lit up, and he felt that his future was wide open.
"Come again! Again! Again!!"
Suker urged to keep playing.
Now that he was finding his rhythm and playing so well, he didn't want it to stop.
The crowd was back into the game.
And after such cooperation, Suker's team started to work more smoothly.
Luka Modric is a talented midfielder in his own right, and he has a better sense of the situation on the field than anyone here. Even when he doesn't play too seriously, he still puts pressure on the defense.
Mlinar felt a bit uncomfortable at first, but with the cooperation between Suker and Modric, he also began to follow suit, gradually joining in, and even started evolving into a three-player link-up.
And when the three of them completed the passing coordination, even the wings and the backline gradually started pressing forward.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of the ball rubbing against their boots, and with every pass, Suker chooses to touch the ball with one foot, at most two.
The entire process was extremely smooth.
Even if something went wrong at some point, when the ball reached Suker, Mlinar, and Modric's feet, the situation immediately calmed down.
The three main players handling the ball radiated their influence across the entire team, and at this point, the offensive fangs began to reveal themselves.
Suker turned his head to look at his teammates and the defense on both sides, and he took the initiative to retreat again.
Seeing Suker's movements, the center-back Kobaro, who had previous experience, immediately followed him.
At that moment, Modric passed the ball to Suker, who had no intention of stopping the ball and returned it.
This decisive pass caused Kobaro, who was coming from behind, to deflate.
Suker turned his head to look at Kobaro, smiling and showing his white teeth.
For some reason, Kobaro always found that smile a little annoying.
Luka Modric had already moved the ball to the wing, and Suker immediately intervened to reach it.
Witolic saw Kobaro, who was glued to Suker, and chose to pass the ball to Modric.
Modric made a pass to Suker, Kobaro lunged immediately, and Suker returned the pass.
"Why do you keep passing it back?"
Kobaro jumped into the air and shouted in dissatisfaction.
Suker shrugged: "Then don't press me!"
Kobaro pouted, "Didn't I press forward, waiting for you to pass the ball?"
At this point, Modric passed the ball to Suker again.
Kobaro couldn't take it anymore and saw Suker suddenly sprinting, this time running with all his might, trying to intercept Suker before he could do anything.
But Suker didn't wait where he was. Instead, he took the initiative to meet the ball and retreat.
Both were running toward the ball at full speed, and as they approached the ball, Suker used the arch of his left foot to gently move it outward.
The ball rolled to the left, and Suker immediately turned and pulled away from the return pass.
Kobaro lunged again, but his attention followed the ball, and he didn't see Suker at all, as Suker was level with him, adjusting in small steps.
On the left side, Mlinar arrived smoothly, and his next task was very simple.
Take advantage of the space Suker created to make a direct through pass.
Indeed, as soon as Mlinar sent the ball in, Suker suddenly accelerated and charged forward at full speed.
"Is he going to strike again?"
"Block it!"
Defenders from both sides quickly closed in, and the goalkeeper also left the goal, trying to expand his blocking area as much as possible.
Theoretically, Suker's shot angle was very demanding.
But. Who says he has to shoot?
Suker advanced from the center to the left, drawing all the defensive force to the left, leaving just a single full-back in the center.
And what Suker had to do next was very simple.
A simple fake shot sent the opponent stumbling backward, while Suker gently stepped on the ball with his right foot to stop it in place, while continuing to kill toward the left, pulling away most of the defense.
But they didn't realize Modric was behind Suker.
The pair made a crossing run, with Modric stealing the ball from Suker and moving away from a goalkeeper who was only guarded by full-backs.
The ball went into the net.
"Wow!!"
As soon as Suker saw the goal, he jumped up excitedly.
At the same time, the attacking players exclaimed.
Even Mlinar held his head in disbelief.
"Is this really the offense we played?"
It was simply too precise.
Suker and Modric, how many consecutive crossing runs and tentative passes, passed the ball smoothly to the danger zone.
Of course, Suker's diagonal insertions forward and his feints were also very imaginative.
And Modric's ability to read Suker's mind was also crucial.
"Damn, these two guys!"
Ogripe still had a surprised expression on his face.
If it weren't for the ruined stadium, he would have thought he was watching Arsenal play.
The main reason was that this attack was too smooth, almost a pass throughout the process, and the defensive force was also drawn away from the goal as much as possible.
Here, Suker and Modric seemed to have developed a kind of tacit understanding.
The combination of these two made the goal look so effortless.
"Luo Teng Ma Siqi, there's another gap there!"
"Obviously, you didn't see it!"
"I've been watching."
"Well, then you didn't hold it either!"
The defender was a bit annoyed, mainly because the opponent was playing them like fools, and no one was happy about it.
"Alright, stop arguing, don't forget, we're a team!"
Mlinar came over to play the round, and this phrase made everyone feel better.
"Yes!"
They were a team, and the fact that the forwards were good meant they were all good, and it wasn't just them who had been escaping in the game anyway.
Soon, everyone began discussing enthusiastically.
The Mostar Rangers used to play counter-attacking defensive football, with simple and brutal tactics.
This subtle tactical coordination, this magnificent tacit understanding of positioning made them feel very comfortable.
Even Modric was stunned.
He carefully felt the previous cooperation.
There were no mistakes, everyone was where they should have been, everyone's movement was part of the goal.
And among them, the short forward named Suker connected it all.
It was an incredible feeling!
Modric hadn't felt this way in the Mostar FC, or Zlinjski FC where he played.
You know, it's a Super League team!
Although the intensity is higher than this kind of amateur football, this type of combination can also be applied at that level.
Most importantly, it was the control of the rhythm and the smoothness.
Luka Modric fell silent; he hadn't played such fluid football since leaving Bosnia and Herzegovina.
He used to complain that his teammates were like pigs and didn't understand his movements and passing intentions.
But the cooperation that wasn't played in the Super League was actually played in amateur football that was formed for the first time?
What's the problem here?
Is it your problem or your teammates'?
Modric was lost in deep thoughts.
"Hey! High five!"
At that moment, a voice was heard.
Modric looked down and saw Suker lifting his hands and laughing.
"You're amazing, you have a great pass."
Modric's face turned red.
Obviously, it was this guy who was leading the attack.
Suker looked at the young hooded man in front of him and asked a bit stiffly:
"Aren't you feeling well? Are you a player? Interested in playing with us?"
Suker immediately extended the invitation.
Modric nodded, then shook his head.
Suker didn't know why.
But Modric turned around, shook his head, and said: "I'm leaving."
"Has he left?"
Suker hurriedly said: "I haven't kicked enough."
Modric turned his head to look at Suker, and suddenly said: "You should play in midfield."
Suker was stunned for a moment; this sentence wasn't quite right, but it could be considered advice from Modric to himself.
"I'm better at running without the ball, it's just that I don't have a good midfielder to pass to." Suker laughed and said: "I'm the top scorer in the second division."
Luka Modric: "The top scorer in the second division can't score a single goal in the Super League."
Suker was stunned; whether this guy could talk or not, he had complimented him, but they couldn't compliment each other in business.
A hint of disgust was clearly visible on Suker's face.
Modric realized he had said something wrong and immediately said: "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that, but... that's the truth!"
Suker: "."
Sigh!
Suker sighed, raised his arm, and wanted to pat Modric's head but found he couldn't reach it, so he could only pull back and pat his shoulder, saying: "We have time to play and train here every Tuesday."
"Tuesday?"
Modric nodded and said:
"I see."
With that, he turned and left.
Suker looked at the back of Modric's departure, raised his eyebrows slightly, a thoughtful look appeared on his face, and finally showed a sly smile.
End of this chapter