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Luka Modric arrived at the field as promised, but on the edge of the crowd, in a relatively small position.
He doesn't like that kind of chaotic place, and the view here is a better way to see the entire stadium in action.
As for Suker's offer, Modric felt compelled to fulfill it.
Suker is the only friend Modric has in Bosnia and Herzegovina, and his shy and proud personality makes it difficult for him to fit in with his surroundings and team.
He is not sociable, cannot express himself well, and does not take the initiative to speak.
Of course, there's also some pride in the work, thinking that the entire league in Bosnia and Herzegovina is terrible, with outdated tactics and poor-quality players.
For this reason, Suker, the person with whom Modric has formed a good tacit understanding and cooperation, is a character Modric considers a "friend" from the bottom of his heart.
At that moment, the players of both teams were already standing in their respective halves, with the Mostar Rangers leading.
Suker was in the center circle with Mlinar.
There were no changes to the kickoff rules at this time, which stipulate that after the kickoff, the ball must roll forward for a week into the opponent's field and then be passed back.
And this operation must be performed by two people simultaneously.
After the new kickoff rules in 2016, there was no such requirement, and it eventually became a center forward who went alone in the center circle.
Modric looked at Suker, who was stepping on the ball in the center circle, waiting for the kickoff, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Luka Modric's physicality was already scarce in Bosnia and Herzegovina, while Suker was completely at the level of a small child, almost forming a visual gap with the players around him.
In the Premier League of Bosnia-Herzegovina, Modric played hard due to physical reasons.
He was curious about how Suker, who was physically weaker than him, managed to solve this problem.
At that moment, with the referee's whistle, the game officially began.
Suker gently kicked the ball diagonally forward, and Mlinar immediately passed it back.
The two ran one after the other.
Suker headed straight for the opponent's goal line, while Mlinar moved back to respond.
As soon as Suker reached the opponent's goal line, Unovic immediately placed him.
The guy clung to Suker, pushing with his body and laughing at the side.
Suker turned his head and looked at the other side with disgust. "What's wrong with this guy?"
Suker didn't stop and began to run.
Once Suker started running, he didn't stop.
The continuous curves ran back and forth, though not at a fast speed, but better without interruption.
At first, Unovic was able to keep up with him, but soon he shifted to the defensive zone of another central defender and had to return to his own zone to be marked by another central defender, Matt.
Meanwhile, the Mostar Rangers were patiently shifting the ball.
Modric watched the match from the sidelines, nodding slightly.
Rhythmically correct.
As for Suker's side, it was similar to what Modric thought, using running to solve the weakness of poor physical confrontation.
Modric felt a little happy in his heart and thought that the two of them wanted to be together again.
That's how he solved it.
But then came the point.
At this moment, the ball passed to Mlinar's feet, and Suker was still running sideways, but at a faster pace.
In the next second, he suddenly turned 90 degrees to insert himself forward.
The forward pass exploded quickly and shook Unovic's defense in an instant, but unfortunately, Suker ran off course, and the ball was not passed.
Suker shook his head and withdrew, his expression pale and expressionless.
On the other side, Modric outside the field hit the isolation post.
"Why didn't you pass it!"
Modric gritted his teeth and whispered.
His tone was full of regret.
The entire defense had been pushed to the left flank, and Suker was running sideways while advancing at a 90-degree angle.
At this moment, the whole body of the central defender was angled in the direction of Suker's forward insertion, and it was clear that a through pass could come directly and hit the central defender's backside, forming a one-on-one situation.
If the pass were replaced by himself, Suker wouldn't have to stay empty this time with a smart insertion forward.
But soon, it became clear to Modric that this wasn't an isolated case.
Suker's advanced awareness was so sharp that it felt terrifying.
After moving away from the goal line, he shook off the central defenders and immediately ran toward the space.
There were even a few times when Modric didn't react, and it wasn't until Suker escaped that he realized it.
"This guy," Modric blinked, a hint of surprise in his eyes and a flash of light.
He couldn't help but think of his own embarrassment at the club.
At Mostar Zlinisky, it was always others who couldn't keep up with his own way of thinking, and now he realized that he couldn't keep up with Suker's awareness.
"He's coming!"
Modric whispered, clenched his fists, and exerted effort throughout his body as if he were passing the ball.
But soon, he saw Suker suddenly slow down as he was running.
"Little!"
Modric hugged his head.
"What a waste of such a wonderful way of shaking off the forward insertion! Are you going to pass the ball?"
Modric suddenly felt that Mlinar was also a fool!
In the midst of the game, the waves of attacks from the Mostar Rangers made Leotar's defense extremely passive.
But they kept persevering with good discipline.
Unovic stared at Suker with slightly red eyes.
In this game, he still couldn't fully cope with the small man jumping up and down in front of him.
Flexibility is one thing, but it's more about Suker's choice to step forward that makes it hard to keep up with the rhythm.
Fortunately, the quality of the passes from the Mostar Rangers couldn't keep up with Suker's forward runs, which prevented Suker from performing at 100%.
However, there was no trace of dissatisfaction on Suker's face, and he was still so focused.
"The ball from Mlinar is getting tough!"
Compared to others, Suker knew his teammates better.
He knew that Mlinar's pass quality wouldn't be so poor, and the reason for the drop in quality was largely due to the defensive pressure from the opponent.
In other words, Mlinar was under too much pressure to release the ball.
Indeed, the moment Mlinar received the ball, Leotar made two players pinch him immediately from left and right.
Faced with such a change, Mlinar was also a bit nervous.
He looked left and right and saw that there was no passing angle, and when he looked ahead, Suker had already started to retreat and extended his index finger, which dropped to the ground, pointing to a pass.
Mlinar passed forward decisively.
Suker took the initiative to retreat to receive the ball, gently touched the ball with his right foot, and simultaneously circled the ball with his left foot while his left shoulder dropped, pretending to push through from the left.
Unovic, who was following the defense, followed to the left.
But in the next second, Suker marked the ball to the right, and when his center of gravity was not stable enough, Unovic quickly retreated and stretched his leg toward the right side, either touching the ball or turning to Suker, just to destroy the opponent's attack.
But at this moment, Suker, who had turned, stepped on the ball and made a sudden stop.
Unovic, who was bulky, slowly fell backward with his feet in the shape of a 7 due to his unstable center of gravity.
"Beautiful!"
Modric couldn't help but softly cheer.
It's great to shake off this continuous fake and dodge the opponent's violent fouls and, most importantly, shake off the opponent.
The moment Unovic fell, Suker leisurely distributed the ball to the right.
At this moment, everyone's attention was on Suker, and Mlinar was ahead of him.
Mlinar picked up the ball from Suker's side and ran wildly, pulling the defense diagonally from left to right.
Suker, on the other hand, was a step behind and followed straight ahead.
As the defense leaned toward Mlinar, Mlinar separated further to the Maslozic wing.
Maslozic met the ball and didn't stop it but directly moved toward the center.
It was an inverted triangle pass that reached just in front of Suker, who was completely open.
Suker gently pushed the ball forward.
At that moment, the opposing goalkeeper had already made a move and ran toward Suker.
Suker faked a pass to the left, inducing the goalkeeper's center of gravity to shift to the left, but in the next second, Suker pushed the ball to the right with his toes.
The ball flew past the goalkeeper's left ankle and quickly slid into the center of the net.
At the 21st minute, Mostar Rangers scored first.
It was a goal that calmed the field.
The residents of Mostar Town looked at the field with wide eyes, and this fluid cooperation, this wonderful goal, was really scored by Mostar Rangers?
Not only the Mostar team, but even the opposing coaches were left with their mouths wide open.
With this kind of fluid attacking combination, is this still the same Mostar Rangers team that could only play with simple attacking tactics?
The most important thing is that little man, number 9.
This guy… even started passing the ball!
Wooooooooow!
The fans in the stands erupted in cheers.
Although there were just over 100 people, it was much livelier than usual.
They applauded the beautiful goal.
Cheers for this fluid cooperation.
When Mlinar was surrounded, they thought they were going to give in again.
However, Mlinar passed the ball forward, and Suker's continuous backshakes and his spinning feints shook off the rival central defender Unovic and handed the ball to Mlinar at the front.
From this moment on, the offensive thinking of the Mostar Rangers became very clear.
Mlinar cut from left to right to attract the defense.
At the same time, the side split again to attract even more of the opponent's attention.
Masnozić wasn't greedy either, with an inverted triangle pass to Suker, who followed behind.
And Suker's shot was brilliant.
It can be said that it was a very perfect goal combination, so perfect that even Suker and others couldn't believe it.
"Well done!"
Oripe raised his hands at the sidelines and shouted excitedly.
"Beautiful! Beautiful! It's so beautiful!"
It's not just the goal, it's the beautiful combination itself, and it's a goal that's pleasing to the eye.
This can be said to give Oripe great psychological satisfaction as an Arsenal fan.
His team can also play the same beautiful football that the professor trained Arsenal to play.
Of course, there's a bit of luck involved.
But whatever!
It was a truly beautiful goal, undoubtedly one of the best of the season.
On the other side, Leotar was already stunned by this brilliant goal.
End of this chapter