Bonus chapters for the first day of the book
And don't forget power stones
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"Go! Go!!"
Suk excitedly shouted.
However, he saw Maslo Kic falling face-first into the dirt, tripped up by a defending player.
Ah~~~~~~!!
Suk rubbed his head in frustration.
It was practically spoon-fed to him, and he still couldn't finish it?
Maslo Kic awkwardly got up, not daring to look at Suk.
This through ball that pierced the defense was simply brilliant; Maslo Kic only needed to guide the ball forward slightly to create a one-on-one situation.
But he messed it up.
However, this pass also caused many people to turn their heads and look at Suk in surprise.
Did this short center-forward of theirs actually have such excellent passing ability?
Not just passing, but also a great overall view of the game.
This was a very remarkable talent.
Even Oripe on the sidelines blinked his eyes and muttered to himself:
"Should I let him play as an attacking midfielder?"
It was impossible for Suk to play as an attacking midfielder.
Not only would the attacking midfielder position not have a place in future football tactics, but it was also far away from the goal.
The current Suk was developing new abilities, focusing on an assisting role based on passing.
But he still wanted to be a game-winning, goal-scoring character.
All the current changes were to compensate for the physical gap, allowing him to better adapt to the professional arena.
When he gets taller, hmph...
Suk's eyes gleamed, feeling that his future was bright.
"Again! Again! Again!"
Suk urged them to continue playing.
Now that he had just found his rhythm and was enjoying the game, he didn't want to be cut off at this moment.
Everyone returned to the game.
And after this one cooperation, the cooperation on Suk's side became smoother.
Modrić was already a talented midfielder; his judgment of the situation on the field was stronger than everyone else here. Even if he didn't play seriously, he still put huge pressure on the defending side.
Mlinar was a little uncomfortable at first, but as Suk and Modrić cooperated, he also followed suit, gradually joining in, even evolving into a scene of three-person linkage.
And when these three completed the passing cooperation, the two wingers and the defense also gradually began to press forward.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
This was the sound of the ball rubbing against the shoes. With each pass, Suk's side chose a one-touch pass, at most two touches.
The whole passing process was extremely smooth.
Even if there was a problem in a certain link, when the ball was passed to Suk, Mlinar, and Modrić, the situation would be instantly calmed down.
The three core players with the ball radiated their influence to the whole team, and at this time, the fangs of the attack gradually revealed.
Suk turned his head and glanced at his teammates and the defense on both sides, and he took the initiative to retreat again.
Seeing Suk's movements, center-back Kobarović, who had experienced it before, immediately chased after him.
At this time, Modrić passed the ball to Suk, and Suk had no intention of stopping the ball at all, passing it back with one touch.
This decisive back pass caught Kobarović, who was rushing over from behind, off guard.
Suk turned his head and glanced at Kobarović, grinning and revealing his white teeth.
For some reason, Kobarović always felt that this smile was a bit hateful.
Modrić had already transferred the ball to the wing, and Suk immediately went over.
Vitolich saw Kobarović sticking to Suk's side and chose to pass the ball back to Modrić.
And Modrić passed it to Suk with one touch, Kobarović immediately pounced forward, Suk passed it back with one touch.
"Why do you always pass it back!"
Kobarović pounced in vain and shouted dissatisfied.
Suk shrugged: "Then don't press up!"
Kobarović curled his lips, not pressing forward, waiting for you to pass a threatening ball?
At this time, Modrić actually passed the ball to Suk again.
Kobarović could not bear it any longer. He suddenly started, this time running with all his strength, wanting to intercept before Suk.
But Suk did not wait in place, but took the initiative to meet the ball and retreat.
Both of them rushed towards the ball at a very fast speed. Looking at the ball in front of him, Suk gently dialed it outwards with the arch of his left foot.
The ball rolled towards the left, and Suk immediately turned around, pulling away from the passing direction.
Kobarović pounced in vain again, and his attention moved with the ball, completely failing to see Suk, who was standing at the same level as him, adjusting with small steps.
In that area on the left, Mlinar came here very smoothly, and his next task was very simple.
Use the space pulled out by Suk to directly insert a through ball.
Sure enough, at the moment Mlinar passed the ball, Suk suddenly started, inserting forward at high speed.
"Did it get penetrated again?"
"Block him!"
The defenders on both sides quickly approached, and the goalkeeper also abandoned the goal and came out, trying to expand the blocking area as much as possible.
In theory, Suk's shooting angle was very harsh.
But... who said you have to shoot?
Suk was inserting forward from the middle towards the left, and at the same time, he attracted all the defensive forces to the left. There was only one full-back in the middle position.
And what Suk had to do next was very simple.
A simple fake shot directly made the opponent fall on their backs, and at the same time, Suk gently stepped on the ball with his right foot, stopping the ball in place, while he continued to kill towards the left, also attracting most of the defensive forces.
But they did not notice Modrić behind Suk.
The two formed a cross-running position. Modrić copied the ball that Suk stopped in place. Facing the goal guarded only by the full-back, Modrić easily hit the lower left corner.
The ball went into the net.
"Wow!!!"
Suk jumped up excitedly when he saw the goal.
At the same time, there were also exclamations from the attacking players.
Even Mlinar was holding his head with a look of disbelief.
Was this really the attack they had played?
It was simply too detailed.
Suk and Modrić, these two guys, had so many consecutive cross-running positions and tentative passes, smoothly passing the ball to the dangerous area.
Of course, Suk's diagonal forward insertion and stepping on the ball were also very imaginative.
And it was also very important that Modrić could read Suk's thoughts.
"These two guys are haunted!"
Oripe still had a shocked expression on his face.
If it weren't for this dilapidated stadium, he would have thought he was watching Arsenal play.
The main thing was that this attack was too smooth. The whole process was almost a one-touch pass, and before the goal, the defensive force was drawn away as much as possible.
Here, Suk and Modrić seemed to have formed some kind of tacit understanding.
The cooperation between these two made the goal so smooth.
"Roten Maschi, you leaked again!"
"It's obviously you who didn't watch him!"
"I've been watching him very closely."
"Then you didn't hold him back!"
The defending side was a little upset, mainly because they were being played like a dog by the other side, and no one was happy.
"Okay, stop arguing, don't forget, we are a team!"
Mlinar came over to smooth things over, and this sentence made them feel much better.
Yes!
They were a team, and if the forward was good, it meant they were also good. Anyway, it wasn't them who were being played in the game.
Soon, everyone began to discuss excitedly.
Mostar Wanderers used to play defensive counterattacks, simple and brutal tactics.
This kind of exquisite tactical cooperation, this kind of gorgeous running position tacit understanding made them feel very comfortable.
Even Modrić was stunned and standing in place.
He carefully felt the previous cooperation.
There were no errors, everyone appeared in the position they should be in, and everyone's running position was a link to promote this goal.
And among them, the short forward named Suk strung everything together.
Very wonderful feeling!
Modrić had not felt this feeling in Mostar Zrinjski Football Club where he played.
You know, that was a Super League team!
Although compared to this amateur football, the intensity was higher, this kind of cooperation could also be used at that level.
The most important thing was the control of the rhythm and the smoothness.
Modrić was silent. Since transferring to Bosnia and Herzegovina, he had not played such smooth football for a long time.
He used to complain that his teammates were pigs, not understanding his running position and passing intentions.
But the cooperation that he couldn't play in the Super League was actually played in an amateur football game where he met for the first time?
Which link went wrong?
Was it his problem or his teammates' problem?
Modrić fell into deep self-doubt.
"Hey! High five!"
At this time, a voice sounded.
Modrić looked down and found Suk raising his hands, smiling and saying: "You are really great, your passing is great."
Modrić's face turned red.
It was obviously this guy who led the attack.
Suk looked at the hooded boy in front of him, whose body was a little stiff, and asked: "Are you feeling unwell? Are you a player? Are you interested in playing football here?"
Suk immediately extended an invitation.
Modrić nodded and shook his head again.
Suk didn't understand.
But Modrić turned around and shook his head, saying: "I'm leaving."
"Leaving?"
Suk hurriedly said: "I haven't played enough yet."
Modrić turned his head and glanced at Suk, suddenly saying; "You should play midfield."
Suk was stunned for a moment. This sentence didn't make sense, but it could be regarded as Modrić's advice to him.
"I have stronger off-ball running ability, but I lack a good midfielder to pass the ball to me." Suk chuckled: "I am the best scorer in the Second Division."
Modrić: "The best scorer in the Second Division can't score a single goal in the Super League."
Suk was stunned. Did this guy know how to chat? I praised you, shouldn't we praise each other?
A trace of displeasure clearly appeared on Suk's face.
Modrić knew that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately said; "Sorry, I didn't mean that, but... that's the truth!"
Suk: "..."
Alas!
Suk sighed, raised his arm and wanted to pat Modrić on the head, but found that he couldn't reach, so he had to settle for second best and patted his shoulder, saying; "Come and play often when you have time, we will train here every Tuesday."
"Tuesday?" Modrić nodded and said; "I know."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Suk looked at Modrić's departing back, his eyebrows slightly raised, a thoughtful look appeared on his face, and finally a knowing smile appeared.