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A diving performance earned Suker a lot, and he didn't have to worry about it for half a month.
As for the impact of the dive, it was almost insignificant.
Although it's not very high, his physical condition is truly good, and he has rarely had a cold or fever since he was a child; he is a very good boy.
Otherwise, during those years of war in Croatia, which was rooted in the Yugoslav Civil War, a sickness almost meant death.
The lives of children in welfare homes were not valued; everything depended on the fate given by heaven.
In the words of the old dean, Suker was the favorite son of God. After all, among his group of children, only a few survived the war.
"Rice money!"
Suker strutted as he slapped the money on the table, turned, and ran before Bakch could speak.
After Suker ran out of the restaurant and disappeared into the alley, Buck Wizard ran out angrily.
"Bastard! Only five marks left!"
Where was there still a trace of Suker in the empty street? Bakchi shook his head helplessly and then couldn't help but smile.
In fact, they still cared a lot for little Suker.
Despite the noise, they knew how difficult it was for a young child to play football here and take care of his life.
Or maybe it was because they had experienced the devastation of war together and had seen too many goodbyes and life-or-death tragedies, so seeing a sunny teenager like Suker seemed to soften the scars on their hearts.
They found stability and comfort in the midst of laughter and scolding.
In fact, many Croats living in Bosnia and Herzegovina fled during that time.
Sooke turned left and right in the alley, as if navigating the intricate path of the alley, and finally arrived at a house on the outskirts of the city.
The small house was about 80 square meters, with white walls and red tiles built along the Neretva River, just like the surrounding houses.
It was clean and tidy outside, but when Suker opened the door, a mix of smoke, alcohol, and the thick smell of armpits hit his face.
As if he had gotten used to this, Suker took a pair of slippers from the tool shelf by the entrance.
These were Sooke's slippers, worn out but still clean.
Suker found something that looked like a football in the plastic box on the floor.
Why say it's like a football? Because it's a completely black fabric ball.
The white leather that had been stuck to the top of the ball had fallen off cleanly, leaving a black fabric barrier, and the whole ball looked soft.
Suker pinched it gently, not daring to squeeze it too hard for fear that the little demolition ball wouldn't be able to withstand it and explode directly.
Feeling that there was enough air, Suker immediately hugged the ball and turned to leave, shouting into the room, "Olipe, I'm going out!"
There was no sound from the room, but Suker didn't mind; he turned around to close the door and left.
After leaving the house, Suker walked about 1,000 meters or so until he reached an open area.
This was an abandoned factory.
During the former Yugoslavia, the region had a long coastline with most of the ports.
At that time, Mostar was also very prosperous and became a transit point for cargo transport.
However, with the disintegration of the former Yugoslavia, Bosnia and Herzegovina became independent, leaving only one port for Bosnia and Herzegovina, and eventually, this transit area was abandoned.
After years of neglect, the entire factory was already covered in weeds, some of which were as tall as Suker.
However, one of the areas was made of concrete, which was relatively flat.
Suker sat on the ground and put on his worn-out slippers, which were almost worn through by nails, then picked up the small demolition ball and walked to the center of the field.
Suker took a deep breath; he hadn't personally felt the power of that red card since the last draw of cards.
[Short pass from Tolister]!
As player number 10 for Sarajevo, Tolister is undoubtedly their star player.
His short passes are penetrating and dangerous.
As a midfielder, Tolister is known for his advances and passes. His dribbling is a powerful weapon to disrupt the opposing defense, and his passes can tear apart the opponent's defense like a knife.
During the Bosnian Premier League broadcast, Suker watched Tolister's match.
At that time, Tolister had become the heart of Sarajevo's advanced passes, scoring with 14 passes from back to front.
Out of those 14 passes, Tolister had eight.
It can be said that Tolister connected the team's attack with his own passes and scored the goal.
And his stability in short passes is a propulsion weapon.
Of course, passing the ball isn't just a matter of passing technique; it also involves awareness.
Although Suker doesn't have Tolister's passing awareness, he has Inzaghi's sense of movement and is extremely sensitive to spaces and dense positioning.
Move the ball to a side with less pressure, take it to a safe place, or use the space to rip the ball apart.
All of these could be Sooke's weapons!
The center doesn't just shoot!
At this stage, when choosing a center forward, due to tactical thinking, teams would choose a forward who is fast, tough, and ruthless.
Of course, there are demonic forwards like Inzaghi, but Ronaldo is the mainstream.
Suker dreams of becoming Ronaldo, but with his current physical condition, he can only choose a path that suits him.
Now, the center forward has to attack the defense; they have to shoot.
But the future center is all about being an all-rounder!
They can shoot, pass, and grab.
When it's tough, you have to be like Drogba and become the ram of the team.
When it's easy, take the initiative to retreat, organize the attack, and divide the ball to both sides.
There's work in the body and work in the feet!
With this in mind, Suker placed the ball in front of him and felt the changes brought by his body.
Since it wasn't a game, Suker couldn't coordinate the pass and ball reception, but there was still a significant difference in the sensation of his foot passing the ball.
The strength, precision, angle, etc., of the ball passes, which were originally blurry areas, seemed to suddenly open up.
At that moment, Suker lifted his right foot and suddenly cut the ball.
It was a cut pass.
The top of the foot sliced the ball, which tightened and rolled forward, spinning violently on the ground.
After flying a certain distance, there was a noticeable slowdown in the friction based on the spin.
This type of pass, combined with a player running forward, could create a TV play, and when the ball is passed, it seems to spin to the player's feet.
After feeling the undercut pass, Suker switched to the other foot.
Tolister is a bipedal monster, can he also become a bipedal monster if he inherits his short pass?
But apparently, Suker was thinking too much, and when he saw the ball flying toward the grass, he had to give up the idea of the bipedal monsters.
Looks like I still need to practice slowly!
Even so, Tolister's short passes gave him a great experience of change.
In the future, he wouldn't need to run left to right to avoid the opponent's confrontation; he could completely retreat to receive his teammates' passes, and when the time came, he could wait for the chance to launch a second attack.
The Mostar Rangers' attack is only launched by Mlinar, which also makes the Mostar Rangers' attacking routine very monotonous and easy for the opponent to read.
But once Suker joins, they can form a secondary attack in the front court.
Even the running position of Suker and Mlinar crossing to interfere more with the opponent's defense, and if used well, it's not impossible to make a double-core kick.
As soon as he thought of this, Suker started practicing more enthusiastically.
For him, it was important to find a suitable path.
However, due to height limitations, he was simply out of reach of the center forward, which also made Suker always seem confused.
This also excited him after seeing Tolister's short pass.
His illusion was based on finding a path that suited him.
Center retrograde organization!
He could even play as a fullback if necessary, because he still had good pace.
A fullback who combines forward attack, pass organization, and interception running to interfere—this type of player is rare now, but will be very popular in the future.
At night, Suker returned to Olipe's house.
The house was dimly lit, and Olipe was sitting in front of the TV, watching a football match intently, as if he hadn't seen Suker.
Sook, on the other hand, went to the bathroom, rinsed briefly, then changed clothes, came out of the room, took four slices of bread and thick slices of ham from the fridge, heated them all up, sprinkled some thick ketchup, and began munching on them one by one.
"What kind of game is this?"
Suker approached Olipe from behind.
Olipe didn't answer: "Arsenal and Liverpool FA Cup."
Suker took another look at the scoreboard and saw that Liverpool had scored first, and the score was 1-0.
—Who scored the goal?
—Suker asked.
Olipe seemed bitter: "Owen, that guy runs too fast!"
At that moment, Owen had just won the 2001 Ballon d'Or, and his aura was flickering, he could be called a superstar.
Whether by ability or performance, he could be called terrifying, and the talent was even more apparent at first glance.
Owen at this moment was powerfully unreal.
The pace was even more terrifying, and with Liverpool's amazing lineup, they kept attacking Arsenal's defense.
However, Arsenal was not pushovers either.
Watching Arsenal play depends on the set, the connection between Henry, Pires, Bergkamp, and the midfield is very good, and the connection between the midfield and the backfield is also very subtle.
That's why Arsenal was able to keep the ball.
Suker watched the match while eating a homemade sandwich.
He trusted Inzaghi's awareness to constantly observe the movement of the game.
Liverpool's impact was violent, but they hadn't been able to break down Arsenal's defense again, which had also led to their extreme physical effort in counterattacks again and again, and at the same time, in the case of passive defense, the pressure had increased drastically and physical consumption expanded even further.
And Arsenal was like a drip at this moment, constantly pushing the attack forward.
"Liverpool is in danger."
Olipe frowned: "Liverpool has the advantage."
As soon as those words fell, Arsenal's midfielder Vieira suddenly made a vicious tackle and brought Owen down with the ball, who hadn't even started yet.
At the same time, Arsenal also began to attack.
If Liverpool's attack was violent aesthetics, Arsenal was a poignant tango.
The ball passed constantly among Arsenal's players, and Bergkamp in particular became the heart of Arsenal's passes in the front court.
All the advances were like a flock of butterflies flying between the flowers, extremely beautiful but extremely dangerous.
Arsenal pressed, Liverpool retreated, and when the danger was realized, Bergkamp had the ball in the box.
Under pressure from the opponent, Bergkamp feigned to shoot and, after fooling the opponent into blocking, turned to the side and hit the ball with his heel.
The ball passed through the crowd and arrived directly in front of Henry.
Henry faced the empty net and easily shot into it.
"Beautiful!"
"Perfect!"
Suker and Olipe were both astonished at the same time.
The whole goal was the highest beauty, and this was Arsène, the Arsenal of Arsène Wenger, a fantastic football club that interprets beautiful football.
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