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"Guys! We had a great first half and everything went according to plan."
In the locker room, Olipe clapped and cheered loudly.
Upon hearing Oriche's speech, smiles appeared on the players' faces.
Although the first half was very close and exhausting, the score remained 0-0, and they were still holding on.
"Barkic's few saves were also amazing!" said Mulinar with a smile.
Hearing this, Barkic raised his chin proudly. Seeing the smug look on his face, everyone couldn't help but laugh.
However, Barkic's extraordinary performance gave them a moral boost.
If this guy had kept his usual reputation as a great sieve, he might have conceded a couple of goals in the first half.
But it was all about luck.
"Suker!"
Olipe turned to look at Suker, and the others looked at him too.
"Here!" Suker shouted. His face wasn't red or panting; although there was some sweat, it was almost dry.
Everyone had seen Suker's performance in the first half. As a center forward, he might have expected a pass in the front field and not needed to retreat to help with the defense.
However, it was precisely due to Suker's retreating and helping with defense that they were able to repeatedly disrupt the opponent's attack in midfield and launch counterattacks at the same time.
Suker didn't have a single shot on goal in the entire first half, but a couple of penetrating passes and connections gave them a lot of confidence.
The current players of Mostar Rangers weren't as timid as at the beginning.
After the first half of the game, they even felt they had a chance to win the match.
Of course, it all depended on their 'little' center forward.
—How's the physical fatigue? —Oriche asked with concern.
After all, it was unlikely that Suker could keep up his form after running like he did during the first half of the field.
But Suker raised his thumb and said, "After resting, don't worry about passing it to me, I'm ready to attack their defense!"
Upon hearing this, smiles appeared on everyone's faces again.
Especially Mlinar, who could say that if they wanted to win this game, Suker would have to perform.
Despite how embarrassing it was, they had staked their chances of victory on Suker.
And judging by Suker's current state, it seemed he hadn't expended much energy, which was quite surprising.
—Alright. Olipe nodded vigorously, with a fierce glint in his eyes. He clenched his fists and said loudly: "In the second half, let's show them what we've got!"
At the same time, on the other side, in the locker room, Vansteak was fuming.
"The offense is too slow, the defense is a mess!"
"What happened to the forward insertion of a fourth back? What happened to the wing play?"
"The wings aren't opening enough space, and the midfield is even more chaotic."
"Basterov, I've told you many times, I told you to drop back and receive the ball, stop always staying at the frontline. Your role is to pull the opponent's defensive line and let the wingers in."
Vansteak pointed out angrily, "Look how the opposite center forward is playing!"
Basterov was still in the middle of the "argument" and hadn't come to his senses yet. When he snapped out of it, he saw the head coach Vansteak glaring at him with an angry face.
—Are you distracted while talking about tactics?
Vansteak lowered his voice, giving the impression that he was about to explode.
Basterov hurriedly tried to explain: "Coach, I…"
Vansteak interrupted him with a hand gesture: "Do a good job in the second half, or I'll want to see results."
Hearing the sound of gritted teeth from the other side, Basterov's heart was filled with apprehension, and he could only nod stubbornly.
"In the second half, keep compressing the space for me, don't forget the integrity, attack and defend everything, whether offensive or defensive, you have to stay integral!" Vansteak pointed at his head with irritation and said, "Think with your stupid heads!"
Finally, Vansteak pointed at the center back Pokac: "Don't lose track of the number nine opposite. That little guy will often drop back, follow him when he does and limit him before he touches the ball."
Pokac nodded immediately and said: "Understood."
Bang Bang Bang! Vansteak clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.
"Alright, in the second half, Suker's physical condition will drop significantly, so seize this opportunity and score."
With that, Vansteak finished his halftime comments.
Everyone looked at each other.
Who is Suker?
Modric whispered: "The number nine on the other side is named Suker."
Everyone suddenly realized and then became puzzled.
Did the head coach really know the number nine's name was Suker?
At that moment, Vansteak was standing against the wall, a notebook in hand.
He drew a tactical diagram in his notebook, starting to sketch out some running patterns.
From time to time, he marked the perimeter too.
He stared at the tactical map, and a faint light began to appear in his eyes.
As the patterns in the notebook became more and more disorganized, like graffiti, the ideas in his mind became clearer and clearer.
Ufff ~~~~
Vansteak closed his notebook and exhaled lightly: "Look again!"
Luka Modric was in a state of ecstasy, and despite the problems in the team, he was happy with his friend's performance.
Modric had no real sense of belonging to Mostar Zlinski, so he paid more attention to his friends' performance than the outcome of the match.
Suker's performance during the break was even quite exciting.
His aggressive runs in the first half had put a lot of pressure on them to hold the ball, and he frequently made interceptions and tackles in midfield.
It could be said that Suker became a key point in the first half to disrupt their attack.
And in counterattacks, Suker's passing connections were also very good.
However, the two Mostar Rangers players had very little sense in front of goal to follow up on Suker's passes and failed to score.
If they had a better striker, they probably would've fallen behind by now.
What made Modric even happier was Vansteak's change of tactics.
Modric was introverted and extremely sensitive, and this personality also made him extremely sensitive to changes around him.
He could clearly feel that head coach Vansteak was starting to focus on Suker, especially after a couple of beautiful passes.
But it also made sense.
As the Netherlands' head coach, Vansteak had a completely offensive and defensive tactical style, and it could be said that Suker's performance in the first half fit perfectly with the opponent's aesthetic.
In addition to Suker's height and size, his game was like a cannon crashing into the heart of Vansteak.
He was nervous and pleasantly surprised at the same time.
Currently, Mostar Zlinski had a set of tactics they had been using, the British tactic of using the striker Kosopetch's hammer-like long balls and charges.
Luka Modric would also play as a midfielder in this setup, and his long-range shots could also threaten the opponent's goal.
But Vansteak didn't like such crude tactics and wanted to play with more finesse.
For this reason, he had repeatedly asked substitute pivot Basterov to drop back and assume the role of a false nine, but Basterov didn't understand at all what the coach was talking about, naturally slow with tactics. In short, his head was very stupid and he didn't know how to turn things around.
After repeated attempts, Vansteak was almost losing faith.
And seeing Suker's performance at this moment was like handing a drowning person a straw to save their life.
Although the straw was delicate, it gave Vansteak hope.
Just in the first half, Suker had already tempted Vansteak, and in the second half, as long as Suker didn't make any big mistakes, everything would fall into place.
Thinking about this, Modric couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What's so funny?" Kosopetch turned to look at Modric.
Modric immediately stopped smiling and said gruffly: "Nothing!"
Kosopetch scratched his head and smiled: "Do you have time tonight? I'd like to invite you for dinner at my house."
Kosopetch sent goodwill toward the Croatian talent, who was also Croatian and talented. Kosopetch saw a reason to stay on good terms with him, even though Modric's closed-off personality made him hard to negotiate with.
Indeed, Modric shook his head and said: "I have something tonight."
Kosopetch sighed inwardly: "Alright, we can only plan for the next time."
Modric's lips twisted slightly as he wanted to decline even the next time.
By the time they returned to the bench, the players had switched sides.
The commentator's voice was full of passion.
"After an amazing first half, the score is still 0-0, and the Mostar First Division team has dealt a tough blow to the local giants!"
"Throughout the first half, the Mostar Rangers were excellent, very aggressive, and defended very well, especially their 'little' center forward Suker, who was amazing. We can expect even more from him in the second half!"
The vast majority of the fans at the scene had already remembered Suker.
It's hard not to follow a 155 cm Suker who played such a good match.
After all, the entire first half was seen with Suker running wildly across the field.
There he was, attacking.
Still there, defending.
It's hard not to be impressed by a guy who works so hard, even for his opponents, but it's exhilarating to run that hard.
Of course, for Mostar Zlinski fans, they also thought it was just an accident.
After some adjustments, they would win the game in the second half, and Suker's physical condition must have declined significantly, making it impossible to replicate his first-half performance.
At this point, the second half of the game began with the whistle.
As soon as the game started, Suker directly penetrated into the opponent's defensive line and stayed there.
Pokac saw Suker stop running like he did in the first half, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smug expression.
Let's see you run! You can't run now, right?
End of this chapter