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Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!——
The scene was full of surprises.
Everyone held their heads and looked at the field in disbelief.
Even the fans of Mostar Rangers were stunned.
Against a Premier League team, they scored first?
And watching the whole game, their performance wasn't even that great.
Although the opponent was a completely substituted squad, there was still a huge gap in strength!
Either way, it was a brilliant goal that lifted their morale.
Many even started shouting "win the game," obviously, this goal gave them a big boost of confidence.
And for the fans of Mostar Zlinski, they couldn't accept the goal conceded.
They were upset about the ugly defense of the team.
At this moment, Suker ran toward the fan section.
"Hey! My name is Suker, the legendary Croatian forward Davor. Suk of Sukh!"
"If you think I'm playing well, give me a round of applause!"
Suker shouted happily while turning around to show his back.
The Mostar Zlinski fans looked at the boy in front of them with strange faces. If it had been someone else, they would have sprayed insults long ago.
But they had seen the little one's efforts throughout the game.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that this little guy was the one who contributed the most to this goal, so it wasn't too much to ask for applause.
However, they weren't in the mood to clap, so they treated him as if they didn't see him.
Seeing that the opposing fans were indifferent, Suker could only leave angrily.
"I don't even get a round of applause."
Suker muttered.
Mlinar, struggling to catch his breath, said, "They didn't scold anyone and they've already acknowledged you."
He also admired Suker's courage. If it had been some extreme fans, they would have rushed and hit Suker.
For the fans, this was a sign of provocation.
But either way, they had scored.
Mlinar was in a good mood.
Unexpectedly, they had trouble in the second division, but they had scored first against a Super League team.
It couldn't have been too perfect.
Meanwhile, on the bench of Mostar Zlinski, on the other side, Vansteak put the notebook under his arm.
He looked at the dejected substitutes on the field with a disappointed gaze, turned his head, and whispered, "Modric, Kosopet, get ready to play, it's time to end this farce."
Upon hearing this, the two stood up silently.
At the 75th minute, Mostar Zlinski made a substitution.
The two key players came on, which gave a slight boost to their morale.
Especially after Modric entered the field, the chaotic rhythm swept away, and the ball control and passing in the midfield started to organize.
And from this moment, Suker never received another pass.
He even had to retreat to receive the ball in the midfield, but it still didn't help.
On the other hand, the main forward of the Premier League, Kosopet, was almost demolishing the defense of Mostar Rangers.
With constant long passes from both sides, and Modric's long-range shot from the perimeter, the equalizer was completed in just 10 minutes.
In the 88th minute, a long-range shot from Modric forced a big save from goalkeeper Barkic, and after a free-hand, Kosopet used his strong body to position himself and scored from the back of the net to complete the comeback.
The goal also rejuvenated the Mostar Zlinski fans, who had been depressed and now reanimated.
The fans were happy, but Suker was depressed.
It wasn't about rewards, there was still a chance to play, but who likes to lose?
Suker's character is stubborn, and he refuses to admit defeat.
For this reason, he didn't give up in the final moments, but facing the situation where his teammates were exhausted and couldn't run at all, Suker had no way of changing the outcome.
In the end, he could only lament the defeat.
In the 2002/2003 Bosnia Cup, Mostar Zlinski defeated Mostar Rangers 2-1.
In this game, Mostar Rangers had a brilliant performance.
However, in the second half of the game, there was a physical exhaustion issue, and when Modric and Kosopet entered the field, they delivered a strong blow, completely killing the suspense of the match.
"Ah~~~ I'm tired!"
Suker lay flat on his back on the ground, looking at the white clouds floating in the sky and couldn't help but murmur, "Innocent blue!"
Either way, he had lost and had to accept this conclusion.
He thought he would use this game to give Mostar Zlinski a tough blow and leave a strong impression, so he turned around and joined the past.
But in the end, he still lost.
Lying on the grass, feeling the breeze on his face, Suker silently experienced this moment.
This is the home of the Premier League team of Bosnia and Herzegovina, and he's one step away from becoming part of it.
Yes~~!
Damn!
Suker shook his head, opened his eyes, and was about to get up, only to see a huge face in front of him.
The other person had short yellow hair, wore a training uniform, and his hollow eyes and blue pupils were familiar to Suker.
Vansteak looked down at Suker, the little guy who had run wildly for 90 minutes.
It's hard to imagine how much energy this guy had drained to collapse onto the ground.
At this moment, Suker got up as soon as he slid through the smoke and also recognized the other person.
He didn't know why.
Vansteak looked Suker up and down and said, "After going home, apply ice to your leg muscles first, don't eat too much at night, it's easy to vomit."
After a pause, he added, "Don't forget to stretch, you won't grow if you don't stretch enough."
Suker looked at him confused.
Vansteak nodded; "That's all, see you in a few days!"
"Huh?" Suker was puzzled, but his eyes quickly widened.
"See you in a few days?"
Suker couldn't help but jump up.
"Yes!!"
Vansteak turned his head to look at Suker's bouncing figure and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, "The physical condition is really good!"
And when he turned his head, his face was dark, as if ink could drip from it.
The Bosnia and Herzegovina Cup had ended two weeks ago.
Suker had lived like a year in this time, and the opposing coach had promised "see you in a few days," but there had been no news for the past two weeks.
So how many days will it be?
Suker was extremely anxious in his heart, this was an opportunity to land in the Super League.
There was no reason for Vansteak to joke with him about something like this; there should be a limit to mocking kids, right?
It was also during these two weeks that Suker didn't think about tea or dinner, and waited all day for Vansteak to arrive.
He was even afraid the other party didn't know where he lived, so he ran to the entrance of the "Mostar Zlinski" club whenever he had nothing to do, and if it weren't for the security at the gate, Suker would have wanted to go in and interrogate him.
"What are the managers busy with, it's been a few days, they haven't forgotten about me, right?"
Suker sat on the grass next to Luka Modric.
Looking at Suker's depressed expression, Modric smiled; "It should be soon, lately, there've been some problems."
"Problems?" Suker frowned; "Is it because they're going to fire me from that game, right?"
Although Mostar Zlinski won the Bosnia and Herzegovina Cup, it wasn't a glorious victory, after all, they almost lost it.
If it hadn't been for Modric and Kosopet turning the game around at the end, it could have been a different ending.
As soon as Suker thought about it, he became even more tangled.
Was he about to be fired by his own coach? What's going on with that?
"Almost, but not that bad," Modric said, "The fans' reaction wasn't great, but the club is still supporting the coach, so just wait, it's not too far off."
After a pause, Modric added, "That Russian center forward has left."
Suker's eyes lit up, was this to make room for himself?
Hearing the news, Suker felt a bit reassured.
"Wait, there's no other way."
Suker shook his head and asked, "By the way, how have we been in the league lately?"
Modric looked at Suker with squinted eyes.
You still haven't joined, right!
However, he replied, "One win, one draw, and one loss in the league, we just lost 1-2 to Sarajevo last week."
"Sarajevo again? How do you always lose to them?" Suker smiled.
Mostar Zlinski had been strong in the league, but when they faced Sarajevo, it seemed like they couldn't play.
Modric shrugged: "No way, their tactics have been figured out, our key player is the high school striker Kosopet, but the two center backs of the opponent are 190 cm tall and stronger, Kosopet is difficult to play against them, the two wingers are tactically sacrificed, we can't let the two main wingers exert their strength with Kosopet in mind."
After a pause, Modric added, "So don't worry, the manager will come to you soon, we're too single in tactics and need to change, and you are that change, the training in recent days is also focusing on strengthening wing play and central withdrawal, this is being prepared in advance."
Suker could only nod and ask, "What's your weekly salary?"
—"Mine?" Modric replied, "I'm 1500 marks a week!"
Suker nodded, thinking about it.
He couldn't be on the same level as Modric just by joining, after all, he was a talented player.
Suker didn't have high salary demands, and what he wanted most right now was to play.
A weekly salary of 500 marks was enough.
This money was enough to cover his living expenses, not to mention that Mostar Zlinski seemed to provide food and shelter.
A smile appeared on Suker's face, he no longer had to go hungry and could finally have a full meal.
Next, he just had to wait patiently for the call from Mostar Zlinski.
End of this chapter