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The attack from Mostar Zlinski launched from the wing, also based on the main Dutch tactic, using the attack and defense system to maximize space on the wing.
After Boame stopped the ball, he didn't rush to pass it but instead controlled the ball at his feet with ease.
Although Vitolić had already closed in front of him, he trusted his own abilities and didn't take the opponent seriously at all.
Vitolić moved his steps carefully, and Boame noticed the cautious appearance of the other player, repeatedly faking him out with strong feints, causing Vitolić's center of gravity to waver as if mocking him.
Just as Boame was filled with confidence and about to break through on the wing, suddenly, loud footsteps were heard behind him.
Before Boame could turn his head, a loud shout came from behind.
— Him!
I saw that Vitolić immediately sprang into action and ran towards Boame.
Boame was also surprised; he hadn't expected this guy to be so decisive.
But just when he wanted to pull the ball away, he noticed someone running diagonally forward.
The yellow and black striped shirt suggested it wasn't his teammate.
In a hurry, Boame passed the ball quickly.
At that moment, Suker stretched his short little leg desperately. Even though the leg was small, it was enough.
Swish!
The ball hit the surface of his foot and rolled into Mostar Rovers' field, where it was controlled by Mlinar at his feet.
"Wow!"
On Mostar Zlinski's bench, the main striker, Kosopetch, straightened his back slightly and let out a surprised shout.
Clearly, the pressure of Suker's interception played a key role.
Modric smiled and nodded, while his eyes stayed on Suker.
I saw Suker get up from the ground, not charging the front field, but running to the side to support.
At this point, most of the attention shifted to Suker, and Mostar Zlinski's defense moved toward the center.
After holding the ball, Mlinar immediately ran forward and passed it ahead while the opposing player was pressing him.
Suker ran to the side, received a pass from Mlinar, stepped on the ball, and then backpedaled, spun 90 degrees, and ran forward, completely ignoring the ball.
Mlinar, also trusting the pass-reception cooperation, shook off the rival defender and collected the ball that Suker had made, pushing it through the middle.
A simple pass coordination, with the two quickly moving forward, surprised the entire defense of Mostar Zlinski.
Mlinar moved through the center while Suker charged down the wing.
The two wingers of Mostar Rangers, Witolić and Masložić, were ahead of them, and the defenders of Mostar Zlinski had no idea who to follow.
"Stop!"
The fullback from Mostar Zlinski, Rowistec, pointed at Mlinar and roared.
Upon hearing this, the midfielders immediately lunged toward him.
It was at this moment that Mlinar passed the ball to the wing.
The ball landed just in front of Suker's wild run.
Rowistec immediately sprinted toward Suker.
But Suker, being closer to the ball, didn't have time to adjust, running slightly around in an arc and sweeping directly down the middle.
The ball cut through the gap between the fullbacks and center-backs of Mostar Zlinski and placed itself perfectly in front of the goal.
"Dangerous!!" —
At that moment, the announcer realized and exclaimed.
Witolić and Masložić rushed in but both missed the opportunity, and the ball slipped away, landing at the feet of the other fullback of Mostar Zlinski, Sterke.
The danger from Mostar Zlinski was avoided.
"Brilliant counterattacks and consistent follow-ups, from entries to counterattacks, with four passes that tore through the defense of Mostar Zlinski, sweeping the ball in front of the goal. It was just a bit of luck, but Mostar Rangers gave us a great counterattack."
The announcer shouted excitedly.
I thought this would be a one-sided game, but I didn't expect Mostar Rangers to be the first to attack, intercepting entries and counterattacks to threaten Mostar Zlinski's goal.
Among them, Suker, wearing the number 9 shirt, played a key role.
Whether it was his interception or the two passes in the counterattack, he was key to connecting the play.
This little bean is no ordinary player!
"Yeah~~~!!!"
At that moment, Suker held his head and groaned.
What a big opportunity, how could it be wasted!
Witolić and Masložić really missed in front of the goal!
However, Suker didn't have much time to complain and quickly turned to join the defense.
Suker continued to retreat to defend while the eyes of the fans, including the opposing players, also looked at Suker.
Especially Vansteak, who watched Suker in disbelief.
In fact, he hadn't expected Suker to perform like this, with a series of passes, avoiding confrontations, and connecting offensive plays.
Trying to avoid weaknesses and expand strengths.
Judging by the opening performance alone, this guy is already quite good.
It was also at this moment that Vansteak's attention began to focus on Suker.
"Active defense while retreating as a center!"
Vansteak nodded slightly, appreciating Suker's movement.
If you change to another head coach, under the current tactical thinking, you would probably think that Suker isn't doing his job— a center who isn't attacking the defense but instead retreats into defense.
However, for the Dutch coach, who advocates full attack and defense, he liked Suker's attitude and his run.
"The fighting spirit is very strong!"
Vansteak nodded again, then frowned slightly, looking at his own dragging attack, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
"What are the fullbacks doing? There's a gap ahead! Get into the front!!"
Vansteak couldn't help but roar.
In fact, his job isn't easy at all, and it's very difficult to implement a new tactic in a new team.
Moreover, Bosnia and Herzegovina's five strong players and three rough guys only know how to fight in midfield; they have no idea what tactical coordination or movement even means.
Telling them tactics is like playing the harp to a cow.
Even now, these guys still don't understand what offensive cohesion is or what it means to cooperate with penetration.
Luckily, Modric's presence made him feel there was hope for reforming the team, otherwise, it would be a real headache.
However, right now, it's a bench lineup, and there's no brain in midfield like Modric on the team, especially under the interference of Suker's wild run. The way these guys play has turned chaotic again.
"Articulation! Cohesion!"
"Come on! What are you afraid of?"
"Get back! Get back!"
"What are you doing standing there? Don't you see the opposing pivot running too? You also run to defend!"
Vansteak's furious roars echoed throughout the crowd.
As the game progressed, they gradually fell behind.
Suker's desperate run and Mostar Rovers' tight bus tactics worked.
Breaking through the opponent's defense again and again, and at the same time using Suker's response in the front field to counterattack, constantly using the wing to impact the opponent's defense.
Although they didn't manage to score, they repeatedly forced Mostar Zlinski's defense into uncomfortable positions.
The back line, which should have been easy to handle, felt embarrassed by the constant pressure, and the players became even more impetuous.
— What a surprise! The commentator saw the game from the stadium and looked at Mostar Zlinski, which had been hammered by the defense again and again.
He never imagined that the game would turn out like this.
Although Mostar Zlinski had also threatened a few times, Mostar Rangers had assaulted their defense as well.
This was not an ideal situation.
What was supposed to be a match dominated by Mostar Zlinski had become a battle where both teams stabbed at each other with knives, seeing who could hold out longer.
This also caused the pace of the game to become chaotic, and the players of Mostar Zlinski, who had been so confident before the match, were now playing with fear.
The defenders, in particular, felt extremely dangerous with Suker's passes.
Why is this little guy so annoying?
"Annoying, that's it!"
Suker was constantly panting, his physical energy running low.
But his plan was to tire himself out by halftime, while also draining the opponent's energy as much as possible.
So far, the execution of the plan had been very smooth.
They'd also had a couple of good counterattacks; the only regret was that they hadn't scored.
But as long as the opponent didn't score, this sense of urgency would remain, and at the same time, it would increase the physical effort of the other team.
After all, when the match became a situation like this, the pressure on Mostar Zlinski was greater.
Even if they managed a draw, Mostar Zlinski would lose face.
There was also the mindset of the other team underestimating their opponents.
Mostar Rangers came prepared, they were well-planned and executing well, which put even more pressure on them.
Suker wiped the sweat from his brow as he ran harder.
— Him!
Suker blocked the opposing defense with a sliding tackle, while Mlinar and Vitolić flanked the opponent and seized the ball without issue.
Suker got up and turned to run again, and just as he was about to run toward the opposing goal, the referee suddenly blew the whistle.
Whistle~~~
The halftime whistle blew.
Suker slowly stopped, his chest heaving violently.
He turned his head to check the time and saw that 45 minutes had passed.
Time flies.
Suker swallowed and sat down on the ground, gasping.
So exhausting!
During the break, Suker barely rested and kept returning to defense, always participating in the defensive plays.
And with Suker's active running and tight defense, they had finally completed the task of the first half.
The score was 0-0 at halftime.
Suker lay on his back on the ground, a smile on his lips.
Finally, the mission was accomplished.
Eh!
I'll show them some color in the second half and they'll see.
After thinking about it, Suker opened his personal panel and used the recovery card.
Including this one, Suker only had two recovery cards left.
But Suker thought that he had to use it when it was really needed, and he had to fight when it was time to fight.
Good things need to be used at the edge of the blade.
The next second, a cold sensation spread throughout his body, and Suker groaned in comfort.
Basterov, the center of Mostar Zlinski, walked toward the players' tunnel.
He seemed a bit frustrated, not very happy with his performance in the first half.
There had been some opportunities, but they hadn't been capitalized on, and they couldn't break the situation for a long time.
Of course, on the attack, the opposing short pivot had also caused them a lot of trouble.
At this moment, he saw Suker lying on his back on the ground, panting like a cow, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smug smile.
This guy went crazy in the first half, and his physical strength was probably depleted.
This self-destructive run can't last.
Let's see how he messes up in the second half.
Basterov exhaled a sigh of relief.
And at this moment, he saw Suker place his hands by his head, slightly straighten his waist, and lift his lower limbs, which turned out to be a tent.
"Hey!"
A standard horse stance stood firm and trotted away.
Basterov: "!!"
End of this chapter