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Suker was in the opponent's defense but didn't run as wildly as he did in the first half.
After all, entering the second half, his tactical intentions had also changed.
Suker's card had also been swapped.
The interception and anticipation cards were exchanged, and 'Andre's Scud' and 'Roberts' Dribbling' appeared on the board.
The latter was just that, but the first was a great killer.
Now, Suker's speed had improved significantly, and his combined speed of 87 points was impressive even in the top five major leagues.
This type of speed and explosiveness, combined with Inzaghi's awareness, could simply deliver a devastating blow to the opponent's defense.
Of course, the premise was that Mlinar had to withstand the pressure.
"Boss! Hold on!"
Suker prayed in his heart.
Football is a team sport; you can't be strong on your own; you need others to cooperate.
Mlinar was under a lot of pressure at this moment, but given the physical condition of his teammates in the first half, it was relatively easy to play.
The main reason was that the decline in physical condition had caused the overall pace to begin to slow down.
If the pace is too fast, Mlinar would be in vain.
Of course, the task now was to defend well.
Mlinar was constantly chasing and intercepting, fighting the opponent's backline over and over again.
At this moment, as the tactical system gradually held, Mostar Zlinski was also pushing forward, even pressing near the midfield line at one point.
Suker was a bit anxious, waiting.
At that moment, Mostar Zlinski suddenly made a pass with their feet.
But Basterov, who was supposed to be in the middle of the battle, had just entered the area.
"Damn it!"
Outside the field, Mostar Zlinski's coach, Vansteak, covered his face.
"Stupid as a pig!"
Basterov was also in a hurry to catch up, but after all, he was too late, and by the time he arrived, the ball had already been cleared by the opposing defender, Rosen.
The ball fell to Mostar Rovers' midfielder, Kostoreć, who calmly stopped the ball and passed it to Mlinar in front of him.
Mlinar took the ball forward and immediately looked up.
At that moment, Suker also suddenly tensed his body and immediately made a retreating run.
"Don't try to run!"
Pokacz immediately followed.
He knew very well what would happen if the small forward received the ball.
So, when Suker started, he immediately had to act and not let Suker hold the ball as easily as in the first half.
The two moved at the same time, with Suker retreating and Pokacz following on the defense.
In this way, space was drawn from behind.
Suker saw the gap just as Mlinar did.
After taking a few steps back, Suker immediately turned and kicked the ball hard under his feet.
This sudden change of direction was unexpected, and most importantly, under the powerful explosive power, it shook Pokacz off in one go.
At this moment, Mlinar also passed the ball to the open space.
It was a smart forward run.
"What!"
Pokacz was stunned, and when he wanted to turn around and grab Suker, there was still a shadow of the other side.
Suker's feet were extremely fast, and his two short legs were like Hot Wheels, running forward in a frantic motion.
"Suker, go forward, oh my God!! ——"
The commentator exclaimed, "He's so fast!"
Suker's speed was amazing, and with his foot speed, it gave people a sense of sheer velocity.
In contrast, Pokacz was already three or four positions behind Suker when he turned to chase him.
This is still a joke!
When the central defender of the team, Moriac, saw this scene, he was also surprised in his heart and immediately made up for it.
Both men ran toward the ball at the same time.
Suker was a bit farther, but he was too fast and got closer to the ball.
"Hurry up!! Suker!!"
"Run!!"
"So fast!!"
"Wind hunter!!"
As Suker ran, the fans in the stadium also held their breath.
The passion in their hearts was instantly ignited, and the violent speed was even more thrilling.
"I can't catch up!"
Moriaci sighed inwardly, and could only take a few steps forward before immediately putting his paddle in order to let Suker go.
But at this moment, Suker suddenly lowered his head, his feet were forced again, but he accelerated twice and got even closer.
"That's it!! A solo shot!!"
The commentator jumped up.
Everyone's eyes in the stands opened wide.
Oriche roared with excitement.
Modric clenched his fists.
Kosopetch also opened his mouth in surprise.
Mostar Zlinski and coach Vansteak also watched this scene in astonishment.
Only when Suker entered the area did he have time to look up.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt obstructed under his feet.
In the next second, Suker's whole body turned around directly, falling multiple times.
And the ball was held in the arms of the opposing goalkeeper, Pakovic.
"Yes~~~~~~~!!!"
The commentator cradled his head. "Pakovic's save was very timely, smothering this brilliant one-on-one, it was just too long."
Oripe also cradled his head, his face filled with regret.
Modric couldn't help but sigh.
Even the opposing coach, Vansteak, frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, obviously feeling pity for this brilliant one-on-one opportunity.
Soon, however, Vansteak's heart became even more excited.
Suker's explosiveness and speed had surprised him just now.
This kind of speed was incredibly fast in the absolute sense, even in his own team.
He thought that Suker's ability to focus on interceptions up front, along with his physical condition and passing connections, was what made him good.
But he hadn't expected him to be so effective at making sudden forward runs, using pure speed and explosiveness to tear through defenders.
These were two very different styles, but when combined in one person, Vansteak couldn't help but feel curious.
"Who the hell raised such a monster!"
Mostar Zlinski's main pivot, Kosopetch, was also surprised. "What kind of center is this guy?"
The average player has his own playing style and characteristics.
Kosopetch, for example, used his height and strong body as a battering ram.
He doesn't have the finesse of his feet, but he has enough height and strength to use his headers to score goals in aerial battles up front.
At the same time, his archery skills are also very good.
This is also his greatest characteristic.
But what about Suker?
This guy can pass, catch, run, explode, and has great awareness.
Let's say he's all-terrain; his height and confrontation don't limit him.
Let's say he's not suitable as a pivot, but his role is so obvious.
In one word, he's a disaster!
But because of this, this guy is completely unrestricted.
I'm afraid he'll drop back to catch the ball, and I'm afraid he'll just break through.
If you don't track the defense, this guy will use the pass to connect the attack.
If you follow the defense, this kid can also use the space he creates to directly use his absolute speed to move forward.
How can you prevent this?
Kosopetch, who also plays as a center forward, silently prayed for his substitute defenders.
At this moment, Suker had already gotten back up, showing no frustration at wasting the opportunity. He turned his head, clapped, and said, "Boss, it was beautiful, I'll definitely score next time!"
"Guys, keep it up, we can do this!"
Suker loudly raised the morale, and after this threatening attack, the morale of the Mostar Rangers was lifted even higher.
"Mostar Zlinski is in danger!"
The commentator couldn't help but say.
From the initial unconditional support for Mostar Zlinski to the current hesitation, the commentators' mindset was the same as that of the fans.
The main reason was that the waves of attacks from Suker and Mostar Rangers had given them too much impact.
Even without scoring a goal, the opposition was still under pressure from their defense, and this pressure would eventually take its toll.
And now Mostar Zlinski faced another dilemma.
How do they restrain Suker?
They thought it would be fine as long as they could keep up, but now that this guy turned his head and started running, they couldn't maintain that speed at all.
Mostar Zlinski's defense was in chaos at this point.
"I think coach Vansteak should make some changes, they are going to do so."
The commentator's voice was stifled, and on the camera, he saw Vansteak sitting in the coach's booth, leaning his head over his notebook, writing, without looking up to watch the game, and even revealing a faint look of excitement on his face.
He murmured something under his breath.
At this moment, Vansteak looked at the perfect closed-circuit tactical system in his notebook, which was a system that could fully execute both offensive and defensive tactics.
And in this system, 'Suker' was written in the central position.
Vansteak's eyes lit up, and his face was full of smiles.
The smile was unfamiliar to others, but it was familiar to Modric.
"Big baby! Big baby! Another big baby!"
Modric tilted his head slightly, showing disdain.
The coach was clearly losing control, and Mostar Zlinski's defense was a disaster caused by Suker, with the chaos even spreading to the midfield.
Mlinar's passes and receptions had become more relaxed, and the Mostar Rangers had thrown off the momentum.
"Retreat! Reduce!"
"Keep an eye on him! Don't lose track of Suker!"
"Don't stretch your feet!! Damn it!"
This time, Suker received another pass from Mlinar and cut forward at high speed down the wing.
His push forward was so fast that it was hard for others to keep up with this type of running speed.
And when the fullbacks could barely follow him, intending to limit or intercept, Suker moved the ball to the left.
"Damn it!"
The fullback of Mostar Zlinski, Rovistec, cursed and barely turned, but Suker changed direction again and slid the ball through his legs.
The quick change of direction made the already unstable center of gravity fall to the ground, and he was shaken off.
And Suker entered the penalty area with the ball, facing the defensive posture of the defenders and goalkeeper, he lifted his right foot just as the opponent's center of gravity dropped, and his right foot lightly fell, making a diagonal pass.
In the middle of the large penalty area, there was a big gap at this point, and everyone was drawn to the side by Suker.
Mlinar met the soft pass and advanced with ease.
Whistled!!!
The ball goes into the net.
On 71 minutes, Mostar Rangers scored first.
No. 9 Suker assisted No. 10 Mlinar to score.
Mostar Rangers beat Mostar Zlinjski by 1-0.
End of this chapter