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". Modric made a long pass and accurately found the advancing Suker! Suker hit the ball with the back of his foot and turned inside, forcing a breakthrough with speed! Raushi! Can't catch up! Oh~~~ this action! This is a It’s a foul move!”

Suker was pushed to the ground from behind by Raushi, but he immediately got up and shouted to his teammates:

"The follow-up was too slow! I had already rushed to the penalty area and couldn't find the passing point!"

Listening to Su Ke's roar, Laoxi on the side almost vomited blood.

Are you so damn slow in transitioning between offense and defense?

They tried their best to fight back and almost missed.

besides!

Why do you always want to shovel him!

December 19th, the 20th round of the league, Slaven Berupo VS Dinamo Zagreb.

Since entering the 19th round, Dinamo Zagreb's style has changed.

They played more aggressively and at a faster pace.

In the past, it relied on Su Ke's single breakthrough from the wing, but now it is a quick counterattack as a whole.

When defending, both wingers retreated very deep.

Although there will be some problems in the process, Dinamo Salaghb's counterattack speed is too fast, and they will be thrown away as long as they are not careful.

These guys are all very capable of running away.

Off the court, Davor Suker watched a group of young people actively return to defense.

There was deep regret in his eyes.

Why was he so ambiguous about what he wanted to say in the first place.

These little guys take it seriously!

But at the same time as he had a headache, Dawo Suk also had a faint feeling of expectation mixed with it.

The overall playing style of these guys has begun to break away from the slow pace of Croatia and has begun to develop towards the fast pace of Europe.

In terms of style alone, the overall style is more like the Premier League.

The transition between offense and defense is very fast, and it feels like everyone is dying when they rush in.

As long as the error rate in counterattacks is reduced, with the potential of these little guys, there is really no telling.

At this time, in the field, Modric suddenly lifted his foot and swung towards the penalty area.

Slaven Belupo's penalty area.

"this is mine!"

Mandzukic's face was ferocious, like a demon. He roared angrily, and even though his jersey was being pulled, he still hit the ball and returned it to the penalty area line.

At the same time, Suk suddenly appeared from the side and rubbed the ball hard.

The ball stayed close to the ground, passed between the two defenders, and entered the near goal in an arc.

"pretty!"

Dawo Suk couldn't help but admire loudly.

This attack scored cleanly and neatly, with the style of the five major leagues.

If it were the past, Su Ke would definitely take a step forward, adjust before choosing to hit the goal.

But this slows down the pace.

But now, Su Ke hits the door directly.

Slavin Belupo was not given a chance to react at all.

During the game, Su Ke slapped his chest hard.

"Finally got the fuck out!"

Suk was also a little depressed.

From the beginning of training, they have been taking the initiative to speed up the pace.

They need to adapt to the faster pace, faster passing and frequency of scoring.

And in the trial and error and training, although I have some experience, the error rate is still a bit high.

Now, their goal is to reduce their turnover rate.

"Pullback! Pullback!"

Suk waved his hands and commanded loudly.

Slaven Belupo's players looked at these motivated guys. If they didn't look at the score, they would think you were the one lagging behind.

Rausch turned to look at his own defender Bozic.

"How the hell do you kick this?"

Raushi has been put out of mind by Su Ke.

It cannot be restricted in itself!

Now after Dinamo Zagreb picked up the pace, they were even more dizzy.

These guys, once they charge, they are like jackals, tigers and leopards.

Even though they may look like a group of young people, it would be difficult to fight against them.

These guys are really playing hard!

Bozic had no choice but to rely on this home game to stabilize the rhythm.

But who would have thought that these little guys from Dinamo Zagreb seemed to have taken gunpowder, each one choking more than the other!

The game begins again!

When Slaven Berupo passed back, the guys from Dinamo Zagreb started to attack again.

"Again?!"

Bozic felt a huge headache.

Seeing Suk and others rushing toward him in front of him, he stepped forward in panic.

The ball crossed half-court.

Slaven Belupo's center Krsnoč stood at the spot and tried to stabilize the ball.

But the next second, his vision turned black.

A figure shot out from the side and pushed the ball away from the air.

"Vukojevich! Well done!"

Vukojevic's wonderful header interception won the ball.

After landing, Vukojevic immediately moved forward without stopping.

"Fight back! Fight back!"

Slaven Berupo's defenders were on edge.

Looking at the rows of blue waves rushing towards them in front of them, they were trembling in their hearts.

"Hold on!"

"Winima!"

Mandzukic received Modric's turn, he forced Bozic to turn around, and finished the shot in a daze.

boom!

Goalkeeper Slaven Berupo struggled to save and he headed the ball to the left.

"Get rid of it! Control the landing point!"

the goalkeeper shouted hurriedly.

But the next second, he saw Su Ke suddenly appear in front of the ball.

"Damn it!"

The goalkeeper's pupils narrowed.

Suk stabbed directly with his toe.

The ball quickly went in between the fallen goalkeeper and the goal post.

"Goal!! Two goals in a row!! In just five minutes, Dinamo Zagreb scored two goals! They played so proactively and their performance was so wonderful! God! This Zagreb team scored two goals! Dinamo Greb amazes me, they don’t even allow the ball to fall to them, they press so hard!”

Slaven Belupo's home ground was silent.

The fans are numb.

Can't grab the ball!

Can't control the ball!

He counterattacked and was kicked accurately by the opponent!

How to kick this?

Dinamo Zagreb head coach Besic kept clapping and shouting from the sidelines.

"That's right, just kick like this. You must take the initiative! Disrupt the opponent's rhythm!" Besic kept waving his arms: "Up, up, up!"

When Besic returned to his seat and sat down, drinking water to moisten his mouth, Davor Suker said: "You are learning how to play football like the Dutch!"

"Almost! But the specifics are different!" Besic nodded generously; "The wingers will retreat, but the center will not retreat. Of course, the instruction I gave them is that someone must stand in the forward position, no matter what Whether it’s Mario or Su Ke, as long as one of them is in the frontcourt!”

Besic breathed out.

"I studied it all night and realized that if we really want to play in the Champions League, the usual tactics don't apply at all!"

"Positional warfare! Half-court defense! Deep-lying organization! British-style long passes. The teams in the five major leagues have already mastered these things."

"There is no possibility of winning against them if we fight head-on in this regard!"

After a pause, Besic smiled and said: "So, I went to watch the Ajax game and I wanted to know how they did it."

Davor Suker: "Then you discovered that high-post pressing can disrupt the opponent's defense and put the defenses of those five major league teams into panic!"

"That's right!"

Besic nodded vigorously.

"It just so happens that Suker and Modric are our core players in the front and backcourt, and coincidentally, when they played in Bosnia and Herzegovina, their head coach was a Dutchman. They have played high-post pressing and are very familiar with it!"

"With the two of them as the core, we will drive the pressing rhythm of the entire field!"

Besic pointed to the court: "This is the result!"

Davor Suker grinned; "You should thank that Dutch coach."

In the arena, everyone yelled non-stop.

"Come on!!! Guys!!"

"Up, up, up!"

"Surround him!!"

"Fuck him!!!"

Under the sunshine, the teenagers were sweating.

Their eyes burned with hot fire.

They try their best to hit that bright future!

"Ah!!! My legs are going to be useless!"

"I'm so exhausted! I'm still nauseous and want to vomit!"

"I rushed too hard! My head hurts!"

At the end of the game, everyone was stumbling around in the locker room.

Su Ke stood in the middle with his hands on his waist and cursed angrily:

"It's useless, they all look good! We ran so vigorously in the first half, but we couldn't do anything in the second half! We were hit twice in a row. If I hadn't been awesome and scored the winning goal, we would have His winning streak was ended!”

Srna's face turned pale and his lips turned blue.

"Are you a monster? How could you charge so hard in the second half!"

Duimovic held the trash can and pointed at Modric and said: "Luka too, he has been running, aren't you tired?"

Modric took a sip of his energy drink and wrote lightly, "I've run up to 11 kilometers in a game."

Modric pointed at Suker: "He's fifteen kilometers away!"

Srna fell headlong.

Duimovich buried his head in the trash can.

You can't afford to mess with these two big guys!

Su Ke scolded; "After this game, we will enter the winter break. We will stay on the team for more than a month to train for physical fitness!"

"I'm going home for the holidays." Duimovich whispered.

Su Ke turned his head indifferently.

"You still want to play in the Champions League? You can't bear this little hardship. How about playing in the Champions League! Go home, take a shower, and dream!"

Duimovich scratched his head.

Srna on the side raised his hand: "I will stay on the team! I will work on my physical fitness during the winter break. If you want to gain something, you must pay first."

Mandzukic: "I will also stay in the team. I will practice physical fitness with Suker. If anyone wants to leave, they can leave!"

Duimovich: "I won't leave! Isn't it okay if I don't leave? Practice! Practice to death!"

Modric; "Add me one!"

Planic; "I'll stay too!"

Vukojevich was embarrassed; "I may have to go back during the holidays."

Su Ke turned around: "Go back, it's okay, be careful on the road!"

Vukojevic’s situation is special.

His parents went out to work, and during the holidays, his younger siblings were left unattended and he needed to go home to take care of them.

Vukojevich said frustratedly: "Sorry!"

Suk patted Vukojevic on the shoulder in relief.

Duimovich immediately jumped out: "Why can he leave?"

Su Ke looked disgusted; "At least he won't hold the trash can and vomit non-stop."

Duimovich; "."

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