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The entire stadium was in chaos, and Su Ke felt that this was the real Devil's home court.

Scold the opponent, the home team, the referee, whoever you catch!

The energy of this group of fans is so high that they haven't shut up from the beginning to now.

Suker shook his head. He no longer paid attention to these off-field problems. He wanted to concentrate on playing the game.

It's still the same old routine, waiting for the opportunity to move forward.

Therefore, Su Ke waits in the back line, always ready to sprint.

After seeing Modric holding the ball, Suker and Modric looked at each other, and the tacit understanding between the two came.

Modric made a direct long pass.

Suk ran wildly.

Uh-huh! !

Su Ke's startup speed was very fast, almost astonishingly fast.

Zakawicz had just finished scolding the fans, and when he turned around, Suk was gone!

"Oops!"

Zakawicz immediately turned around and ran to catch up.

But his speed could not keep up with Su Ke. Fortunately, Su Ke had some problems when stopping the ball. The ball did not stop forward, but stopped laterally and inward within about two meters.

This required Su Ke to run sideways immediately, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Zakavic knocked Su Ke down.

Suk was directly hit by Zakawicz and rolled sideways.

The impact was so hard that the whole arm seemed to be shaking, and it felt like it was broken.

"That's so damn good!"

Su Ke's face was grim with pain. He got up from the ground and moved his arm, but there was no problem of dislocation.

If it was dislocated, he would have to use a recovery card.

Since this was a half-goal, the referee did not call a foul.

Su Ke could only admit it.

Zakavi looked at Suk who was getting up, grinned and said: "Welcome to the meat grinder!"

The Bosnian Premier League is also known as the meat grinder, and this ‘bloody derby’ is even more barbaric.

However, Suk did not compromise. Instead, he tried again and again and was knocked over again and again.

Faced with this fierce physical confrontation, Su Ke was at a huge disadvantage.

But Suk just gritted his teeth and rushed forward with a scream. Then he was knocked over, got up and continued to rush. Anyway, it was just one word.

Dry!

Vansteyak watched Su Ke wrestling with the opponent like a muscle, rubbing his eyebrows and shaking his head repeatedly.

"What a stubborn donkey!"

Not only Suker, Modric was also violated from time to time.

Even in terms of the number of fouls, it is several times more than Suker.

At 15 minutes, Modric was tackled by the opponent's defensive player with the ball.

Modric said nothing, endured the pain and stood up, craning his neck and looking at the guy who knocked him over, his eyes full of anger.

Modric turned around and claimed the ball.

After receiving the ball, Modric pulled the ball under his feet and tilted his left shoulder, pretending to break through from the left.

When he felt that the opponent's center of gravity had deviated, Modric adjusted his feet, moved his outer instep horizontally, and turned in the opposite direction.

It could have been a direct breakthrough, but Modric paused for a moment, and when the opponent caught up, he gently pulled the ball horizontally under his feet.

The ball passed under the opponent's crotch, and Modric came to the other side. This was a set of moves that humiliated the opponent.

Modric also has a temper!

But it didn't end well and he got knocked over again.

But Modric still stood up stiffly. If you bump into me once, I will tease you once.

The two seemed to be at odds.

Van Steyak looked at Modric and rubbed his eyebrows again. Suker alone was enough to give him a headache, but he didn't expect that the Croatian genius was also like this.

One is a stubborn donkey!

The other is a silent stubborn donkey!

Finally, Van Stryak could stand it no longer.

"Pass the ball! If you want to play wrestling, I'll let you have fun when you get back!" Van Steyak roared towards the court; "Pass the ball! Pass the ball!"

Under the angry voice of Van Steyak, Suker and Modric came to their senses.

They were still unconvinced, but looking at the head coach's angry look, they understood their priorities.

Immediately, Modric no longer lingered on the ball and humiliated the opponent, and began to use continuous passing and receiving to connect the court.

Suk stopped wrestling here and started running around frequently.

Seeing Suk wandering around in front of him, Zakawicz also looked irritated.

At this time, Suker suddenly retreated to receive Modric's pass.

Zakavic just passed by, and Suker gave the ball to Biriyar on the right.

Biriyar stopped the ball and looked up, looking towards the far end.

The full-back subconsciously follows up. On the one hand, he can intercept, and on the other hand, he can prevent the opponent's long pass.

Biriyar's eyes were still looking towards the far end, but his feet suddenly kicked forward.

This kick is very powerful, but it doesn't look like a start, but a pass.

Uh-huh!

At this time, a figure suddenly flew forward behind the Banja Luka full-back.

Suker advanced diagonally through the gap between the full-back and center back, picked up the ball and ran towards the baseline.

The Manyaluka Warriors' full-back had to abandon Biriyal and rush towards Suker.

Biriyar took advantage of the trend and moved inwards. At the same time, Boamé on the left quickly followed up.

Modric also followed up to the top of the arc.

Suker stopped the ball at the baseline, followed by the full-back chasing him.

Before the opponent arrived, Su Ke rushed towards the penalty area again.

Suker was very close to the baseline, so the full-back of the Banja Luka Warriors wanted to destroy the ball.

Extend your foot directly forward to press.

But Su Ke pushed the ball horizontally with his right foot, pushed his left foot forward slightly, almost touching the baseline, and slipped through the gap.

A very exciting fried meatball!

"pretty!"

In the coaching bench, Van Steyak clapped and cheered.

At this time, Su Ke had already passed the opponent's full-back, and before the other central defender arrived, he directly pushed the ball towards the center.

While stuffing the ball, Su Ke yelled.

"Missed the ball!"

Biriyar and Zakavich moved forward closely. After hearing Suk's words, Biriyar subconsciously crossed over.

The ball just passed under their crotches.

Boamé, who was in the back position and completely unguarded, looked at the empty goal, turned the arch of his foot, and easily completed the goal.

"Goal!!!!!!——"

"Mostar Zlinyiski's No. 21 winger Boamei received Suker's pass in front of the goal and completed the goal."

“He helped Mostar Zlinyiski score the first goal in this game!”

"Mostar Zlinyiski's performance in this game is still outstanding. They showed great vitality under their new tactics!"

"No. 99 center Su Ke, this little center also constantly surprises us."

"In the last round, against the Sarajevo Railway Workers, he performed very well in the second half, and Suker, who started this game, also relied on his flexible footwork to help the team open up the opponent's defense. , and sent an assist!"

"I think many fans were worried before the game: Will Mostar Zlinjski still have enough impact without Kosopech?"

"Suk told everyone with his performance, yes! Their impact is still the same! This is HSK! A team that is good at defense, but also has strong offensive capabilities."

Suk ran towards Boamei and hung on Boamei.

Boamé was a little uncomfortable, but after all, he was the one who assisted him. He did not refuse and let Su Ke hang on him.

Suk rode on Boamei's back and waved his arms vigorously.

"Swear! Keep scolding! Bitch!"

"You bitches, everything from their appearance to their bone marrow to their cells and genes exudes the word 'bitch'!"

Suk cursed in the stands.

Boamé wanted to celebrate, but seeing the murderous looks in the fans' eyes in the stands, he quickly ran away with Su Ke on his back.

But Su Ke still refused to give in, turned around and continued to spray wildly.

In the end, Modric couldn't stand it anymore and ran over to cover Suker's mouth.

Woo woo woo.

Suker's face was filled with relief after venting his anger. He gestured towards Modric to indicate that he would no longer curse.

When Modric let go, Suker smiled happily.

Boamei frowned; "You scolded me too harshly."

Suk turned his head and said, "Does it sound good to you?"

Boame was silent.

It’s really cool!

Su Ke waved his hand: "Why are you hiding and hiding? Those stupid pigs just deserve to be scolded."

In the commentary box, Basodachi looked at Su Ke provoking the fans and said: "Su Ke is provoking the fans. It seems that there has been something unpleasant between them. For the players of the Banja Luka Warriors, They're going to be left behind."

He didn't mention much about the fans. After all, as an old commentator, he knew exactly what these fans were like.

The Banja Luka soldiers all looked a little aggrieved.

This loss of the ball came so unexpectedly. They were still testing according to the normal rhythm, but Mostar Zlinyiski suddenly attacked. After a change of rhythm, the continuous cooperation in the frontcourt was actually penetrated by them.

Especially Zakawicz, he felt itching with hatred as he watched Su Ke running back and forth.

This guy runs too frequently. It's not like he's following him, it's not like he's not following him. Even if he is following him, he might not even be able to keep up.

Zakawicz is extremely passive.

"Zakavich, you idiot, you can't even guard against that dwarf, you are a piece of shit!"

"Stupid pig! Go back to your hometown, don't embarrass yourself here!"

"You are a disgrace to the Banja Luka warriors!"

Listening to the roar of curses in the stands, Zakawicz felt veins popping up on his forehead. He turned his head and said angrily: "A bunch of bitches!"

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