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The arrival of the Croatian talent makes Zlinjski's home games in Mostar a little more lively.

The attendance rate for this game was originally about 600, but in a short period of time the number of people increased to more than 900, almost filling the entire stands.

Most of the residents of the Mostar area came here because of the reputation of the so-called "Croatian genius".

Suker was also driven by curiosity and bought a ticket to watch Modric's debut in the Bosnia and Herzegovina Super League.

The impression of Modric is that he plays tough and runs actively. Although he is thin, he still shoulders the defensive work of the midfield. He is also the core organizer of a team and has extremely strong organizational and scheduling abilities.

But in this first game, Modric's performance was somewhat unsatisfactory.

With the reputation of being a genius, many people expect him to dominate the game and perform better.

But in the 90 minutes of the game, Modric's performance was quite satisfactory, and he occasionally had outstanding performances, but there were also times when he shot wildly.

Generally speaking, it doesn't give people the feeling of a super genius.

In Suker's senses, compared to the clean and clear organization and handling of the ball in the future, Modric's rhythm is more procrastinating now, and he feels a little irritable?

That's right! Just irritable!

Suker didn't know if it was his own problem. Anyway, several of Modric's passes were not so accurate.

Either the ball was passed to an inexplicable position, or it was stuffed too fast for teammates to catch up.

Of course, Modric is still very sensitive in terms of his sense of smell in the neutral position, but his teammates don't want to go together with him.

In this case, Modric failed to score any goals or assists in his debut.

Although Mostar Zlinyiski finally won the game with a goal from high center Kosopech, the whole game was a bit dull.

After the game, Su Ke saw Modric packing his luggage silently, turning around and leaving alone, without leaving with anyone else. He felt a little alone.

The enthusiasm for the Croatian talent dissipated quickly.

For the town of Mostar, they are very interested in new things, but they also forget them quickly.

Starting from the second game in Mostar Zlinjski, the attendance dropped to around 700 people, and in the third game it completely returned to its previous state.

People stopped talking about the so-called Croatian genius and quickly put this matter behind them.

In two weeks, Mostar Wanderers also played two rounds of games.

Suker gained nothing in two games.

The main reason is that he has begun to receive frequent personal interference from the opponent in recent games, and some teams have even begun to send people directly to mark Su Ke.

This is completely star treatment, and it also expresses Suker's threat.

Suk was a little happy about this change, but also helpless.

Fortunately, his performance made others take notice. After all, he is mediocre if he is not envied by others. But on the other hand, it becomes more difficult for him to score goals.

In addition to his consciousness, the current Suk lacks the physical ability to escape confrontation.

After all, the thin body is still the original sin.

For this reason, Suk began to drink milk more desperately to supplement nutrition.

Inside a restaurant in the town of Mostar.

Suk sat at the dining table, holding a huge steak and started gnawing.

The steak was bigger than his head, overflowing with fat, tender and delicious.

Paired with the special sauce and rice, it's a perfect meal.

Suke took a bite of rice and a bite of beef, which was extremely sweet.

The bald goalkeeper Bakchi held his chin and looked at Suk.

He was curious how this small body could stuff all this food into his stomach.

Bah! Bah!

"In the next...game, I will make that chimp look good!"

Suk's mouth was stuffed full of beef and rice, and he muttered angrily.

Bald goalkeeper Bachchi shook his head: "He is not a chimpanzee. His name is Dirac, and his skin is darker. Also, he did not foul you in the whole process, but you just couldn't fight him."

Tons tons tons tons tons.

Suk raised his head and drank the milk in one gulp. He even licked the milk stains at the corners of his mouth clean. He turned his head and looked at Bakchi sideways: "Where are you from? Please go to the other side in the next game and I will cum!"

Then he muttered: "If you concede one less goal, we won't lose."

Bucky was suddenly embarrassed.

In fact, even though Suker was closely watched, he still created a shooting opportunity for them and assisted Mlinar to score the goal and lead the opponent.

But in the second half, Bakchi's buttery hand broke out again, and he took two consecutive shots, allowing the opponent to score with supplementary shots, and was eventually overturned.

"Okay, that's my problem. How about you find another goalkeeper?" Bakci shrugged.

Su Ke was not angry; "With the pitiful salary our team has, who would be willing to come!"

Most of the players of Mostar Wanderers are residents of the town and surrounding villages. They cannot even be called professional players. Although they are recorded on the Football Association's list, they all have their own jobs, and the game is only part-time.

Mlinar is a carpenter and runs a carpentry shop in the town.

Bakchi runs the current restaurant and is a cook, and his soccer skills are the same as his job.

Let’s eat!

Head coach Oripe is a small town physical education teacher and guest coach of the team.

To be honest, Sukdu doubted whether Oripe had a football coaching license. This guy's ideas obviously refuted the current football philosophy.

In football matches that pursue explosive power and transition speed between offense and defense, he always emphasizes the importance of physical fitness, and even believes that physical fitness is the only factor in winning.

This also means that he prefers mules with amazing endurance to fast-running horses.

His tactical philosophy is 'as long as we wear down the opponent physically, victory will belong to us! ’

Su Ke continued to cook the rice and ate the last bit of rice with the beef juice. Then he said with a bitter face, "Forget it, just work hard next season. There is no hope of promotion this season."

Bosnia and Herzegovina's second division league has just started, and currently there are only seven teams competing in three rounds.

For this reason, there are only 18 rounds of games in a season.

It has now reached the 14th round. With only four rounds left in the league, Mostar Rangers has a full 15-point gap with the team with the first place in points. Even if they win all four rounds, the opponent loses all four rounds. , they cannot win the championship and cannot be promoted.

This determines that they will still play in the Bosnian Second Division next season.

"There will be no chance next season. The captain will not play next season." Bakci sighed.

Suk's eyes suddenly widened: "No more kicking? Why?"

Mlinar is the core of their midfield and the only passing key that Suker relies on.

After Mlinar hung up his boots, Mostar Wanderers' offense plummeted. No one passed the ball to him, and he still scored a shitty goal.

"The captain is already 35 years old, what else do you want?" Bakci shook his head and said, "You will lead us to win next season."

"What the hell!" Su Ke scolded directly: "When my contract expires this season, I will run away!"

Bucky was speechless.

However, he believes that Su Ke can really do this kind of thing, and in order to facilitate the movement of players, the contracts of the Bosnia and Herzegovina Second Division are signed once a year. There is no binding force on the players at all. Whether to stay in the team is a matter of spontaneity and emotional strategy.

Once Mlinar stops playing, Sukjin may leave directly.

"Where are you going? Who wants a 150cm center?" Bakchi shook his head.

Su Ke pursed his lips; "Go to Sarajevo and sign a contract with Sarajevo FC first. Anyway, I have scored so many goals for them, and they know that I am useful. The most important thing is that it is a big city, the football coaches are more professional, and they understand me better. value, so..so.”

As he talked, Suk felt a little less confident.

Bacchi had a smile on his face. The entire Bosnian football circle advocates tallness, strength and speed. It is no exaggeration to say that even if Inzaghi loses his halo and fame and moves to Bosnia and Herzegovina, he may not be able to play football.

Su Ke drooped his head, extremely frustrated.

Why is it so difficult to kick a ball?

Through the reflective glass, I looked at my own figure, sitting on the bench, with my legs unable to reach the ground.

Suk is even more frustrated!

Snap!

Suk jumped off the bench, turned around and walked out of the store.

"Hey! Where's the food money?"

Bucky shouted quickly.

Suk turned around and walked into the kitchen, took out two iron basins from the kitchen, and walked out of the restaurant carrying the iron basins.

"Lend me a loan first, I'll go earn some money, and I'll give you money for dinner tonight!"

In April, the weather in Mostar becomes warmer.

Under the sunshine at noon, my body felt warm.

It is the season of recovery for all things, and the tourist season of Mostar is also coming. Every day, it welcomes a group of tourists to visit, boosting the town's economy.

It is during this season that the town becomes obviously more lively.

Mostar is most famous for its ancient bridge.

This is also a city named after a bridge.

The Neretva River passes through the town of Mostar, dividing it into two parts, and connecting the two sides is the famous Old Bridge of Mostar.

The entire ancient bridge is arched, with the highest point reaching a height of 10 meters from the river.

This ancient bridge is the beautiful scenery of the town and the most attractive place for tourists.

Both sides of the ancient bridge are full of tourists. The weather today is very good and cloudless. It is a good day for playing in the water.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Suddenly a harsh sound broke the silence of the town.

The tourists turned to look over, doubts gradually appearing on their wrinkled brows.

I saw a boy who looked to be 13 or 14 years old, banging two iron basins in his hands hard to attract their attention.

When everyone looked at the boy, the boy said two sentences in broken English.

"give me money!"

Then he pointed to the river below the ancient bridge: "Jump!"

Everyone looked at the young man in surprise. His face was immature and his body was a little thin.

They turned their heads again to look at the ancient bridge, which was more than ten meters high. Just looking at it from above made them feel afraid of heights, but this little guy wanted to dive here?

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