"That guy is definitely a professional and at a very high level."

Mlinar leaned over and said as he looked at the back of Modric leaving.

Su Ke turned his head and smiled, "What do you say?" ”

"Can't keep up at all!"

Mlinar shook his head; "He's very clear about his passing, which he has developed over the years, and he's very quick and rarely looks down when he handles the ball, and he's watching the whole thing."

'I've observed, he's made eight observations in the gaps between receiving and passing.

Su Ke was surprised: "Do you still have the time to watch these?" ”

"No way!" Mlinar shrugged: "My head can't keep up with the rhythm, so I can only play football without my head. ”

Suke said with a smile and a thumbs up; "That's a good idea."

Mlinar asked in the direction of the entrance to the stadium; "Do you know who that guy is?"

Suke smiled; "It's a good guess."

"Do you really know?" Mlinar was surprised.

Sooke shook his head; "You're so slow, there's only so many people in the whole town of Mostar, and there are even fewer young people, there are only two of these young people who can kick the ball like that!"

"Which two?" Mlinar is very face-saving.

Suke snapped his fingers; "One is the Croatian talent who currently plays for Mostar Zlinjski..."

Mlinar replied: "Luka. Modric? Not... I've watched him play, but his talent is enviable, and one more? ”

Suke pointed to himself.

Mlinar tilted his head: "What do you mean?" ”

Su Ke was angry: "Me! And the other one is me! ”

Mlinar was stunned.

Su Ke rolled his eyes at this guy angrily, but he didn't expect this guy to burst out...

"You say he's Modric?"

Suke's eyes widened, was that the point?

Shouldn't you boast about me?

I saw Mlinar touching his chin and thinking thoughtfully: "I'll just say, his ability is already beyond this level, if he was serious, he would have overturned us a long time ago." ”

"Hey!" Suke waved his hand; "I'm doing very well!"

Mlinar ignored it and continued to sigh; "It's so comfortable to play with him, it doesn't feel like you have to think about it."

Su Ke didn't want to speak, and turned around and left.

......

On the other side, Modric has returned to the club's dormitory.

Removed the hood sportswear, his hair was soft and sticking to his scalp, and his body was sweating slightly.

Although it is a little sticky, it is more of a feeling of inner comfort.

Yes!

He played a very comfortable football game.

Although it was a six-a-side system, the overall cooperation made him feel happy for a long time.

It's something that can't be given to him at the club.

Despite his efforts to play this kind of football at the club, it has always been difficult to achieve.

He didn't know where the problem was.

However, this experience shook him a little...

Maybe he really should make some changes.

Arriving at the desk, Modric picked up the pen and paper and began to write hard, perhaps because of the excitement in his heart, the pen in his hand became so fast that it seemed to be dancing on the paper.

"Dear teacher, in the last letter I said that in the team's predicament, I don't understand why they can't read my thoughts and intentions, which makes us miss chances, and the games I was looking forward to have become worse, I have complained about my teammates, I have questioned the manager, but today, I realize that maybe it is not like this..."

Modric adjusted his sitting, recalled the footage of the game, and continued to write.

'It was a really magical experience, it was a group of strangers, I met them for the first time and we didn't train together, but it was a group that I was able to play a lot of good passing, and I enjoyed the feeling of the ball going back and forth at my feet and penetrating the opposition defence, using the pass! Use teamwork to tear apart each other's defenses. ”

"There, I met an interesting guy..."

Writing this, the corners of Modric's mouth showed a slight smile.

......

A week later, a two-story house in Zagreb, the capital of Croatia.

In a courtyard full of plants, a middle-aged man of about 40 years old is sitting on a recliner, reading a letter patiently with a letter in his hand, and occasionally a smile on his lips.

"Our first meeting was in the old bridge of Mostar, he was holding two iron basins to attract attention, ready to collect money for a diving show, to be honest, it was not a diving season, I suspected that he was a liar, but surprisingly he did, and I admired that courage."

"And then during a running session, I bumped into their team training camp again, it turned out that the guy is also a professional player, currently playing in the second division of Bosnia and Herzegovina, he is only 150 centimeters tall, he looks extremely short, but he is the top scorer in the second division, which is really interesting."

Seeing this, the expression on the middle-aged man's face was slightly surprised, and he even issued a 'Oh? 's movement.

Obviously, this is also beyond his comprehension.

Out of interest, the middle-aged man continued to read, thinking that the following was all about the little boy.

"The guy said he was a forward centre-forward, I don't know, but his passing, his vision, his big-picture vision was excellent... It's about the same as me! ”

This time, the middle-aged man straightened his waist slightly, which was really interested.

As the coach who has nurtured Modric since childhood, he knows very well what kind of talent Modric has.

One of the most important things is to have a vision as a top midfielder and to see the big picture.

And Modric's interpretation of the little boy also surprised him.

A 150-centimeter-tall center forward with top-level vision and a talent for the big picture?

The middle-aged man grinned slightly, how did this cultivate a freak.

Below the letter, Modric gave a detailed account of their passing process, and the details were also very detailed, giving it a sense of immersion.

Even for a more concrete expression, Modric drew a tactical movement dynamic.

The middle-aged man looked at the crooked tactical dynamic diagram with relish, and at the same time sketched the game picture in his mind.

I have to say that Modric feels right.

This little guy's running position is just right, there is no prominence, and there is nothing missing, just standing in the most stable position, connecting the rhythm of passing.

If it is combined with excellent dribbling and good speed, then it is a good seedling for the front midfield.

But at 150 cm tall...

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly.

That's a real bruise.

Although the midfielder position in football is not as considerate of height, 150 cm is indeed too short.

"I think it's still going to grow!" The middle-aged man muttered and continued to look down at the letter.

In the letter, Modric began to speak again after a long speech.

"Teacher, I would very much like to go home, but not in this way, but in the posture of a winner, and I will prove it to them! At the same time, it also proves that the teacher is the right one, I promise! Love your Luca! ”

The letter ended here, and the middle-aged man put down the letter and exhaled slowly.

"Letter from Luca?"

In the room, a woman walked out with two cups of coffee, handed over a cup of coffee, and then sat down opposite and sighed; "He's only 16 years old, and the Mostecz brothers have gone too far."

The middle-aged man sneered; "They want to get rid of my influence at Dinamo Zagreb as much as possible."

The woman sighed: "They are spreading rumors in the media, aren't they going to fight back?" ”

"No need to fight back! The results will tell! Besic, the middle-aged man and former head coach of Dinamo Zagreb, said confidently;" They're cleaning the team for me and I'm glad to see that someone is willing to play the role of this villain. ”

Woman: "But they also want to take the team for themselves!" ”

Besic waved his hand; "Where can it be so easy, just two stupid hats with one tendon? They don't know anything about football, they may be good speakers, but they're definitely not a good coach, the results speak for themselves, and when they're pretty much destroyed the club, it's time for me to rebuild. ”

"So how long will you wait?"

"About a season!" Becic's tone was a little uncertain.

The woman sighed again; "Pity Luca's kid, to stay alone in Bosnia and Herzegovina for a season, he's not a social person, I don't know if he's going to be bullied."

"He's doing well." Besic picked up the letter and smiled, saying; "I think I made a friend."

The woman was pleasantly surprised; "Really? That's good news. ”

"Well, it's time for us to attend the dinner in the evening, even though you're not the head coach, these connections are still going to be maintained, and Mr. Merster is still very supportive, and we should be grateful."

Listening to the woman's words, Besic smiled bitterly; "Banquet? I don't really like this stuff. ”

"Stop whining, it's time for us to try on the dress."

With that, he dragged Becic into the house.

On the dining table in the courtyard, the letters pressed under the coffee cups, gently shaking with the breeze.

......

Ranch in the small town of Mostar, Tuesday.

"Luca, you're so early!"

Modric tilted his head to look at Suker, a look of astonishment.

Suker sat directly next to Modric and began to put on his sneakers.

Modric came back to his senses and said nervously; "How do you know who I am?"

"That's a good guess!" Suke pointed around; "Everybody here knows."

Modric; “！！！”

I saw that Mlinar was the first to raise his hand in greeting; "Good afternoon, Modric."

"Hello, Luca!"

"Your passing is amazing!"

"I watched your game last week."

"It's a pity, there is a chance to win!"

'Sarajevo is also strong and Tolister is too strong.

"Come on! Win them next time, warriors of Mostar! Hahaha! ”

Modric is clearly a little messy.

At this time, Su Ke stood up neatly and tugged at his hooded coat and said, "Take it off, it's weirdly hot!" ”

Modric was silent.

Suker was curious; "Why do you wear this dress all the time, does it have any special significance?"

Modric was silent for a long time, and then he was like a mosquito; "It's so safe..."

"What?" Suke didn't hear clearly.

Modric hurried: "I like to wear this outfit. ”

"Okay." Su Ke nodded, and Su Ke also understood personal quirks, it was a matter of personality.

"Ready, ready, ready!" Suke stretched out his palm and smiled; "The party is about to begin."

Modric perked up, stretched out his hand, and the two of them gave a gentle high-five!

Syllable!