"Watch out for that Short 99, he's fast!"

Poschenoch broke out in a cold sweat and turned his head and shouted.

Su Ke's forward intervention could be described as a surprise to them, and he broke through their defense in an instant.

This guy didn't use any skills at all, he just relied on speed to eat them.

And in the face of this kind of talented player, he really has no choice, this is due to the fundamental gap, which cannot be made up by individuals.

He could only try to follow up and prepare in advance.

However, the experience of Poschenocchi is also very abundant, the first time it was too sudden, but the next time it may not be.

Just then, Modric slid the ball forward again.

Su Ke was also ready to start in an instant.

At the same time, Poschenocchi also made an early turn, and when he was about to sprint, Suker stopped the ball.

"Not running?"

Poschenocchi subconsciously stopped, wanting to press the past.

Su Ke was immediately activated.

"Play this trick with me?!"

Poscinotchy's long legs stick out directly, and either the ball stays or the man stays.

His intentions are very obvious.

Between the lightning and flint, Suker used the rapid frequency of his feet to continuously touch the ball and stuff the ball into the crotch of Poschenocchi, and at the same time, the whole person jumped up lightly and completed the breakthrough again.

Once again, Persian Chenocchi was overturned.

His face was also red and a little swollen, and he turned his head and roared: "Leave it for me." ”

He immediately reached out and yanked Su Ke violently.

Yes~~~~~~~!

Suke's whole body was dragged into the air and fell to the ground with a heavy butt.

"Foul !!!!"

The Mostar Zlinski fans roared all over the stadium.

It was a blatant foul, and despite the brutality of the Bosnia and Herzegovina Premier League, this kind of action is meant to be carded.

And Su Ke has obviously erased it, this is a breakthrough that can create a single knife again!

Thinking of this, the fans shouted even more happily.

"Red card!!!!! ——”

Persian Cheroch was also extremely nervous inside.

He didn't expect to be so embarrassed by a little bean dice.

It was only five minutes into the game that he was passed twice by Suke, and it looked like he was going to be carded.

The referee ran over and showed a yellow card straight at Poschenocchi.

Seeing the yellow card, Poschenocchi finally breathed a sigh of relief, at least not a red card.

However, his heart is also extremely depressed.

Suker slapped his ass and got up from the ground, he picked up the ball from the side and threw it directly to Modric.

Luka Modric puts the ball on the set-piece and prepares to take it.

Suker was also standing on the line of the penalty area with the others, ready to shoot at any time.

Modric took a deep breath and he started to kick in and slammed his kick into the ball.

The ball takes on an arc towards the near angle.

Syllable!!

The opposing goalkeeper reacted very quickly and blocked the ball with one hand, but the ball just landed in the penalty area.

"It's coming!"

Suke roared and rushed forward.

He's fast, explosive, and the ball is closest to him.

Sooke sped forward and stabbed the ball with his toes.

Bite!

The ball hits the crossbar and flies off the baseline.

"!"

Su Ke couldn't help but explode, what kind of luck is this.

Failed to score on two consecutive kicks.

He stomped his foot in annoyance.

Sarajevo railway workers escaped once again.

At this time, the expressions of the Sarajevo railway workers were extremely solemn.

At the start of the second half, their defence was disrupted, and the initiator was this short centre-forward.

From the contempt at first to the attention they now have, they were genuinely irritated by Suke's almost depressing speed.

Especially a high defender like Pochesnocchi, it's okay for him to go hand-to-hand with Kosopet, but in the face of the loach-like Suke, they are a little numb.

The game restarted and Suker was still active in the front court.

And his energetic performances also made Mostar Zlinski's attack like a tidal wave.

"Pass it to me!"

"That's it!"

Su Ke shook his arm and said loudly, "Come!" Give it and you've got it! ”

Persian Cheroch was dying of annoyance.

In the dugout on the sidelines, Vansteak had a smile on his lips, and the smile on his lips had not disappeared since Suker's first breakthrough.

He could feel that the overall situation was starting to drift in their favor, which was very good news.

However, assistant coach Van Dier raised his doubts.

"Su Ke used his speed to step forward to give the opponent a certain blow, forcing the other party to start paying attention to Su Ke, but this will only make Su Ke become a thorn in the opponent's side, and it will be more difficult to insert forward later."

Van Dier saw that the opposing full-backs were starting to shrink towards the middle, which was obviously trying to wrap up Suker.

With a smile still on his lips, Vansteak said; "The purpose is different!"

"For what purpose?" Van Dier was puzzled.

Vansteak laughed; "What is the task I gave Suke?"

Van Dier: "Drop back to catch the ball and organise the attack. ”

After that, he said with a slight surprise; "That's right! He didn't retreat and kept cutting forward. ”

Farnsteak: "It's just a process. ”

'I've always stressed that the players play with their brains, but obviously they don't understand what I'm talking about and Suker knows that.

"Circumventing one's weaknesses and expanding one's strengths, Suker has a transcendent talent in this regard."

"Suker is short in height and not good at confrontation, and he knows this very well, so at the beginning of the game, he didn't even think about dropping back to receive the ball, but used his speed to attack the opponent's defense again and again, giving the opponent the concept of being a forward center."

At this point, Vansturak pointed to the pitch and said, "Look at Poschenocchi..."

Van Dier looked at the court.

At this point, Poschenocchi was on the same level as Suke.

And every time Sukh feigned activation, Persian Cheroch had to shake.

As soon as Su Ke moved, he trembled.

Suk moved again, and he trembled again.

It's a funny scene.

Even Persian Cheroch could not look forward normally, and kept an eye on Suk at all times, which obviously caused him great trouble.

"Sooke's forward thrust is a real headache." Van Dier admits that Suker was too fast, which was a huge blow to the bulky centre-back.

"But it's not his greatest weapon!"

Vansteak laughed: "It's all a process, using his speed to make everyone think he's a forward centre-forward, to hide his true purpose. ”

"The real purpose?"

"Pullback pick-up!"

Vansteak said with a piercing look in his eyes; "That's the fundamental purpose, to retreat and get Modric to liberate, if Suker does this at the beginning, he will be stared at very much, and every time he retreats, he will be limited by the opponent's follow-up, and he will probably not be able to play the rhythm he wants, but now it's different."

Van Dier was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands and said; "I see! He's tricking the Sarajevo railway workers into thinking he's a forward centre-forward, and he's taking advantage of that to pull back. ”

"And when Suker gradually began to retreat and respond, liberating Modric again and again..."

The light in Van Dier's eyes became more and more vigorous, and he clapped his hands and exclaimed loudly; "What a treacherous little fellow!"

When Souk began to retreat again and again, did the Sarajevo railway workers follow or not?

Follow! Souk turned and stepped forward, taking advantage of the gap he had pulled out to continue to break through.

Don't follow! Suker freed up Modric, formed a numerical advantage in the front, and forced the attack.

Whether you follow or not, the opponent's backline is in danger of collapsing.

The clock is 60 minutes.

Su Ke broke through again and again, and the opponent's defense line gradually began to retract.

The space on both sides was also pulled out.

Suke sensed the time was ripe.

Suke turned his head to look at the tall Persian Chenoch, and said suddenly; "I'm not playing with you anymore."

With that, Suker swaggered back.

Persian Cheroch: "??? ”

He didn't know what Sooke was saying, but he was relieved to see the guy back out of the backline.

This guy is stuck in the backline, and it's as uncomfortable as a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Suker's swaggering retracement, and no one followed up at all.

Meanwhile, Modric was once again caught between two men.

Suker has been refreshed for a while, but Modric is struggling to support it.

Modric saw someone in the middle of the line, and he was about to pull the ball away.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from ahead.

"Luca! I'm here to answer you! ”

Hearing the familiar voice, Modric's heart fluttered.

You're finally here!

Without even thinking about it, Modric poked the ball forward with his toe and passed it directly to Suker's feet.

Suker, on the other hand, received the ball without any interference, dribbling sideways while watching his team-mates' movements.

Both wingers are on the move.

At this point, Suke made eye contact with Boame.

In the next second, Suker passed the ball in the direction of Bouame, and then Suker quickly approached the position in the middle.

Poschenocchi wanted to get close to the right to help the defense, but when he saw Suke coming back and forth, he had to stop.

Boame tried a few breakthroughs, but it didn't work well.

"Pass it over!"

Suke's voice rang out.

Boame saw that Suke was already approaching his side.

He immediately passed the ball to Suke.

Su Ke first made a feint to step forward, and the deceived Persian Chenocchi trembled, unable to rush into himself at the first time.

In the next second, Suker turned with his back to the goal and passed the ball straight back with the arch of his foot.

This is a postback.

And it just so happened that Modric had stepped forward to this position, and faced Suke's return ball, directly bent the bow and arrow, and made a pick-up pass.

The ball flew over the entire back line of the Sarajevo railway workers, who had been dragged to the flat, into the gap on the left.

The Sarajevo railway workers' defenders all leaned to the right, and the sudden pick and turn completely disrupted their defence.

Left winger Biaral quickly stepped forward to follow up, stopped the ball inside, shook off the opposition full-back, pulled out space for a shot and fired a powerful shot.

Swish!!

The ball pierced through the opponent's goalkeeper's fingers and flew into the goal.

In the 62nd minute, Mostar Zlinjski scored another goal to take a 2-1 lead.