Sooke's main job in recent times has been to cook and train.

Based on the previous match against the Sarajevo railway workers, Suker appeared more anxious and trained a lot more.

Not only does he train with the team, but he also has to train himself.

Of course, strength training can't be touched yet, he has to ensure growth.

Suk eats a lot of food, which means he has a good appetite and absorbs well.

But the question is what does it mean to eat so many meals that you can't grow just by eating.

Since the last development, it has been a full three weeks and has been stuck at 161 cm tall, and there is no intention of moving at all.

Strength and conditioning coach Hartbatch means to let Suke wait patiently, growth is not a one-time success, it needs to be carried out round by round.

The growth cycle of boys is puberty, that is, development.

Mainly at the age of 18, it fluctuates up and down for about two years.

Suke is currently 17 years old and has three years to grow at the latest, and he still has a chance to grow taller before his bones close.

Moreover, Suk had been malnourished for a long time, so he asked Suke not to rush it.

Suke knew that Hatbachi was comforting himself, but he was still a little anxious in his heart, and he even thought about the earthy method of 'changing the water'.

Suker's side showed anxiety about his height, and this emotion actually affected Modric.

At the moment, Modric is also not very tall.

Suker and Luka Modric are the two shortest on the team.

Suke 161 cm.

Modric is 167 cm.

The most important thing is that Suker has grown a full 10 centimeters, from the position of Modric's neck to near his temple.

At least it's developed, isn't it?

But Modric didn't mean to move at all.

"Do you get taller by drinking milk?"

Watching Suke drain a glass of milk, Modric asked.

Suke was categorical; "Yes! Definitely! ”

Modric nodded, and quickly drained his glass of milk.

.......

Heading into November, Mostar saw an early snowfall.

From early in the morning, the snowflakes of the white pine trees begin to fall and do not stop until noon.

In the course of one morning, the whole town was covered in a silvery white garment, and even the trees in the nearby hills were dyed white.

The Neretva River is still turbulent, carrying away flakes of snow and carrying the cold air from the summit.

After leaving the city and entering the mountains of Mostar, Basterci, a media reporter from the "Bosnia and Herzegovina Movement", put on a cotton jacket, but even so, he still felt that the cold wind penetrated into his body through the cracks, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"What a desolate place!"

The streets of the once beautiful town have become sparsely populated due to the fall of winter, and the occasional sweeper and passing car can be seen, but this is even more desolate.

Basterci came for the filming of the Mostar Twins, who have been in the spotlight since the last time they beat Sarajevo, and after beating Sarajevo railway workers, Bosnia and Herzegovina Football finally started to make a move, contacting the club to start the production of an exclusive interview.

"Let's go, let's hurry."

Basterch said to his assistant next to him that he wanted to finish his work as soon as possible and return to his warm nest.

When they arrived at Mystalslinski, they were led by the staff and went straight to the training ground.

Mostar Zlinski's finances were not in good shape, so the entire training ground looked a little dilapidated, but the snow on the field was swept clean.

And now, the two teenagers he is about to interview are doing some special training in the stadium.

"Do you need me to call them over?"

The staff asked.

Basterch waved his hand; "No, let's start here."

He believes that this kind of picture has a good benign promotion effect on the content of the program.

Basterch took out a small camera, stuck one hand in his wallet, and approached to start filming.

The sun, the snow, the sweat, the heat that comes out of it, the rising mist.

Under this kind of picture, it gives people a very positive atmosphere, and Basterch can't help but adjust the angle to make the picture more sunny.

Suddenly, he saw Suker juggling the ball, gently picked up the ball, and then turned sideways and volleyed violently.

The ball went straight for itself.

"Ahh ——”

Basterch was startled and sat on the ground.

Luckily, the ball hit the fence and fell, otherwise it would have hurt a lot.

"Hey! What are you filming this guy on? ”

Suke's voice scolded.

He ran over angrily, and many teams in the Bosnian league spying on intelligence frequently happened.

But I've never seen such a blatant run to the training ground to shoot.

This guy is so fat!

"Say! Which spy are you? ”

Sooke asked.

It's obviously a serious tone, but with the round baby fat face, there is no deterrent at all.

At this time, the staff came over and quickly explained; "They are journalists from the Bosnia and Herzegovina Movement, and they are interviewing you."

"Interview?" Su Ke was stunned for a moment.

Only then did he remember that head coach Vansturak seemed to have said that there was an interview.

At this time, Basterch also stood up, he patted his buttocks, checked the camera, and found that there was no problem, then he said; "Let me introduce myself, Basteci, a journalist from the Bosnia and Herzegovina Movement, I have booked an interview this afternoon."

Suker turned to look at Modric.

"Did you notify us of the interview?"

Modric shook his head.

Sooke looked at the staff again, and the man explained; "I was supposed to do an interview tomorrow, but I didn't expect them to come so soon."

With that, the staff looked at Basterch and asked; "Do you want to start now?"

Bastech nodded; "Just this afternoon."

After the two sides communicated, they went to the locker room together, after all, they couldn't find a good place to interview.

Basterci set up the camera and pointed it at Suker and Modric, who were sitting side by side.

Modric was a little cramped in front of the camera, and Suker kept looking and asking curiously.

"Will we be on TV?"

"Which channel?"

"Can you show us when you've recorded it?"

Bastech felt that Suker was annoyed and kept asking questions, but Modric's quietness won him a favor.

"Calm down, we'll get started right away." Basterch told Suker to be quiet.

The latter is pouting.

Immediately, he said to Modric in a gentle tone:

"Shall we start with you?"

Modric nodded slightly.

"What should I do?"

"Introduce yourself!"

Modric sat precariously and looked at the camera; "Hello everyone, my name is Luca. Luka Modric, originally from Croatia, currently plays for FC Žlinjski Mostalziski. ”

With that, Bastech nodded at Suke again.

Suk: "My name is Suk, Davao. Sooke of Suker, I'm a center forward, also from Croatia! ”

Basterch took out the question card in his hand and said;

"As the Mostar twins, your tacit cooperation has delivered victory after victory for the team, where was the first time you met?"

As soon as the words fell.

Suke scratched his cheek with embarrassment.

Modric was smiling.

The two said at the same time; "On the old bridge!"

Basterch said in surprise; "Was it a chance encounter?"

Modric had the image of Suker diving in his mind, and the smile on his face was even brighter.

Suker, on the other hand, coughed dryly and gently kicked Modric's chair leg.

Basterch recorded the scene and said with a smile: "It seems that something interesting happened." ”

"Yes, it's a lot of fun!"

Modric gestured to tell the scene.

Su Ke on the side looked embarrassed.

Basterci, on the other hand, looked at Suke in amazement, this 'lively' little guy had such a tragic past.

"How did you get through those difficult years?"

Bastech asked.

Su Ke sighed gloomily and waved his hand; "First of all, I don't think it's that hard, I play the football I love and touch the target little by little, and although I did go hungry a few times, I'm lucky compared to the kids who lost their lives in the war, and I have the qualifications to chase my dreams and create a future."

Basterci; "You are now a talented player in the Bosnia and Herzegovina Premier League, and your performance is about the team's victory or defeat, do you make you proud of this achievement?"

"This is just the beginning," Sukron said; I'm not going to be proud, I'm not going to be proud, I still have a lot to be desired, I have more to want and unfulfilled dreams, so I need to train harder. ”

Bastech nodded; "Okay, so what's your goal?"

"Champions League!" Su Ke said succinctly.

"Playing in the Champions League?"

Sooke shook his head; "Champions League winner!"

Basterci: "......"

He was frightened by Sooke's unrealistic goals.

This guy who is still playing in the Bosnia and Herzegovina Premier League is thinking about the Champions League title?

This is the dream stage for many players, and how many can win this honor?

He didn't ask about dreams, but goals!

It's not for you to dream!

Basterci turned to look at Modric; "What about you?"

Modric was silent for a moment; "Bring the first Hercules Cup to Croatia!"

Basterci: "......"

One is more unreliable than the other!