"Suke!!!!! ——”

The narrator, Klausievich, continued to growl.

His face turned red as he roared, but he still didn't mean to stop.

Even though it was a warm-up game, the goal itself meant a lot to him and the Croatian fans.

This is Davao. After Suker's retirement, the 'Little Suker' took over the burden of scoring.

And Suker scored in such a brilliant way.

This goal completely blew up the stadium.

Suker had stopped celebrating, but the fans in the stands were still cheering.

Looking at those flushed faces, Suker felt for the first time the pampering of the entire Croatian fan group.

Whether it's based on Davao. Whether it's Su Ke's inheritance, he still likes himself.

Suker responded well to these fans.

Suker showed his back number and name to the stands, causing another round of fierce cheers, and then stopped.

The celebration here is over.

But the celebration in the dugout continued.

From the moment Suker scored, Croatia coach Bilic celebrated like a convulsion.

He shook his head, waved his arms excitedly, and roared toward the court.

The mouth opened as if it were about to swallow a man.

Suker walked past the dugout.

"Oh!! Sucre!! ”

Bilic yelled.

Su Ke bowed his head in silence and quickened his pace.

"Suke!!!!!! - "Bilic roared even louder.

Suke grinned and could only turn around and walk to the coach's box.

"Well done! Well kicked! That's great! ”

Hmmm!

Bilic hugged Suke's head and kissed it, and then he turned his arm excitedly, as if shaking the starter of a walk-behind tractor, and said loudly; "Go on! Go on! I'll give you the stage and continue your show! ”

Suke immediately ran away.

The Rock Coach lives up to his name.

Its celebratory appearance is no less than that of Gattuso, and even more disgusting.

Celebrate and celebrate!

What are you doing, relatives.

Su Ke thought with some disgust.

But he is the manager, and Suker can't say anything.

"Come on! High five! ”

Srna held out his hands towards Suke.

The two high-fived vigorously.

"Awesome pass!"

Suke rubbed Srna's hair vigorously.

Srna also happily patted Suke on the shoulder.

On the left and right sides, Croatia scored first.

This was a great cheer for the Croatian players.

"Keep coming! Go on! ”

Srna shouted loudly.

Suker is also looking at the Turkish lineup.

Something doesn't feel right.

Turkey now don't put that much pressure on them at the back.

The overall sense of struggle is not enough, which is still a big gap with the Turkey team in the 08 Euro Cup.

Of course, it may also have something to do with the fact that they haven't gotten into the groove yet.

Anyway, this game should be relatively easy.

When Suk thought so, Turkey suddenly had a cold arrow.

In the 21st minute, Turkey attacked with the ball on the wing, and Toncay's continuous change of direction in the front field made Srna a little overwhelmed, and after Tunçay pulled out of the gap, he shot directly from a distance.

The long-range shot smashed into the Croatian goal like a cannonball.

Croatian goalkeeper Pletikosa made a save and he parried the ball out, but the ball fell into the penalty area and there was a scuffle when Turkish striker Kamzi suddenly poked the ball into the goal.

Suker has been waiting for the moment of counter-attack in the front, but he is also slightly regretful to see this conceded goal.

However, the warm-up game!

Both teams are all about a tactical grind, and it doesn't matter if they win or lose.

However, for Croatia, who are fighting on their doorstep, they still have to fight for more victories.

'Turkey's long-range shot from Tunçay created chaos in the penalty area, and Turkey used the confusion to score the equaliser.

"Croatian lads, watch out for long-range shots from Turkey!"

The Croatian fans at the scene didn't think it was anything.

Despite conceding a goal, the situation was still in their hands.

When the game resumes.

Modric is back in the thick of things.

I have to say that after going through the training in the Premier League, Modric has played more sophisticated.

And the will to fight is extremely resolute.

Manchester United's iron-blooded spirit has been inherited very well, and this guy is swearing everywhere.

"Rakitic, hold the ball first, use your stupid brain to think about how to divide the ball reasonably!"

"Don't be in a hurry at the back! Fucking anxious, our midfield is not messy, they don't pounce forward, why are you in such a hurry to divide the ball? ”

"Strikers don't just stare ahead"

After Modric finished scolding, he turned his head and slammed into Tonchay, although he was not so strong, he still snatched the ball through this confrontation and the will to fight like a dogskin plaster.

"Bring it to me the!"

Looking at Modric, who was full of expletives, Suke was a little silent.

Is this still the same Modric he knows?

Who the hell did this guy learn from at Manchester United!

"Suke!"

Modric went straight to the plug.

The ball went straight to the centre circle and to the feet of Suker.

A midfielder who can't stuff the ball is not a good midfielder.

In the future, even the centre-backs will have to be able to stuff the ball.

After Suker received the ball, he immediately turned around.

Of course, he was held up by Asik.

However, Su Ke is no longer the person he once was, and he has enough ability to fight.

Pout, push back!

In an instant, Suke pushed Akhan away with his 'warped' buttocks.

Smoothly completed the turn, Suke stepped down.

Plugging the ball directly into the gap behind Ackhan.

Mandzukic runs sideways to catch the ball, makes a sharp stop and turns.

By this time, Suker had already begun to press the back line into the box.

Mandzukic looked up at the penalty area, but instead of passing, he split the ball along the line of the penalty area.

In this position, Modric was just in time.

Modric picked up his right foot and fired his trademark long-range shot into an arc with the outside instep.

The ball hits into the left corner of the goal with pinpoint accuracy.

Turkey's lead was less than three minutes.

Croatia pulled the score away again.

"Goal!!!!!! ——”

"Modric!!"

'The Croatian lads played well up front and it reminded me of the kind of tactical combination they had with Dinamo Sallegeb and now they replicate that on the national team stage!'

"Just three minutes into Turkey's equaliser, the Croatian lads doubled the score again."

"Kudos to these lads, they're doing fantastic!"

The Maksimir Stadium erupted in cheers again.

Croatian fans were overjoyed.

Even though it was just a warm-up game, they were still very excited.

It's not just the goal, it's their excellent movement and their chemistry.

The whole process is silky and natural, and there is no frustration at all.

Even after a year of separation, these little ones still have such a tacit understanding.

"How do you make this long-range shot!"

Suker ran over with a smile, following Modric's example, but couldn't find the key.

Modric also smiled: "It's not the power that matters, it's the angle that is the kick." ”

This guy has now changed back to his old self, and he doesn't have the squirting posture just now.

The cheers at the Maksimir Stadium became even more intense.

And the game is gradually heating up.

After falling behind, the Turkish side kept counterattacking and wanted to get back the score.

They were constantly looking for opportunities in the Croatian half through Tonciay's breakthrough on the wing.

And every time he played an offensive effect, the player named Tunchay would look at Suker.

"Is this guy sick?"

Su Ke couldn't help but frown.

He doesn't even know who this guy is, why do you always provoke yourself? It's not an official competition.

After a few provocations, Suke couldn't help it.

Cheap skin!

It's not beaten, it's uncomfortable, isn't it?

Suke voluntarily retreated.

"Pass it to me!"

Rakitic immediately passed the ball.

After Suker received the ball, he began to dribble along the rib area.

"Suker began to take the initiative to receive the ball and dribble, he was looking for opportunities in the rib area, and this was also the first time in this game that Suker took the initiative to withdraw to ask for the ball and dribble!"

As Suker dribbled to the edge of the box, he noticed that the guys weren't pressing him much.

Or do they think that here is not their own range of fire?

Suker suddenly flicked the ball horizontally, opened the angle of the shot, and slammed his right foot towards the ball.

Bang!

It was a low-fire cannon, and the ball flew close to the ground.

The Turkish goalkeeper struggled to save and he kept the ball out with his arm.

"Be careful!"

The ball was smashed by the Turkish full-back's direct big foot.

Vukojevic played a half-time duke to Modric, who crossed to Srna.

Srna looked up and made another 45-corner pass.

The ball curved towards the left side of the box where Suker was.

Suke stepped back slightly.

The opposition centre-back did not pounce forward and the goalkeeper stood close to the near post.

Su Ke's chest straightened slightly, pushed the ball up slightly, quickly adjusted his feet, faced the falling ball, and volleyed directly!

The volley took the ball out of an arc and into the far corner of the goal.

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