"Goal! Goal! Goal! ”

"Suke! Sucre! Sucre! ————”

In the Croatian commentary studio, Krausievic excitedly raised his arms and cheered.

He couldn't even sit still, running around the commentary platform, constantly running in circles, kneeling, or making crosses on his chest, and the whole person looked crazy.

The second goal!

What a valuable goal!

At this moment, the so-called any decency, calmness, and professionalism are left behind.

He's just a pure Croatian fan.

The moment to make history is just around the corner!

Nothing is more important than this!

They are close to beating the mighty Italy, they are on the verge of breaking through the quarter-finals of the European Championship, and this history has given them the shackles.

They are about to embrace a whole new history.

At this moment, the entire interior of Croatia is also boiling like a volcano.

The 4 million people burst into the hottest cheers in an instant.

Every family was cheering and shouting.

The men are hugging their jerseys and kissing each other.

The women hugged each other and wept with joy.

The children's twinkling eyes reflected the figure in the Croatian No. 9 jersey on the TV.

That's right!

He's a hero!

"We are a country that has experienced pain, and we have experienced more than a decade of war in this land, but none of this has killed our love for football!"

"We are a small country all over the world!"

"We only have 4 million people, but Davao. Sooker told us that even so, we can still shine on the professional stage, and the Plaid Army can be the most watched team in the world! ”

"In 1996, they made history for Croatia for the first time and we went through tough games to reach the quarter-finals of the European Championships!"

"And 12 years later, we have another Suk, two generations of Suke! The two European Championships have written different histories, but what is the same is that they both played that familiar melody for us! ”

"Croatia is a small country and we don't have much to be proud of, but football is definitely one of them!"

"He brought us together, made us shout the same name in front of the TV, and let 4 million Croatians move towards the same goal!"

Klaušiewicz was in tears.

His eyes were already white, but he wiped his tears again and again, and the corners of his mouth trembled but he couldn't stop smiling.

That's right!

These are tears of happiness!

The camera cuts to the stands, Davao. Su Ke and Boban were celebrating passionately.

They hugged each other tightly.

Davao. Su Ke took off his suit even more excitedly and held it in his hands.

He excitedly climbed the railing, waved his suit in his hand, and took the lead in calling out the name.

Sucre!!

Sucre!!

Sucre!!

The next second, the entire Happel Stadium.

The voices of tens of thousands of Croatian fans are gradually becoming unified.

A pair of enthusiastic eyes focused on the figure in the court.

His mouth erupted with the most fervent cries.

Sucre!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

Sucre!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

Sucre!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

Cheer! Shake the earth!

Banner! Hunt shaking!

Even the wind spread a scorching breath.

Summer in Vienna is already hot, but at this moment it seems to be suddenly hot.

The whole stadium was scorching.

"Goal!!! ——”

In the middle of the court, Mandzukic threw Suke to the ground.

He pressed against Suk and roared excitedly.

Soon, Modric, Srna and others pounced.

They howled and screamed.

His voice trembled, and his throat seemed to tremble.

At this moment, they saw the hope of victory, they saw the hope of making history.

This is incredibly important to them.

During the Dinamo Sagrab era, they were both rookies who had just stepped into the professional arena.

And now, they are wearing the national team jersey, and they are fighting for 4 million people.

They represent Croatia.

"Amazing fellow!"

Modric rubbed Suker's head.

He was glad that he had been sent to play in Bosnia and Herzegovina, where he met Sukh.

This is his comrade-in-arms in the national team.

At the same time, he is also his lifelong partner!

Suke was pressed to the bottom, snorting.

Srna heard the voice and hurriedly said; "Get up! What should I do if I am crushed! ”

When everyone heard this, they were about to get up, when Su Ke suddenly said in a loud voice:

"Hold it down a little longer!" Su Ke's face turned red: "Drag a little is a little." ”

Everyone: "."

The qualification of the second goal completely laid the foundation for Croatia's victory.

At the same time, it was also a great blow to Italy.

Time is running out for the rest of the day.

Italy were the first to make substitutions.

Two strikers in a row, Camoranesi and Di Natale.

Croatia made a change at the back, with Niko Kovac and Wejic coming on to add to the defensive strength.

After the substitutions, the game starts again.

But from this moment on, the stadium was already filled with the voices of Croatian fans.

Italian fans looked at the stadium with expressions of frustration and loss.

The two sides are very distinctly different.

The cheers of the excited Croatian fans filled every moment.

They started to enjoy the game, they started to appreciate the good performance of the players.

Although Croatia are currently on the defensive, each successful defence has led to a wave of cheers.

The clock ticked into 85 minutes.

There were less than ten minutes left until the end of the game.

Klausiewicz shouted loudly; "Steady! Steady! Hold the score! Don't give Italians any chance! ”

"Boys, win and open a new chapter in history for us!"

Stoppage time.

The last substitution was made.

Suker was also substituted.

And in the final period, tens of thousands of Croatian fans chanted 'defend' in unison.

Fuck the offense!

Fuck the goal!

They just have to defend!

They just have to hold on to the score!

If they do so, they can make a whole new history.

"It's less than a minute into the game! There is no hope for Italy! Well done! Lads! ”

Klaushyvich shouted loudly.

His voice was incomparably uplifting, and it was transmitted through the microphone to all corners of Croatia, causing waves of cheers from the whole country.

Tito Square, Zagreb, Croatia.

Tens of thousands of residents of the Zagreb region gather here.

Despite the sheer number, it was silent.

Everyone was watching the big screen as the game came to an end.

Even though they were still two goals ahead, the moment was too important and too intense.

The whistle didn't sound, and none of them dared to celebrate.

All eyes are on time.

As time passed, the referee frequently looked down at his watch.

"Whistle the whistle!"

"Fuck! Whistle! ”

"Time has passed!"

"Bastard referee!"

The Croatian people erupted with excitement.

Soon, however, the camera suddenly focused on the referee, and three sharp whistles sounded.

Beep beep !!

It's over!

The 90-minute game is over!

In the quarter-finals of Euro 2008, Croatia defeated Italy 2-0.

Rumble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

At this moment, the entire Tito Square suddenly fell into a boil.

Drinks were thrown in the air, and men and women hugged and cheered each other.

Cheers, screams, applause, and shouts filled the sky over Salegbo.

This is a moment of glory!

It's a history-making moment!

After a 12-year hiatus, Croatia has finally taken a step forward on the stage of the European Championships.

They broke through the quarter-finals and reached the semi-finals of the European Championship for the first time in history!

"Hooray!! Banzai!!! ”

"Suke! Banzai! ”

"Semi-finals! Here we go!! ”

"God!! It's a great game! “

"Hahaha! We beat Italy! ”

"Onward! Croatia! ”

"Well done, boys!"

"They are the warriors of Croatia! No! They are Eastern European knights! ”

Boiling Tito Square.

Excited fans jumped and shouted.

Someone even climbed to the famous artist. Above the statue of Dejelich, waving a flag in his hand.

Yes!

Even though it's only a semi-final of the European Championship.

But Croatia is not Italy, not Argentina, not Brazil.

They don't have that glorious history in football.

Therefore, every breakthrough is precious!

(End of chapter)