Rumble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

The hysterical shouts of the Croatian fans spread like an earthquake.

The whole of Johannesburg seemed to be shaking.

It was the passionate cry of tens of thousands of Croatian fans.

This is a cheer to send them heroes!

Suker scored the crucial penalty.

Croatia defeated the mighty Germany 4-3 on penalties.

After 12 years since the 1998 World Cup in France, they have once again come to this stage.

"Goal!! Goal!!! Sucre!!!! Sucre!!! ”

"Suke! Sucre! Sucre! Sucre! Sucre! Sucre! ”

Klašiwicz roared excitedly, his eyes bloodshot, his cheeks trembling, and his muscles clenched under his hands.

He couldn't describe the mood at this moment.

A game that has endured hardships.

A legendary reversal.

After falling behind repeatedly, Croatia relied on tenacity to save the situation again and again, and finally won the victory.

It doesn't get much better than this!

"Suke! Remember the name! Remember him, great Suk! He is a hero of Croatia! ”

"We can trust Him forever! Always believe in Suker! ”

"He's always able to help us win when it counts!"

"Oh my God! World Cup semi-finals! ”

"World Cup semi-finals!"

"After a storm, the rainbow will eventually shine on Croatia!"

"At this moment, the night sky of Paris in 1998 and the night sky of Johannesburg in 2010 spanned 12 years!"

"And this connection point is called Croatia!"

"A round of applause to our warriors, to our heroes, they deserve it all!"

In the middle of the pitch, Suker rushed to his teammates.

Instead of celebrating towards the stands, he found his team-mate as soon as possible.

"Win!! Win!! Win!! ”

Suke fell to his knees, shouting at the top of his lungs.

The others gathered around Suke, and they hugged Suke tightly.

He whimpered in his throat and couldn't make any sound.

Soon, the substitutes rushed over, and they also pressed on the players, crying loudly.

These are tears of joy.

It was a tough game.

It was too hard to play.

But that's why this victory is so precious.

"Awesome!!"

"Suke is awesome!"

Duimovich hugged Sukh tightly, with his head bowed and with a crying voice.

World Cup semifinals, Croatia is coming!

Here we go! ——

How difficult this is for a small country of only 4 million people.

But they succeeded!

They inherited the will and spirit of their ancestors, and continued, Davao. After Suker and others, they finally reached the semi-finals of the World Cup again.

Oh~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!

An excited cry came.

A figure with a big belly and a gray suit rushed towards Su Ke excitedly.

Under the camera, it is Davao. Sucre.

Davao at this time. Suk did not have the posture of a Croatian hero at all, he cried like a child, and hugged Suk to death.

"Final four! Final Four! Final Four! Semi-finals! You did it! ”

Davao. Suke knelt on the ground and hugged Suke hard.

Everything he does is worthwhile!

He got the best reward for his efforts!

These juniors, through a wonderful game, sent Croatia to the stage of the World Cup semi-finals again.

"Win! Win! Won~~~"

Davao. Suke was still weeping.

The corners of Su Ke's eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, he wiped the corners of his eyes, and scolded:

"Cry a fart! All of them are so unproductive, fuck! Laugh! Smile to Lao Tzu! Laugh out loud! We are the winners! ”

Suke raised his arms and said loudly; "Victory belongs to Croatia!"

"The victory belongs to Croatia!! ——”

Everyone shouted in unison under the excitement.

Davao. Su Ke even squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Boom Boom Boom Boom !!!!

The whole of Croatia is rumbling.

Countless people wept bitterly.

But this time, it wasn't gunshots, and it wasn't tears of pain.

Flowers bloom and light up the night sky in Croatia.

Tears of happiness filled the eyes of 4 million people.

This country, which has experienced the devastation of war and many hardships, has become the focus of the whole world at this moment, and they have ushered in the most glorious moment.

This small country, located in the eastern part of Eastern Europe, is once again bringing its voice to the world.

Countless people began to leave their homes.

They ran and cheered like madmen in the streets.

Champagne is spraying!

Flowers are blooming!

The cheers, cries of joy, applause and shouts became the main theme of the evening.

The moment when Suker scored the crucial goal.

The moment Croatia reached the semi-finals of the World Cup again, the sky was lit up.

In the middle of the field, Bilic knelt on the ground.

His mouth was open and his face was in a trance.

He had lived through those glorious years, and now it was on him again.

Croatia in 1998.

Croatia in 2010.

They both reached the semi-finals of the World Cup.

But

"It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this! It can't be like this! ”

Bilic muttered.

He watched as Vansteak celebrated with his teammates.

He looked at the joyful crowd around him.

He looked at everyone as if they had completed their mission.

No!

It's not the same!

These Croatian lads are not us.

They shouldn't stop here!

Bilic slowly stood up, and in the boiling court, he silently walked into the players' tunnel.

No one noticed him quietly leaving.

When Bilic walked into the tunnel of the players.

As darkness engulfed his figure, Bilic was groaning.

"Change! Be sure to change! They are not us! Mistakes cannot be perpetuated! ”

In the boiling court, Suker was interviewed on the sidelines.

The interviewer was a young journalist from Croatia, whose hand holding the microphone was shaking, and his tone was shaky.

"Congratulations~~You ~~, Breathe ~~ Win ~~, for this game ~~~Breathe ~~ You ~~~"

The Croatian journalist was so excited that he was on the verge of tears.

Su Ke smiled and pressed his hand: "Slow down!" Slow down! No hurry! ”

The reporters around them did not rush, they clearly understood how excited this moment was for the Croatians.

Young journalists still can't hold back their emotions.

"I~~I~~ can I hug you?"

The young reporter watched as Suke made a request.

Su Ke was stunned for a moment, then smiled and opened his arms.

The Croatian journalist immediately threw himself into the arms of Suke.

His choked cries echoed through the camera.

But there were bursts of applause all around.

Bang bang!!

In the applause, the reporter kept repeating.

"Thank you! Thank you! Sucre! ”

"Thank you for the goal! Thank you for everything! ”

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! ”

Suke patted the young reporter on the back, and after a while, the reporter's mood stabilized.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said unembarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, I'm too emotional."

Suker smiled; "It's okay, that's exactly what I expected, did I play well?"

The young reporter gave a thumbs up, without any words, but with the purest appreciation.

At the same time, other Croatian players were also being interviewed.

The German players, on the other hand, silently walked to the players' tunnel.

"Let's go! Our World Cup is over! ”

Ram's expression was a little vicissitudes.

He missed a penalty.

As captain, he was humiliated to miss a penalty.

But at the same time, he had to comfort the team.

Schweinsteiger also gently hugged Ram, signaling him not to blame himself too much.

The Germans quietly left the field.

Everything here will lose its relevance to them.

Their World Cup, their summer is over!

Croatia defeated Germany to reach the semi-finals of the 2010 World Cup in South Africa.

In the dressing room in Croatia, there was jubilation.

Champagne is spraying!

The team members were cheering loudly.

Davao. Sooke and Boban joined in, celebrating their victory with joy.

"Tommy! What a sass! That spoon is absolutely stunning. Mandzukic gave a thumbs up.

Dujmovich said with a look of relief; "Of course, no one would have guessed that I would kick the spoon at that time!"

Mandzukic nodded: "If Suke comes another spoon, it will definitely explode!" ”

Suke rolled his eyes.

Fools kick spoons in the tiebreaker.

It doesn't matter if you kick in.

If you can't kick in, you will be directly targeted at the pillar of shame!

"What about Bilic? How can I not see him? ”

Everyone celebrates, Davao. Suke, however, did not see Bilic.

Vansteak Road; "He went back to the hotel after the post-game press conference, probably tired!"

Davao. Suk wondered: "Don't even participate in the celebration?" How can this guy be the head coach! ”

Boban laughed; "Better than you!"

After that, the crowd began to sing and dance again.

After a while, everyone calmed down, and then began to pack their luggage and prepare to return to the hotel.

Despite reaching the semi-finals of the World Cup, the World Cup continues.

They also need to face a stronger enemy.

Matador Legion, Spain!

"Everyone take a shower and relax, let's not have a review meeting today, take a day off, and train as usual tomorrow!"

Vansteak gave the order to disband, and then returned to his room.

When he returned to his room, he found Bilic already sitting there.

"Why are you here?" Vansteak was surprised.

Bilic looked up at Vansteak: "Let's talk!" ”

"What are you talking about?" Vansteak smiled; "Replay this game? There are indeed points that need to be turned around! ”

Bilic shook his head; "It's not! We went to the conference room and someone was waiting for us there! ”

"Huh?" Vansteak was puzzled.

He didn't understand what he had to talk about in the conference room.

Moreover, Bilic's expression didn't seem to be so much. Glad?

The two quickly arrived in the conference room.

Vansteak found that Davao. Suke and Boban are also here.

"What's wrong? Called us over suddenly? "Davao. Suke asked.

Boban on the side also smiled; "Do you want to show us?"

Bilic shook his head and gestured to his chair.

"Let's sit down and talk!"

Everyone sat down.

Bilic's expression was extremely heavy, which made the other three look at each other.

What's going on?

Bilic exhaled and said slowly; "First of all, I would like to ask Vansteak what is the winning percentage of the next game against Spain?"

"Win rate?" Vansteak was surprised; "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Bilic nodded; "Tell me honestly!"

Vansteak looked embarrassed and hesitated; "In fact, you can still fight, and the winning rate is not everything."

"How many percent, right? Without Srna and Kovac, will our backline be able to resist Spanish penetration? ”

Hearing this, Vansteak fell silent.

Look here, Davao. Suke waved his hand; "Hey! Man, take it easy, we just won. ”

Bilic looked at Davao. Suke said seriously; "Do you know what I'm most angry about?"

"Anger? Why the anger? "Davao. Suke was puzzled.

Bang!

Bilic slammed the table, got up angrily, and said loudly: "Just because of your attitude, as if you have completed the task, the top four!" It's just the Final Four, is that the end of it? ”

"Should the World Cup in Croatia end here?"

"Don't forget! How remorseful we were after we failed, how many nights we tossed and turned, and our heads were full of that game! Bilic's face was hideous, and he thumped his chest, excitedly; Regret! Unwilling! Uncomfortable! That breathless feeling, do you still want them to experience it again?! ”

Hearing this, Davao. Suke and Boban fell silent suddenly.

"Look at this damn schedule, those FIFA bastards are consuming us like commodities, auctioning! And we can't do anything, those bitches are consuming us, they trample on our honor, and at the moment when these kids are fighting to the death, those dog mongrels are counting the money and looking at us with mocking eyes! ”

"Knockout draws? Fuck stinky fart! Do you think this temporary addition is reasonable? Are we going to be consumed by them like this, and humiliated by them like this? ”

Bang bang bang!

Bilic slapped the table unwillingly and said loudly; 'We got to the last four because we could only play there, we had a limited level and we couldn't and couldn't go any further.

"But these kids are different!"

"They beat Argentina, Portugal, Germany, they reached the semi-finals, I don't say they were taken care of by FIFA, but at least they can't be a hindrance and design a bullshit schedule!"

Davao. Suke and Boban clenched their fists tightly.

Bilic looked at the two of them; "If you can still remember that remorse, then tell me and you will help them!"

"They shouldn't stop here, even if they lose this year, but this is their first World Cup, 2014, 2018!"

Bilic hysterical; "Can't Croatia lift a Hercules Cup?"

He roared unwillingly:

"There's hope!"

Davao. Suke and Boban's breathing became heavy.

They were silent for a moment and said, "What do you want to do?" ”

Call~~~~~~~

Bilic exhaled slowly, stabilizing his emotions.

He sat down again, straightened his clothes, and said earnestly; "First of all, I will remove the position of Croatian manager!"

"Huh?"

All three were stunned.

"Not really, right?" Davao. Suke grinned.

Bilic shook his head: "No! It's necessary, in fact, it's been tormenting me, I really want to be a good manager, but I can't be a thief of honor! ”

'If we can win against Spain, I'll step down as manager.'

'If we lose, I'll resign as well, and I'll make everything that happened during the European Championship public.'

With that, Bilic looked at Vansteak; "I give you back your honour and I hope you can bring more honour to Croatia!"

Vansteak was at a loss.

Things have turned out more than he expected.

Davao. Suke frowned; "There's no need, it's going to ruin you!"

If Croatian fans had known what had happened during the European Championships, Bilic would have been caught in a huge storm of public opinion.

"It's okay, I've already decided!" Bilic was very resolute.

See here, Davao. Su Ke knew with Boban that no matter how much he persuaded him, he couldn't persuade him to come back.

"Secondly."

Bilic quickly skipped the topic; "I need your help! No! It should be Suke, they need your help! ”

"Players are players, their job is to play well, but what is off the field, someone needs to fight for it!" Bilic pursed his lips and gritted his teeth; "At the very least, you can't be played by FIFA like this World Cup!"

Boban immediately understood.

"You want Davao to move towards FIFA?"

"Yes! Davao is fighting for the position of president of the Croatian Football Federation, and with his own connections and the support of Suker, Luka Modric and others, he can further develop towards UEFA, and then use this as a springboard to enter FIFA! “

Bilic looked at Davao. Sooke: "Davao! FIFA needs a Croatian voice! ”

"I, I. I." Davao. Su Ke looked at the eyes of the three and sighed helplessly; "All I can say is, try it as much as you can!"

Bilic nodded; "And Besic!"

"Becic?" The crowd was amazed.

Besic is the head coach of Dinamo Zagreb and a mentor to the likes of Suker and Luka Modric.

"I wondered, what exactly do we lack?" Bilic said in a deep voice; "In the end, I understand that we are too dependent on foreign things, I don't mean that Vansterjak is not good at coaching, but he brings us a Dutch tactical system, but we also need a local tactical system!"

"A tactical system that belongs to us, a key attribute that Croatia should have!"

With that, Bilic got up and bowed to Vansturak.

"I'm sorry, I still can't recommend you as a manager, I think the best Croatian coach is Becic!"

"A man who can fit in the dressing room of the Croatian national team, a man who is well versed in Croatian tactics and can synthesize Van Sted Yak's tactical thinking well!"

(End of chapter)