All-around center

Chapter 13 Luca, you came so early!

"That guy definitely plays professionally and at a very high level."

Mlinar came over, looked at Modric's leaving back and said.

Suk turned around and smiled: "How do you say that?"

"I can't keep up at all!"

Mlinar shook his head and said; "His passing ideas are very clear, which is a quality he has developed in professional games all year round. What's more, when he handles the ball, he is very quick and rarely lowers his head, and he is observing the whole process."

"I observed that he made eight observations while receiving and passing the ball."

Su Ke was surprised: "Do you still have time to see these?"

"No way!" Mlinar shrugged: "My head can't keep up with the rhythm, so I have to play without my head. When I see people, I can pass the ball accurately."

Su Ke smiled and gave a thumbs up and said, "A very good method."

Mlinar asked in the direction of the stadium entrance; "Do you know who that guy is?"

Suk smiled; "It's easy to guess."

"You really know?" Mlinar was surprised.

Suk shook his head; "You are so slow. There are only so many people in the entire town of Mostar, and there are even fewer young people. Only two of these young people can kick the ball like that!"

"Which two?" Mlinar was very considerate.

Suker clasped his fingers and said, "One is the Croatian genius currently playing for Zlinjski Mostar."

Mlinar responded: "Luka Modric? Well, I have watched his game, but his talent is enviable. Is there another person?"

Suk pointed to himself.

Mlinar tilted his head: "What do you mean?"

Suk was angry: "Me! There is another one like me!"

Mlinar was stunned.

Su Ke rolled his eyes at this guy angrily, but unexpectedly the guy said something.
"You said he was Modric?"

Suk's eyes widened. Is this the point?

Shouldn't you praise me?
I saw Mlinar touching his chin and thinking thoughtfully: "Let me just say, his ability has exceeded this level. If he was serious, he would have killed us long ago."

"Hey!" Su Ke waved his hand and said, "My performance is also very good!"

Mlinar ignored it and continued to sigh; "It's so comfortable to play with him, it feels like I don't have to worry about it."

Suk didn't want to talk anymore and turned around to leave.

On the other side, Modric has returned to the club's dormitory.

After taking off the hood of his sportswear, his hair lay softly on his scalp, and his body was slightly sweaty.

Although it feels a little sticky, it feels more comfortable inside.

Yes!

He played a very comfortable game of football.

Although it was a six-man team, the overall cooperation made him feel happy that he had not seen for a long time.

This is something that cannot be given to him at the club.

Although he also tried hard to play this kind of football in the club, it was always difficult to achieve.

He didn't know where the problem was.

However, this experience made him a little shaken
Maybe he really should make some changes.

Arriving at the desk, Modric picked up a pen and paper and began to write vigorously. Perhaps because of his inner excitement, the pen in his hand became very fast, as if dancing on the paper.

"Dear teacher, in my last letter I expressed the plight of the team. I don't understand why they can't understand my thoughts and intentions. This makes us always miss opportunities and the games I once dreamed of become worse. When I got up, I had complained about my teammates and questioned the head coach, but today, I found that maybe that was not the case."

Modric adjusted his sitting posture, recalled the scene of the game, and continued writing.

"This was a very magical experience. It was a group of strangers. It was the first time for me to meet them, and we had never trained together, but it was such a group that could always perform well that made me happy. I really enjoy the feeling of passing the ball back and forth, and at the same time penetrating the opponent's defense, using the pass! Using teamwork to tear apart the opponent's defense."

“I met an interesting guy there”

As he wrote this, a smile appeared on Modric's lips.

A week later, a two-story single-family house in Zagreb, the capital of Croatia.

In a yard surrounded by plants, a middle-aged man of about 40 years old is sitting on a lounge chair, holding a letter in his hand and reading it patiently. Occasionally, a smile will appear at the corner of his mouth.

"The first time we met was on the ancient bridge in Mostar. He was beating two iron basins to attract attention and was going to charge money for a diving performance. To be honest, it was not the diving season at that time. I doubted that he was He is a liar, but what is surprising is that he actually jumped, and I admire his courage."

"Then during a running training, I bumped into their team training again. It turned out that the guy was also a professional player and was currently playing in Bosnia and Herzegovina's second division league. He was only 150 centimeters tall and looked extremely short, but he But he is the top scorer in the second division, which is really interesting."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man looked slightly surprised, and even said, 'Oh? 'The movement.

Obviously, this was beyond his comprehension.

Out of interest, the middle-aged man continued reading, thinking that the following was all about the little boy.

"The guy said he is a forward-penetrating center. I don't know exactly what it is, but his passing, vision, and overall view are all very good. He is about the same as me!"

This time, the middle-aged man straightened his back slightly, showing that he was really interested.

As a coach who has trained Modric since childhood, he knows very well what kind of talent Modric has.

The most critical thing is his vision and overall view as a top midfielder.

Modric's interpretation of the little boy also surprised him.

A center who is 150 centimeters tall and has top-notch vision and overall talent?

The middle-aged man grinned slightly, wondering how he was raised as a freak.

Under the letter, Modric introduced their passing cooperation process in detail. The details are also very detailed, making it feel like being there.Even in order to express it more concretely, Modric also drew a dynamic diagram of tactical movement.

The middle-aged man looked at the crooked tactical dynamic diagram with relish, while also sketching the game in his mind.

I have to say that Modric's feeling is correct.

This little guy's running position is just right. There is nothing outstanding or inferior. He just stands in the most stable position and follows the rhythm of the pass.

If combined with excellent dribbling and good speed, he will be a good prospect for the attacking midfielder.

Only 150cm tall.
The middle-aged man shook his head slightly.

This is really a flaw.

Although the midfielder position in football does not take height into consideration, 150 centimeters is indeed too short.

"It should still be growing!" the middle-aged man murmured and continued to look down at the letter.

In the letter, after Modric spoke at length, he began to express his position again.

"Teacher, I really want to go home, but not in this way, but as a winner. I will prove it to them! At the same time, it also proves that the teacher is the right one, I promise! I love you. Luca!"

The letter ended here. The middle-aged man put down the letter and exhaled slowly.

"Letter from Luca?"

In the room, a woman came out with two cups of coffee, handed one cup over, and immediately sat across from him and sighed, "He is only 16 years old. The Mostucci brothers have gone too far."

The middle-aged man sneered; "They want to eliminate my influence in Dinamo Zagreb as much as possible."

The woman sighed: "They are spreading rumors in the media, aren't you going to fight back?"

"No need to fight back! Results will prove everything!" Besic, a middle-aged man who is also the former head coach of Dinamo Zagreb, said confidently; "They are helping me clean the team. I am very happy to see someone willing to serve as this The role of a villain.”

Woman: “But they also want the team for themselves!”

Besic waved his hand; "How can it be so easy, just relying on two idiots? They know nothing about football. They may be a good speaker, but they are definitely not a qualified coach. The results will speak for themselves. Once they have destroyed the club, it will be time for me to rebuild."

"So how long is the wait?"

"About one season!" Besic's tone was a little uncertain.

The woman sighed again; "I have pity on that child Luca. He has to stay alone in Bosnia and Herzegovina for a season. He is not a social person and I don't know if he will be bullied."

"He's doing well." Besic picked up the letter and smiled and said, "It seems he has made a friend."

The woman said in surprise, "Really? This is really good news."

"Okay, it's time for us to attend the banquet tonight. Even though you are no longer the head coach, these connections still need to be maintained, and Mr. Most still supports you strongly. We should express our gratitude."

Listening to the woman's words, Besic smiled bitterly and said, "A banquet? I really don't like this kind of thing."

"Stop whining, it's time for us to try on dresses."

After saying that, he dragged Besic into the house.

On the dining table in the yard, the letters were pressed under the coffee cups, shaking gently in the breeze.

A ranch in the town of Mostar on Tuesday.

"Luka, you came so early!"

Modric tilted his head and looked at Suk, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Suker sat directly next to Modric and began to put on sneakers.

Modric came back to his senses and said nervously, "How do you know who I am?"

"It's easy to guess!" Suk pointed to the surroundings and said, "Everyone here knows it."

Modric; "!!!"

I saw Mlinar raising his hand first to say hello: "Good afternoon, Modric."

"Hello, Luca!"

"Your passing was great!"

"I watched your game last week."

"It's a pity, there was a chance to win!"

"Sarajevo is also very strong, Tolister's performance was too strong."

"Come on! Win them next time, warriors of Mostar! Hahaha!"

Modric is obviously a little confused.

At this time, Su Ke stood up fully dressed and tugged on the hood of his long coat and said, "Take it off, it's very hot!"

Modric was silent.

Suk was curious; "Why do you keep wearing this dress? Is there any special significance?"

Modric was silent for a long time, and then he said in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "I feel safe this way."

"What?" Su Ke didn't hear clearly.

Modric quickly said: "I like wearing this suit."

"Okay." Su Ke nodded. Su Ke also understood personal quirks. It was a matter of personality.

"Get ready!" Su Ke stretched out his palm and smiled; "The party is about to start."

Modric perked up, stretched out his hand, and the two gave a gentle high-five!
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