All-around center

Chapter 4 Don’t be dumped by me

The Bosnian Premier League started in 1997 and has a short history.

The Bosnia and Herzegovina Second Division only began to officially operate in 2000. It is currently the second Second Division and is still in the process of exploration. Therefore, the schedule is not so tight.

The game ended early in early April, and the players began their working lives after the holidays.

At the same time, it also has the standard of winter break. The entire schedule is not very stressful, which can be regarded as creating more rest time for these low-income players to coordinate their life and career.

The competition has now gone on for 11 rounds, and the entire schedule is already halfway through.

Mostar Rangers are ranked 4th in the standings, still far away from the promotion zone.

Sarajevo FC is in third place and is the opponent that Mostar Wanderers must defeat to upgrade.

"Keep an eye on the opponent's dwarf No. 9!"

Sarajevo FC captain Locke said fiercely to his newly joined teammates.

Bazel is a 22-year-old German who came to Bosnia and Herzegovina due to his parents' work and joined this club with his previous football foundation.

Bazel naturally has the rigor of a German, but looking at that 150-centimeter little boy, a series of black question marks also appeared in his head?
"He? Center? No. 9?"

Both the mini and thin figure and the baby-fat face give people a childish look.

There is a conceptual gap between this and his impression of those tall, strong, tough center candidates.

"Don't underestimate him, that guy scored eight goals in 11 games!"

Captain Locke said solemnly.

Hearing this, Bazel suddenly looked serious. The opponent's appearance was very confusing, but he was able to score 11 goals in 8 games, which in itself explains a lot.

After the players from both sides completed their final preparations, they walked onto the court under the leadership of three referees.

"Come on! Suk!"

"Let them see how awesome it is!"

"I'm waiting for news of your victory!"

"Come on! Warriors of Mostar!"

The fans at the scene were still very enthusiastic. Although there were only more than 200 people, they made the entire stadium extremely lively.

Su Ke followed the tall team members at the back. Visually, the entire team seemed to have gaps.

In the process of high-fiving, Bazel looked at the guy with his head raised and his fist raised, with doubts still on his face.

How did this guy score a goal?Eight more were scored!
Bazel didn't understand. Are the entire Bosnia and Herzegovina second division just rookies?Let this little Douding score a goal?
After reaching his own half, Mlinar bumped Suk's head with his shoulder and said with a smile: "That guy looks confused."

Su Ke pursed his lips: "After all, I am very different from traditional centers."

Mlinar smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will pass the ball to you."

Suk nodded gently.

He took a deep breath, looked forward, and whispered softly: "Bless me, Master Jiu!"

"Here! Pass the ball!"

"Give it to me! Give it to me!"

"Shovel it out!!!"

The competition is extremely fierce, not in terms of rhythm, but in terms of confrontation.

The pace of the game is not fast, the speed of advancing and passing the ball is not fast, and there are many problems in the transition between offense and defense.

But the key is that these people really dare to shovel!
Whenever he is passed or there is a threatening attack, he will definitely make a tackle, and in many cases he will not go for the ball, but to overturn the person holding the ball.

This is also the characteristic of the Bosnia and Herzegovina League!

If the Premier League is the most competitive league, the Bosnia and Herzegovina League is definitely the most brutal league.

Faced with this kind of tackle, the referee will not waver at all.

boom!
Mlinar and Locke fought fiercely.

As the captains of both sides, the two showed no intention of retreating from the competition for the ball, and took the initiative to confront each other.

This time the ball was squeezed by the opponent and flew out.

However, the two did not stay where they were, but continued to chase the ball for a second confrontation.

boom! !

This time, the two people's feet collided hard. The sound of bones hitting each other made everyone around them grin and feel pain in their feet. However, the two people continued to limp and chase. The ball has no intention of admitting defeat.

Finally, the ball flew to the feet of Mostar full-back Kotic. Kotic passed it along the wing to his teammates in front. At the same time, Suker also moved towards that side.

Seeing Su Ke move, Bazel immediately followed.

Su Ke turned his back to the attacker, and he could feel the presence of Bazel behind him. At this moment, Su Ke suddenly started, turning around and rushing forward behind him.

Bazel also turned around subconsciously, but he quickly reacted.

"wrong!"

Bazel secretly shouted inwardly, this dwarf was attracting his attention.

Sure enough, the opponent's midfielder pushed the ball towards the center, trying to play a scalpel through ball.

But Bazzel was not led away by Su Ke and just blocked the passing channel, intercepting the ball steadily.

"Well done! Bazel!"

His teammates encouraged him loudly, and Bazzel calmly passed the ball to the full-back on the other side.

At this time, he saw Su Ke walking back slowly.

Bazel looked at Su Ke, and Su Ke looked at Bazel.

The two looked at each other, and Su Ke could see the growing confusion in Bazelle's eyes, as if to say, 'Has this guy really scored 8 goals?' '

"Yes, I've been in!"

Suk said.

Bazel was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Su Ke cruised towards the left, and Bazel immediately followed.The two were still talking while running.

"I've seen that look in your eyes many times." Suk turned around and said nonchalantly: "But they were all defeated by me."

Bazel frowned slightly: "That's because you didn't meet me."

Suk shrugged and said nothing.

At this time, the two sides were still fighting in the midfield. There was no change in their offensive routines, as if they were all in trouble.

But this is the norm in lower leagues!
The game process in the lower leagues is very rigid. This is mainly due to the limitations of the players and their inability to play the complex offensive routines of the higher leagues.

For this reason, for these low-level league teams, they all have a set of tactics that are applicable to them and are used to death.

Mostar Rangers used to be a passing team.

Based on the team's most powerful Mlinar as the core, they constantly pass and advance the ball, waiting for opportunities to find loopholes and score goals.

But this kind of meticulous tactics is very difficult for teams in lower leagues to complete.

The uneven ability of the players determines whether they can pass the ball and control the ball.

But Mostar Wanderers have no choice. They don't have a strong scoring point in the frontcourt, and they don't have a strong defensive point in the backcourt. They also have a big colander. This is really difficult.

This also caused Mostar Rangers to hover in the middle of the second division and have been unable to improve. It was not until Suker joined that the situation gradually eased.

"Sook!"

Mlinar suddenly roared.

Suk also turned around and sprinted again, but the next second, Mlinar passed the ball to the gap on the wing.

"pretty!!"

The fans at the scene suddenly shouted loudly.

Mlinar is a little older, but his passing skills are still very solid. This kind of penetrating passing
Just when everyone expected Mostar Wanderers winger Vitolic to catch up with the ball and complete the goal, a figure suddenly came out from the side, and a clean sliding tackle directly shoveled the ball out of the sideline.

The entire stadium fell silent.

This kind of accurate judgment on the placement of the pass and the clean sliding tackle defense really make people feel a great sense of oppression.

After Bazel stood up, he roared angrily to vent his inner excitement.

In his opinion, this tackle was also very exciting and timely.

"I see!"

Bazel suddenly said to Su Ke: "You are the bait!"

Su Ke looked over in confusion.

Bazell said with confidence: "You are a decoy, so you will not directly participate in the attack. The wing is your most threatening point of advancement, and No. 8 is the initiator of your attack. You may have actually scored." 8 goals, your shooting skills may be really good, but as long as the connection between you and your teammates is cut off, then you are no longer a threat.”

Bazel seemed to have seen through the truth, his face full of confidence.

To him, this just made sense.

After all, what impact can a 150cm thin short center have? The game has been going on for 20 minutes, and this guy has not even had a chance to touch the ball.

To put it bluntly, this guy is a bait to confuse the defense, and the real advancement work is initiated from the wing.

Suk looked at the other person and blinked: "Do you think I'm easy to deal with?"

Bazell shrugged: "In Germany, people of your height have already said goodbye to football."

Su Ke was silent for a moment and suddenly reminded: "You must keep an eye on me and don't let me throw you away."

Bazel wanted to say, 'How can this be done if we throw it away? ', but after thinking about it, it seemed a bit childish, and he didn't need to be as knowledgeable as a bluffing guy.

Anyway, he has seen through the offensive nature of Mostar Rangers, and then it is easy to defend.

At this time, from the sidelines, Oripe narrowed his eyes: "They started to ignore Suker."

"It's hard to keep an eye on him." Rosen, Mostar's only substitute defender, shrugged: "A dwarf, a dwarf who can't even see his figure when he raises his head, will always be ignored."

Oripe nodded in agreement.

At this point, Rosen continued: "But he's deadly!"

During the game, Mostar's offense came to the left, and Sarajevo FC's overall defense also tended to the left.

Bazel glanced at Su Ke beside him and found that this guy didn't make much movement.

"Have you given up?"

Bazel didn't know what the other party was thinking, but at this time, he needed to pay more attention to Mlinar.

This is the biggest threat to Mostar.

But he didn't see that the dwarf who had been beside him was slowly retreating, and he unknowingly opened a distance of nearly 4 meters from him.

At the same time, Mlinar also passed the ball past a defensive player and then picked the ball on the spot.

Watching the ball flying over his head, Bazelle subconsciously moved to the left, trying to get in position to disturb Suker on the one hand, and calling the goalkeeper to catch the ball on the other.

But he found that he had not touched Suk's body.

When he turned around to look, Suk had already appeared behind him and took the lead in reaching the ball's landing point.

"when?!!--"

Bazel was shocked.

The fans cheered suddenly.

At this time, Suk had begun to slow down and adjust the frequency of his feet. During this period, he also glanced at the goalkeeper's position.

When the ball fell, he had no intention of stopping the ball. He jumped straight on his feet and hit the ball hard.

The ball was forced to fly quickly towards the near point, showing a straight line, and flew into the goal while grazing the near point goal post.

After Suker scored, he turned his head and glanced at the dull Bazeer, as if to say something else.
'I said, don't be dumped by me! '

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