All-around center

Chapter 40
Banja Luka Fighters, a Serbian-dominated football club located in Banja Luka, the second largest city in Bosnia and Herzegovina.

Their home stadium is called City Stadium, a stadium located in the center of Banja Luka.

The entire stadium is larger than the Zhilinsky Stadium. It is announced that it has 30000 seats. It has seating stands on both sides with about 5000 seats. The east and west sides are in the standing area.

But this is also easy to understand. After all, Zhilinsky Stadium only has 1000 seats, but it is also claimed to be able to accommodate 20000 people.

The Banja Luka Warriors have a better market, with an average attendance of around 1500.

Of course, this is also compared to the dismal attendance of Mostar Zlinyiski, which cannot be compared with the attendance of tens of thousands in other leagues, especially the five major leagues.

Mostar Zliniski's players entered through the side entrance.

They need to cross the pitch and then enter the dressing room from the tunnel.

For this reason, when they entered the stadium, nearly 1500 fans of the Banja Luka Warriors gave them a fierce 'cheers'.

Hush! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The sky was full of boos, accompanied by waves of abuse and humiliation.

"Ke Zhu! You are a stupid pig, you will fail here!"

"The Banja Luka warriors will kick your heads off!"

"Disgusting Croat bastards, get out!"

Along the way, the ferocious Serb fans used their most humiliating language to insult Mostar Zlinijski's players.

Especially as Mostar Zlinyiski's offensive arrow, Kosopech bears the brunt.

However, Kosopeci still looked sleepy, as if he was used to it.

"They're screaming because they're afraid of me."

Kosopech yawned and grinned: "In one game, I scored 4 goals at their home court. How much they hate me means how much they fear me."

Kosopeci looked proud.

Suk followed Kosopech. He tried his best to downplay his presence, but he was still caught out.

"Damn Croat kid, you will know what hell is here! Go to hell! All Croat people should go to hell!"

A middle-aged man who was as fat as a ball fired towards Su Ke.

Su Ke was stunned for a moment, turned around and clenched his fists and cursed: "Idiot! Which of your eyes looks like a Croat to me?"

Under Suk's standard oriental face, he actually said he was a Croat kid. These guys are really stupid.

Suk is both spirited and funny.

As the team crossed the court, the boos and insults were repeated all the way.

After they entered the player tunnel, it finally became a lot cleaner.

"These idiots!"

Suk couldn't help but curse.

"Don't pay too much attention to them, these guys are just a bunch of losers." Kosopeci laughed: "They not only scolded us, but also scolded the home team for no reason."

Su Ke was stunned for a moment.

"Is the home team scolding you?"

Soon, there was a burst of curses outside.

"Zakavic, don't think about things with your pig head, just put the shovel in! Is it okay to put the shovel in?"

"Luka Okic, you coward, start running, where is your speed? Idiot!"

"Vranjelic, we have an idiot striker!"

Soon, Suker saw a group of Banja Luka Warriors players running into the tunnel in despair.

They also looked like they dared to be angry but dared not speak out.

After all, these are our own fans, no matter how harsh the insults are, they are still our own.

Su Ke: "."

What a group of fans with crazy mentality.

Players from both sides came to the locker room, changed into training clothes, and began to warm up.

Still facing boos and abuse, these fans seemed not to come to watch the game, but to vent their anger.

Sukdu was curious as to what happened to these people who fell to the ground and were so dissatisfied with life.

When Su Ke picked up the ball, it was the fat fan who slapped him again.

Unable to bear it, Su Ke directly showed the 'international greeting sign'.

"Go eat shit, you stupid pig!"

Su Ke cursed, turned around and ran away immediately.

The fat fan was stunned for a moment, his whole body turned red as if red-hot, and he fired more violently at Su Ke.

Su Ke stopped paying attention to this. After completing the warm-up, he followed the team back to the locker room.

"Today's game may involve a lot of action on the opposite side. On the one hand, we must ensure the overall rhythm, and on the other hand, we must try not to get injured." After that, Van Steyak looked at Suker and said, "You are starting for the first time today, and today The intensity of the competition will be very high. You have to learn to protect yourself and take into account the distribution of physical fitness at the same time. Do you understand?"

Su Ke nodded immediately; "Understood!"

"Okay!" Van Stryak clapped his hands; "Let's take three points away from here!"

"Come on, boys."

Under the leadership of captain Kish, everyone walked out of the locker room one after another.

As the center, Su Ke naturally stands in the last position.

For this reason, when they came to the players' tunnel, the referee looked at the queue of Mostar Zlinyiski and asked, "Why is there one less!" when counting the number of people?

"it's here!"

Suker turned sideways so that he could be seen by the referee.

The referee looked at Su Ke, who was less than 160 centimeters tall, and was stunned for a moment before nodding, saying that he saw it.

At the same time, the Banja Luka Warriors players on the other side also looked at Suker.

This short Suk, wearing jersey No. 99 of Mostar Zlinyiski, really surprised and curious them.

"He should be the No. 99 the coach mentioned, right?"

Luka Okic said towards center Franjelic.Franelic looked at Su Ke curiously and said, "Doesn't it feel like a deterrent?"

"It may be deceptive." Luka Okic continued; "But the head coach said that this little guy is good at forward penetration, is very fast, and has good passing ability."

Vranjelic said with a look of disapproval; "The center should score goals, pass whatever ball!"

After that, he shouted to the central defender in front; "Zakavic, there is a 150cm center opposite, please be careful."

This sentence made the players of the Banja Luka Warriors burst into laughter.

150 centimeters is small enough, and he is also a center, which makes it even more ridiculous.

"156 cm!"

Suk said suddenly.

Franielic blinked, and he saw Su Ke looking straight at him.

"Are you talking to me?"

"That's right." Su Ke said seriously; "It's 156 centimeters, and..."

Suk grinned and showed his white teeth.

"I'll kick your ass!"

puff!
Kish, who was in the front row, couldn't help laughing, and immediately said loudly: "Guys, did you hear what our center meant?"

"I heard that!" Masovich looked at Franjelic and shouted; "A guy who didn't grab a single high point in the game under my defense, I don't know where he got his confidence!"

Franielich's face suddenly darkened.

Kish raised his arms and shouted: "Kick them!"

"Kick them!!!!——"

Everyone shouted in unison.

Players from both sides began to enter the stadium, and the boos on the scene came one after another. It was not even possible to tell whether it was the visiting team or the home team.

Anyway, there were only boos in the audience, not any cheers.

Looking at the sweet-smelling fans around him, Suk felt for some reason that the players of the Banja Luka Warriors were a little pitiful.

These people definitely lack love, after all, even their fans don't want to see them.

Both sides came to their own half, and the game was ready to start at any time.

Banja Luka Warriors took the lead.

Suk took a deep breath, adjusted himself, and was ready to rush out at any time.

beep!
When the whistle sounded and the Banja Luka warriors kicked off the ball, Suker ran forward quickly like a little cheetah.

At the same time, the Banja Luka Warriors players also kept passing the ball back.

Banja Luka Warriors central defender, Zakavic had just stopped the ball, and Suker had already reached him.

"So fast!"

Zakavic immediately pulled the ball and turned around. Suker quickly moved forward and stretched out his foot to poke the ball out.

Suk could feel his toes lightly touching the ball, but he failed to intercept the ball.

"pity!"

Su Ke shook his head. He no longer ran, but was stuck in the back line.

But interestingly, the Banja Luka Warriors fans in the stands quit.

"Grudge! Can you pass the ball happily!"

"Pass the ball! Are you waiting for the opponent to steal the ball?"

"Zakavich is just a heavy bear!"

Suk looked at Zakavic with a strange face, as if these fans hated him.

Zakawicz's face was gloomy, holding back his anger.

The game had just begun, and the Banja Luka warriors were not in a hurry, pouring the ball while looking for opportunities to move forward.

As for Mostar Zlinyiski, after they set up their defensive positions, they were not in a hurry to press.

The game entered a trial phase at the beginning.

Su Ke has been stuck in the back line looking for opportunities, and at the same time he is constantly sizing up Zakavic.

Ok!how to say?

I always feel that this central defender is quite busy.

The ball was passed back to Zakavich's feet again, and he gently unloaded the ball with the arch of his feet. He immediately connected with a fake pass from the left, deceiving Suker to the left, and then moved to the other side.

This is a very pleasing technical action, but from the mouth of Banja Luka Warriors fans, it is not the same.

"Asshole! What a fake move!"

"You're a central defender! Get the ball out quickly!"

"Fuck your fake moves, if you don't know how to kick, get off here!"

The fans in the stands kept cursing, and Zakavic's face became increasingly ugly.

Another aerial battle for the top, Zakavic quickly positioned himself to complete the damage.

Fans: "Ugly action!"

Zachavich couldn't stand it any longer.

After completing the rescue, he turned to the stands and raised his middle finger, roaring: "Shut up! Disgusting guy, your mouth is full of stinky shit!"

Immediately, the fans of the Banja Luka Warriors cheered even more.

Suk stared dumbfounded at Zakawicz's tricks.

On the one hand, you have to look after yourself, and on the other hand, you have to confront the fans.

Kick the ball and curse in the stands, it’s so smooth!

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(End of this chapter)