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Suker sat next to Olipe, and the two chatted while watching the game.
"Thierry Henry has a big impact on the defense, but I think Bergkamp is the key to Arsenal's performance."
Olipe got straight to the point with one sentence.
Bergkamp, known as the "Prince of Ice" during his time at Arsenal, took the initiative to step back from the striker role after Arsène Wenger's transformation and became a full-back.
A full-back and a winger are two different concepts.
The winger is in the same offensive line as the center-forward, meaning in the same position, and the task of holding the ball is the same as the center-forward's, breaking through the wing, moving along the touchline, all in service of scoring goals.
This is also the most popular winger position today, and it's called the "white boot," an old name. The touchline used to be painted with white dust, and the wingers would dye their boots white when running along the sideline, hence the name.
Arjen Robben, Franck Ribery, and the future Kylian Mbappé are all examples of such players.
Compared to wingers, full-backs have more responsibilities.
Although there's still a need to attack and shoot for goals, the emphasis isn't as much as on wingers, and full-backs must do more to respond to attacks, even leading the attack and organizing the tandem.
In defense, they also need to retreat aggressively.
In terms of positioning, they tend to stay behind the center-forward, closing the gap with the midfield, forming a closer passing link.
At that moment, Bergkamp was obviously playing in the full-back position, which gave Suker many insights into the full-back position.
Arsenal's attack was still very fluid and compact, while Liverpool relied on excessively aggressive attacks, which seemed a bit lacking.
Taking advantage of this period of time, Arsenal began to attack continuously.
At this point, the overall pressure from Arsenal's forwards continued to cause problems for Liverpool, and their penetrating passes made Liverpool even more dizzy.
"Beautiful!"
Olipe observed Arsenal's smooth passing, squinted his eyes, and sighed: "When will we be able to play football like this?"
Suker turned his head to look at Olipe and said, "We can try."
Olipe replied: "We only have one central point, and to put it bluntly, Mlinar alone can't sustain this type of fluid attack. Overall, there are too few people involved in the ball."
"Lawson is really good at holding the ball at the back; he can form a link with Mlinar, and I can also drop back into the center to participate in the build-up and attack!"
Suker's face was serious.
On the other hand, Olipe seemed surprised and said: "You? Dropping back? Organizing?"
Suker had always played as an attacker, a sneaky forward, the type of player who turns chances into goals.
And now this guy was going to take the initiative to drop back and organize.
"Trust me! That's what I did when I was at the academy, and we want to play more and also free up Mlinar's offensive capabilities."
For a long time, Mlinar had been somewhat sacrificed to provide Suker with goal-scoring security.
He didn't take the initiative to participate in the attack, attract the opponent's defense, drag to the side, and respond, etc.
Now, Suker said that he could exchange roles with Mlinar, or swing from side to side.
"The overall attack can make the opponent's defense more chaotic, not just me attacking their defense, but the overall forward pressure, relying on the numerical advantage to play a quick counterattack. As for goal-scoring work, Mlinar and I can do it, and it can also create more opportunities for our wingers."
After hearing this, Olipe stopped watching the game, turned his head, and said, "You want to play as a 'false nine'?"
Suker was surprised and asked: "Do you know about the 'false nine'?"
Olipe was speechless; this guy really thinks he's a dry snack. Although he didn't have a coaching license, he had been through many coaching training sessions.
The reason Olipe said that Suker should play as a 'false nine' is because Suker couldn't play as a 'false nine.'
Both the 'false nine' and the 'nine and a half' need to drop deep from the center.
The number nine represents the center, but both the false nine and the nine and a half stretch out from their traditional center duties.
The false nine needs to be more of a support point, using their physical confrontation to help teammates cutting forward to create passing opportunities.
But Suker couldn't play like that; his small body couldn't handle the impact.
So, once he drops back, he needs to push forward again and drop back completely.
The 'nine and a half' is where Suker fits.
But again, that's the issue.
How was Suker's death?
Up until now, Olipe hadn't paid much attention to Suker's passing and playmaking—maybe he really could?
In fact, this was a shortcut to improve the overall quality of the team.
"Try it tomorrow!"
Olipe was decisive.
Suker immediately nodded with enthusiasm.
The two then began watching the game again, as the match between Arsenal and Liverpool was still very intense.
Olipe limited himself to watching the game and enjoying the thrill of the action.
Suker, on the other hand, looked beyond the game itself and gazed at the land where football reigned.
Battling among the best leagues, big teams, and strong squads.
All of this was stirring Suker's nerves, and this was also the stage of his dreams.
In the end, after 90 minutes, Arsenal defeated Liverpool 2-1 and took the win at home thanks to a wonderful play by the Prince of Ice, Bergkamp, in the midfield.
After watching the game, the two returned directly to their room to prepare to go to bed. After all, they still had things to do tomorrow.
Nothing was said the whole night.
The next day, Suker got up early, and after a quick wash, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a small iron pot, turned around, and ran out of the room.
The morning in Mostar was peaceful.
Birds perched on tree branches and sang, and the weather today was exceptionally good, with no clouds, and the sun shining across the land.
Suker's steps were much lighter as he hummed a tune and bounced along to reach a ranch.
Walking through the ranch's gate, he arrived at a hut where an old man with a thick beard was milking cows.
"Grandfather Kevich, bring me a pot of milk."
The elderly man named Kevich looked at Suker, didn't say much, took the small bowl from Suker, and dipped it into the bucket of milk beneath the cow, returning it to him.
Suker carefully took the bowl and didn't dare be careless, as if he couldn't waste a single drop.
Kevich stood up, patted his sore back, looked at Suker, and smiled. "Little Suker, why haven't you grown up yet? I'm waiting to announce you with me."
Suker's attention was on the iron bowl, and he casually said, "I'll grow up, I'll grow up and won't charge you any backup fees when the time comes."
Kevich couldn't help but laugh heartily.
For this Asian boy, who was also from Croatia, Kevich cared for him deeply. Suker was given milk for free, and from time to time, they invited him to eat some meat to supplement his nutrition.
Both Kevich and Suker had lived through those turbulent years and knew the pain of those times very well.
Kevich lost his family in the war, and his grandson was separated in the process.
Kevich was kind to Suker, and maybe he was praying that someone would treat his wandering grandson as he treated Suker.
Suker held the milk bowl while walking slowly back to Olipe's house.
When he entered the kitchen, he poured the milk into a clean pot. The freshly squeezed milk was fresh, but it still needed to be boiled before drinking.
When the milk boiled, Suker took it out again.
Suker took slices of bread from the fridge to heat them up, dipped them in tomato sauce, and began his breakfast with milk.
When he finished eating, Suker jumped off the table and approached a pillar in the room.
There were three marks on the pillar, and the space between these three sections was very small, only 1-2 centimeters, and the third section was obviously a bit deeper.
It seemed this was used to measure height.
Suker stood with his back to the pillar.
He kept his legs together, his chest upright, and looked up, trying to reach the highest point above his head to make one more stretch.
When Suker turned his head in expectation, he found that his palm was stuck exactly in the deepest part of the third section.
"I haven't grown!"
Suker was a little deflated but quickly slapped his cheek and regained his spirits.
After all, such setbacks weren't new to him.
Suker still firmly believed that he would grow, but it would be later.
Olipe dreamed of standing on the bench at Highbury Stadium, enjoying the admiration and cheers of thousands of people in the field.
He gained fame, money, and beauty.
At the moment he was about to spend the night with a beautiful model, suddenly a great commotion happened.
BOOM!
"Get up! Get up!"
Suker crashed into Olipe's room.
At that moment, Olipe woke up, transitioning from sleep mode to reality. The chaos in his eyes gradually cleared, and he immediately began to show a trace of anger, looking at Suker.
"Little stinky ghost! I'm going to kill you!"
Olipe was furious, and Suker was quick to react, turning and fleeing without a trace.
How could Olipe's fat figure keep up? He finally gasped against the wall and looked at Suker.
Finally, Olipe snorted heavily and yawned.
—What time is it?
Suker: "7 a.m."
Olipe fell into a moment of silence.
—Is it Saturday?
"Yes!"
"Is the training session today at 2 p.m.?"
"Yes!"
Olipe fell silent again, and the next second, the room erupted again.
"Die! Little stinky ghost, I'm going to kill you today and avenge my Saturday!"
Cracking,
Olipe's room became very 'lively' early in the morning.
End of this chapter