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Whistle!
The ball crashed onto the field and Suker scored with a brilliant lob.
"Beautiful!"
Mlinar couldn't help but shout.
It was a connection between Suker and Modric, a combination of pass and run.
A well-placed forward cut by Suker combined with a through pass from Luka Modric made the goal a reality.
The goal also made Modric look back at Suker in surprise.
Earlier, Suker had said his ability to cut forward was good, and Modric hadn't paid much attention to it at the time.
But it was now proven with this goal.
But besides that, Suker was always able to shake off defenders, which was also a very good skill.
"That's all for today!"
Olipe clapped and shouted.
Everyone walked toward the benches, one after the other.
Suker took off his shirt, wiped a handful of sweat off indifferently, then grabbed two bowls of water from a nearby bucket and handed one of them to Modric.
"If you're on our team, you could definitely rise to the first division or even the Super League."
Modric took the cup and stayed silent, apparently unsure of how to respond.
Suker smiled. "This Saturday, our league ends, and we need to prepare for work after the match."
Luka Modric looked surprised. "The end of the league? So soon?"
It was only mid-April, and the league was ending.
Clearly, Modric was unaware of the peculiarities of Bosnia and Herzegovina's second division.
After Suker explained again, Modric understood, nodded slightly, and then stopped talking.
Suker didn't say anything further, still eagerly looking forward to Saturday's final.
In addition to experimenting with his current skills and new tactics, he was also impressed by the post-match gacha opportunities and the abundant season bonus gachas.
From the last experience, Season Bonus Gacha tends to give out some good cards.
—"How are you now?"
—Suker asked casually.
Modric stayed silent for a moment. "There's no chance of competing for titles this season."
Mostar Zlinski isn't in great shape right now. They're under pressure from FC Sarajevo, the capital's team, the points gap is too large, and there's no hope of competing for the title.
—"And you?"
Suker continued.
Luka Modric: "I'll try my best, and next season should be better."
The words suggested that Modric wasn't doing very well.
Suker nodded. "Don't worry."
At that moment, Olipe stood in front of the cart and signaled to Suker, saying, "It's time for us to leave."
Suker immediately shouted, "Right now!"
After that, he turned to Modric and smiled. "I'm off, I have to go work in a bit. If you have time, you can come watch our match."
Then, without waiting for Modric to respond, he turned around and ran off.
Modric watched as Suker jumped into the van, which disappeared from view in a cloud of dust.
Modric then said softly, "Saturday?"
Finding a job is particularly difficult, especially for minors like Suker.
There's a mechanic shop around Mostar, and there are recruitment ads, but this type of work belongs to the sweet and easy pastry business, and it's not Suker's turn at all, and the locals rush to get in.
For Suker, the type of work that doesn't require a contract is the best option, what's called black market work.
Mostar's economy isn't very productive and is largely dominated by tourism.
Over the course of a year, Suker tried his luck working as a tour guide, port worker, dishwasher, waiter, and even a street artist.
Anyway, he's done every job that can earn money, but it's still hard to make ends meet and live a tight life.
But fortunately, many restaurants have been hiring recently, after all, the World Cup is approaching, and the main bars will become a must-visit for the locals.
For example, the goalkeeper for Mostar Rangers, Bakech, has already started converting his shop into a bar.
However, the modification process is quite practical.
Knock, knock!
The sound of nails being hammered.
With two nails in his mouth, a hammer in his hand, and gloves on his hands, Suker sat on the other side of the beam, mounting a TV pole onto a support pole.
Breaking the last three nails completely, Suker shouted down, "How's the angle?"
Bakchi turned his head from left to right, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Very good."
Suker laughed. "I was an apprentice to Mlinar!"
As the only carpenter in town, Mlinar has excellent skills and is well-recognized by the locals.
And Suker went there to work.
Holding his hands and moving his hips towards the load-bearing pillar, Suker held the pillar with both hands and skillfully went down.
Bang!
Suker clapped and said, "I'll help with the renovation for free, don't forget your promise to hire me for work during the World Cup."
"Got it! Got it!" Bakchi casually responded and then pointed at the door; "The exterior chandelier is also installed, and then I cleaned the table so it counts as the dinner money for the night."
As soon as he heard he could eat for free, Suker immediately waved.
—"Roger!"
He turned around and ran out through the smoke, and soon a metallic sound was heard at the door.
Bakchi looked at Suker's back and smiled, then turned his head and got back to work.
The renovation of Bakchki's tavern was completed quickly, and the transformation was done in just four days under Mlinar's guidance, Bakchi's command, and Suker's work.
What used to be a restaurant has been transformed into a medieval tavern.
The smoked wood structure, the ceiling dimly lit, the sign saying "Bakch Tavern," and two large wooden barrels at the door as decoration — you can already smell the rich rum before entering the tavern.
Looking at the results of the four days of effort, the three were quite satisfied.
The villagers were also looking at the tavern, seemingly choosing the best spot to watch football during the World Cup.
"The renovation is done, tomorrow is the match, everyone get a good rest."
Mlinar waved his hand and prepared to leave.
Suker turned his head and shouted, "Don't forget your promise to play another half-season."
Mlinar waved his hand and smiled, which was a kind of response.
Bakchi looked at Suker, who still hadn't left, and couldn't help but say, "Isn't it time for you to leave?"
"Ruthless!" Suker turned around and scolded, "Your employees are hungry, shouldn't you feed them dinner?"
Bakchi smiled, "How many meals have you eaten at my place before even starting to work?"
Suker pointed at the tavern, "I didn't do any less."
Bakchi shook his head, "Come with me."
Bakchi's skills were still good, and even though there was no meat, he still managed to get Suker a full meal.
After eating, Suker didn't linger, gave a pat on the back, and left.
After all, there was an end tomorrow.
The next day, the Ranch Stadium once again gathered the fans.
However, compared to usual, the number of people was smaller, likely because it was around the busy work period, and between work and watching football, they chose the former.
But still, over 100 fans remained.
This number of fans was already quite impressive for a second division team.
It was the same routine as always, Olipe wandering through the crowd to get tickets, which is also the main cost for the team's football next season, and the last match being at home, which is great news for Suker and the others.
The bad news is that they were playing against the team currently at the top of the second division and ready to be promoted to the first division, Leottard.
This is a team that was just formed this year and is a solo team.
Compared to other second division teams, Leottar has big ambitions and aims for the Super League.
The club is well-structured, and its financial situation is comparable to a Super League team, with a dedicated coaching staff and a strong group of players.
It can be said that in terms of overall quality, Mostar Rangers and Leottar are not in the same class.
It's like the difference between a mixed army and a regular army.
Leottar has already secured the title ahead of time and confirmed their promotion, so they face little competitive pressure.
The final match is mainly a mindset game.
Of course, they have a strong impression of the Mostar Rangers team.
This team has had many problems on their path to winning the title.
Especially the short man, No. 9 Suker and No. 10 Mlinar in the heart of midfield.
"Hey! Suker, beat me!"
Suddenly, a shout was heard.
I saw in the Leottar lineup, a strong man about 190 cm tall provoked Mostar Rangers, of course, only provoking Suker.
It's Leottar's central defender, named Unovic, who, because of his great size and build, is a heavy hitter.
However, in the last encounter, Suker scored three goals against the guy's defense to complete a hat-trick.
Even with Suker's brilliant performance, Leottar found themselves in great trouble at one point.
Fortunately, Mostar's super sieve worked, a buttery hand and a free hand allowed the opponent to cut the score.
But still, for Unovic, Suker remains the one who gave him a story of shame.
Under the provocation from the other side, Suker looked at him lightly and randomly showed three fingers.
Seeing this scene, Unovic became even angrier and said, "In this match, you won't score!"
Unovic was angry, but his teammates nearby laughed like gachas.
Apparently, seeing their teammate's joke.
"Alright, final preparation time, just like we practiced before, let's show a different tactical style." After Aulipe finished speaking, he continued, "Don't put too much pressure on, just play it like a warm-up game."
Everyone nodded.
Suker also adjusted his socks and then entered the field behind his teammates.
The fans in the stands had already given waves of applause.
Being a city lacking in entertainment, the weekly football match was the moment they enjoyed the most.
On Saturday there's a match for the Mostar Rangers.
On Sunday, there's a match for Mostar Zlinski.
Of course, compared to the unchanged Mostar Zlinski, the Mostar Rangers always give fans different surprises, even though they play in the second division, and the games are more competitive, which is one of the reasons why the Mostar Rangers' football market is booming.
End of this chapter