All-around center

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The hysterical shouts of the Croatian fans spread like an earthquake.

The whole of Johannesburg seemed to be shaking.

This is the passionate cry of tens of thousands of Croatian fans.

This is a cheer for their heroes!

Suker scored the key penalty kick.

Croatia defeated the powerful German team 4:3 in a penalty shootout.

They came to this stage again after 12 years since the 1998 World Cup in France.

"Goal!!! Goal!!! Suk!!! Suk!!!"

"Suk! Suk! Suk! Suk! Suk! Suk!"

Krauszovich roared excitedly, his eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks were trembling, and veins popped out under his clenched hands.

He couldn't describe how he felt at this moment.

A hard-fought game.

A legendary comeback.

After falling behind many times, Croatia relied on its tenacity to save the situation time and time again and finally won.

Nothing beats this!

"Suker! Remember this name! Remember him, the great Suker! He is the hero of Croatia!"

"We can always trust him! Always trust Su Ke!"

"He is always able to help us win at critical moments!"

"Oh my God! It's the World Cup semifinals!"

"World Cup semi-finals!"

“After the storm, the rainbow will finally shine over Croatia!”

"At this moment, the night sky of Paris in 1998 and the night sky of Johannesburg in 2010 are connected together across 12 years!"

“And this junction is called Croatia!”

"Applause for our warriors and our heroes, they deserve it all!"

On the court, Suker ran wildly towards his teammates.

Instead of celebrating toward the stands, he found his teammates immediately.

"Win!! Win!! Win!!"

Suk knelt on the ground and roared at the top of his lungs.

Others gathered around Su Ke, and they hugged Su Ke tightly.

There was sob in the throat and no sound could be made.

Soon, the substitutes rushed over. They also pressed on the players and cried loudly.

These are tears of joy.

This game was very difficult.

Playing too hard.

But that's why this victory is so valuable.

“Awesome!!”

"Suke is awesome!"

Duimovich hugged Suk tightly, lowered his head, and cried uncontrollably.

World Cup semi-finals, Croatia is here!

we are coming! ——

How difficult this is for a small country with only 4 million people.

But they succeeded!

They inherited the will and spirit of their ancestors, and after joining the likes of Davao Suker and others, they finally reached the World Cup semi-finals again.

Ouch~~~~~~~~~~~~~! ! ! ! !

An excited shout came.

A figure with a big belly and a gray suit rushed towards Suk excitedly.

Under the camera's focus, it was Dawo Suk.

At this time, Davor Suker didn't look like a Croatian hero at all. He cried like a child and hugged Suker tightly.

"The semi-finals! The semi-finals! The semi-finals! Semi-finals! You did it!"

Dawo Suk knelt on the ground and hugged Suk hard.

Everything he does is valuable!

His hard work has paid off in the best possible way!

These juniors, through a wonderful game, once again sent Croatia to the semi-finals of the World Cup.

"I won! I won! I won~~~"

Dawo Suk was still crying bitterly.

Suk couldn't help but burst into tears. He wiped the corners of his eyes and cursed:

"You're crying! Everyone is so worthless, damn it! Laugh! Laugh for me! Laugh arrogantly! We are the winners!"

Suker raised his arms and shouted; "Victory belongs to Croatia!"

"Victory belongs to Croatia!!!"

Everyone was excited and shouted in unison.

Dawo Suk even forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Boom boom boom boom! ! ! ! !

The whole Croatian land was rumbling.

Countless people cried and shed tears.

But this time, it wasn't gunshots or painful tears.

Fireworks bloomed, lighting up the Croatian night sky.

Tears of happiness filled the eyes of 4 million people.

This country that has experienced the ravages of war and experienced many sufferings has become the focus of the world at this moment, and they have ushered in the most glorious moment.

This small country located in the east of Eastern Europe has once again spread its voice to the world.

Countless people began to leave their homes.

They ran and cheered like madmen on the street.

Champagne is spraying!

Fireworks are blooming!

Cheers, cries of joy, applause and shouts became the main theme of the evening.

The moment when Suker scored the crucial goal.

When Croatia reached the World Cup semi-finals again, the sky in Croatia was lit up.

In the field, Bilic knelt on the ground.

His mouth was open and his expression was dazed.

He had experienced those glorious years, and now it was upon him again.

Croatia in 1998.

Croatia in 2010.

They both reached the World Cup semi-finals.

but

"It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this! It can't be like this!"

Bilic murmured.

He watched Van Steyak celebrating with his players.

He looked at the joyful people around him.

He looked at everyone as if they had completed their mission.

No!

no the same!

These Croatian lads are not us.

They shouldn't stop here!

Bilic stood up slowly and silently walked into the tunnel in the boiling stadium.

No one noticed him leaving quietly.

When Bilic walked into the tunnel.

Bilic was humming as darkness swallowed his figure.

"Change! Must change! They are not us! Mistakes cannot be continued!"

In the boiling stadium, Suker was interviewed on the sidelines.

The person interviewing Suk was a young reporter from Croatia. His hand holding the microphone was trembling, and his tone was even more trembling.

"Congratulations~~you~~, breathe~~won the victory~~, for this game~~~breathe~~you~~~"

This Croatian reporter was so excited that he almost cried.

Suk smiled and pressed his hands: "Slow down! Slow down! Don't be in a hurry!"

The reporters around did not rush. They clearly understood how exciting this moment was for the Croatians.

The young reporter still couldn't hold back his emotions.

"Can I~~I~~ give you a hug?"

The young reporter looked at Suk and made a request.

Suk was stunned for a moment, then smiled and opened his arms.

The Croatian reporter immediately fell into Suker's arms.

His choked cries echoed through the camera.

But there were bursts of applause all around.

Bang bang bang bang bang! !

Amid the applause, reporters kept repeating themselves.

"Thank you! Thank you! Suk!"

"Thank you for the goal! Thank you for everything!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Su Ke patted the young reporter's back. After a while, the reporter's mood stabilized.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said calmly:

"Sorry, I'm so emotional."

Su Ke smiled; "It doesn't matter, this is exactly what I expected. Did I play well?"

The young reporter gave a thumbs up without any words, but it was the purest appreciation.

At the same time, other Croatian players were also being interviewed.

The German players walked silently towards the tunnel.

"Let's go! Our World Cup is over!"

Ram looked a little shaken.

He missed the penalty.

As captain, he actually missed a penalty kick, which was extremely shameful.

But at the same time, he had to comfort the team members.

Schweinsteiger also gently hugged Lahm, telling him not to blame himself too much.

The German team quietly left the field.

Everything here will have nothing to do with them.

Their World Cup and their summer are over!

Croatia defeated Germany and reached the semi-finals of the 2010 World Cup in South Africa.

There was jubilation in the Croatian dressing room.

Champagne is spraying!

The players were noisy and cheering.

Davor Suker and Boban also joined in, and they celebrated their victory happily.

"Tommy! You are so cool! That spoon is amazing." Mandzukic gave a thumbs up.

Duimovich said with an air of dignity; "Of course, no one would have guessed that I would kick a spoon at that time!"

Mandzukic nodded: "If Suker comes with another spoon, it will definitely explode!"

Suk rolled his eyes.

Only a fool would kick the spoon in the final game.

It doesn't matter if it's scored.

If you can't score, you will be directly targeted at the pillar of shame!

"Where's Bilic? Why can't I see him?"

While everyone was celebrating, Davor Suker did not see Bilic.

Van Steyak said; "He finished the post-match press conference and went back to the hotel first. He is probably tired!"

Davor Suker wondered: "You didn't even participate in the celebration? How did this guy become the head coach!"

Boban laughed and said, "Better than you!"

After that, everyone started singing and dancing again.

After a while of commotion, everyone calmed down and started packing their luggage to return to the hotel.

Despite reaching the World Cup semi-finals, the World Cup continues.

They also need to face a more powerful enemy.

Matador Legion, Spain!

"Everyone, take a shower and relax. There will be no review meeting today. Let's take a day off and train as usual tomorrow!"

Van Steyak gave the order to disperse and then returned to his room.

When he returned to the room, he found Bilic already sitting there.

"Why are you here?" Vansteyak asked in surprise.

Bilic looked up at Van Stryak: "Let's talk!"

"What are you talking about?" Van Stryak smiled; "A review of this game? There are indeed points that need a comeback!"

Bilic shook his head; "No! Let's go to the conference room. Someone is waiting for us there!"

"Huh?" Van Stryak was puzzled.

He didn't understand why he had to talk about it in the conference room.

Moreover, Bilic's expression didn't seem so happy?

The two quickly arrived at the conference room.

Van Steyak discovered that Davor Suker and Boban were also here.

"What happened? You called us here suddenly?" Dawo Suk asked.

Boban on the side also smiled and said, "Do you want to show off to us?"

Bilic shook his head and pointed to the chair.

"Let's sit down and talk!"

Everyone took their seats.

Bilic's expression was extremely heavy, which made the other three look at each other.

What's going on here?

Bilic took a breath and said slowly: "First of all, I want to ask Van Steyak, what is our winning rate against Spain in the next game?"

"Winning rate?" Van Stryak asked in surprise; "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Bilic nodded; "Tell me honestly!"

Vansteyak showed a hint of embarrassment and said hesitantly, "Actually, we can still give it a try. The winning rate doesn't mean everything."

"How many percent can you say? Without Srna and Kovac as the attacking point, can our defense resist Spain's penetration?"

Hearing this, Van Stryak fell silent.

Looking at this, Davor Suk waved his hands and said, "Hey! Man, relax, we just won."

Bilic looked at Davor Suker and said seriously: "Do you know what makes me most angry?"

"Angry? Why are you angry?" Dawo Suk was puzzled.

boom!

Bilic slammed the table, stood up angrily, and shouted: "Just because of your attitude, as if you have completed the task, the top four! This is just the top four, is this over?"

“Should the World Cup in Croatia end here?”

"Don't forget! After we failed, we felt so regretful in our hearts. How many nights did we toss and turn with that game in our heads!" Bilic looked ferocious, beating his chest and said excitedly; "Regret! Unwilling! Uncomfortable! Do you want them to experience that breathless feeling again?!"

Hearing this, Davo Suk and Boban suddenly fell silent.

"Look at this damn schedule. Those bastards from FIFA are consuming and auctioning us as commodities! And we can't do anything. Those sons of bitches are consuming us. They are trampling on our honor. The moment these kids are fighting to the death, those bastards are counting their money and looking at us with mocking eyes!"

"Drawing lots for the knockout round? What a fucking stinky fart! Do you think this temporarily added rule is reasonable? Are we going to be consumed by them and humiliated by them?"

Bang bang bang!

Bilic slapped the table unwillingly and said loudly: "When we reached the semi-finals, it was because we could only play there. Our level was limited, and we could not and could not go further."

"But these children are different!"

"They defeated Argentina, Portugal, and Germany, and they reached the semi-finals. I don't say they have been taken care of by FIFA, but at least they can't be a hindrance and design a bullshit schedule!"

Davor Suk and Boban clenched their fists.

Bilic looked at the two and said, "If you can still recall the regret you felt at the time, then tell me and you will help them!"

"Their footsteps should not stop here. Even if they fail this year, this is their first World Cup, and there will be others in 2014 and 2018!"

Bilic said hysterically; "Can't Croatia win a World Cup?"

He roared unwillingly:

"There is obviously hope!"

Dave Suker and Boban's breathing became heavy.

They were silent for a moment and said, "What do you want to do?"

Phew~~~~~~~

Bilic exhaled slowly to stabilize his emotions.

He sat down again, straightened his clothes, and said seriously, "First of all, I will step down as the head coach of Croatia!"

"ha?"

The three of them were stunned.

"Isn't that true?" Dawo Suk grinned.

Bilic shook his head: "No! It's very necessary. In fact, this matter has been tormenting me. I really want to be an excellent head coach, but I can't be a thief of honor!"

"If we can beat Spain, I will step down as head coach."

"If we lose, I will also take the blame and resign, and at the same time I will make public everything that happened during the European Cup."

After saying that, Bilic looked at Van Steyak; "I return your honor to you, and I hope you can bring more honors to Croatia!"

Vansteyak was a little confused.

Things have developed beyond his expectations.

Dawo Suk frowned and said, "That's not necessary, it will destroy you!"

If Croatian fans knew what happened during the European Cup, Bilic would be involved in a huge public opinion storm.

"It doesn't matter, I have already decided!" Bilic's attitude was very determined.

Seeing this, Davo Suk and Boban knew that they could not persuade him to come back no matter how hard they tried.

"Secondly."

Bilic quickly skipped the topic; "I need your help! No! It should be Suk and the others who need your help!"

"Players are players, and their mission is to play the game well, but someone also needs to fight for things outside the field!" Bilic pursed his lips and gritted his teeth and said; "At the very least, they cannot be fooled by FIFA like this World Cup. Round and round!"

Boban understood immediately.

“You want Davao to move toward FIFA?”

"Yes! Davo is fighting for the position of chairman of the Croatian Football Association. With his own connections and the support of Suker, Modric and others, he can further develop towards UEFA and then use it as a springboard to enter FIFA. !"

Bilic looked at Davo Suker: "Davo! FIFA needs a Croatian voice!"

"I, I, I." Dawo Suk looked at the eyes of the three of them and sighed helplessly; "I can only say, try your best to give it a try!"

Bilic nodded; "And Besic!"

"Besic?" Everyone was shocked.

Besic is the head coach of Dinamo Zagreb and a mentor to Suker, Modric and others.

"I once thought about a question, what do we lack?" Bilic said solemnly; "Finally, I understand that we rely too much on external things. I am not saying that Van Steyak's coaching is not good. But what he brought us was the Dutch tactical system, but we also need a localized tactical system!"

"A tactical system that belongs to us, a key attribute that Croatia should have!"

Having said this, Bilic stood up and bowed to Van Steyak.

"I'm sorry, I still can't recommend you as the head coach. I think the most suitable head coach for Croatia is Besic!"

"A candidate who can handle the Croatian national team's dressing room, a person who is proficient in Croatian local tactics and can integrate Van Steyak's tactical ideas very well!"