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A group of Croatian international players gathered together and chatted non-stop.

Although it was only more than half a month, they always had endless topics to talk about.

What's more, based on the 2010 World Cup, most of the Croatian internationals have made transfers.

Rakitic joined Sevilla from Schalke 04. He joined La Liga from the Bundesliga, which is more suitable for his style.

Mandzukic accepted the transfer offer from Bayern Munich, and he was poached to Nan Da Wang.

Vukojevic also joined Bayern Munich, where he became teammates with Mandzukic and Olic.

Lovren started his career in the five major leagues, joining French Ligue 1 Lyon from Dinamo Zagreb.

Duimovic finally got rid of the Russian league and joined Turin in Serie A.

From Bruges, Perisic landed in the Bundesliga of the five major leagues and became a part of Dortmund.

"I just said, I will come back, right?" Duimovich said with a proud face; "Look, I returned from the Russian league to the five major leagues."

Su Ke: "You have a lot on your plate this summer. I didn't expect so many people to transfer!"

But it is also understandable that the World Cup is a natural super stage.

With Croatia's outstanding performance in the World Cup, it has naturally attracted teams from the five major leagues to absorb these Croatian players.

"Why is no one coming to the Premier League? It's just me and Planic!" Modric said he felt a little lonely.

Everyone has gone to the Bundesliga, and there are not many left in the Premier League.

La Liga at least still has Suker, Srna and Rakitic.

Rakitic raised his hand; "I originally wanted to go to the Premier League. Arsenal was interested in me at the time, but considering the fierce competition in the Premier League, I didn't feel particularly comfortable with it. Also, Arsenal was too stingy. My salary was cut in half, so I chose to join Sevilla!”

Duimovic stared; "No one is talking about Serie A? It's a mini World Cup!"

Su Ke; "Your choice is not bad. If you go to the Premier League, you may not be able to adapt."

Duimovich; "Hey! No one listens to me?"

Rakitic; "Yes, I feel that La Liga is less intense and more mixed."

Duimovich; "Hello? Hello?"

Su Ke: "It's easy to mess around? Is it easy to mess around in La Liga? Wait until you meet us!"

Srna: "Fuck you to death!"

"Hey!!! -" Duimovich yelled dissatisfied; "Don't any of you pay attention to me?"

boom!

Su Ke slapped him directly.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? It hurts your ears!"

Duimovic felt a little aggrieved and turned to look at Mandzukic.

I found this guy to be surprisingly quiet.

"Hey, you finally joined a wealthy club, why don't you show off?" Duimovic smiled and bumped Mandzukic with his shoulder.

Mandzukic smiled slightly awkwardly and waved his hands; "There's nothing to say!"

The others also coughed dryly and stopped talking.

Duimovic blinked: "This doesn't look like you! Let's talk about it, Bayern Munich's main center!"

Mandzukic was annoyed to death. He blocked Duimovic's mouth and laughed dryly: "Haha~~haha~~ Let's talk about something else!"

Duimovich broke away.

"You don't let me talk, don't let me talk about Serie A, and don't let me talk about Bundesliga. You are isolating me, aren't you?"

Everyone fell silent.

They looked at Duimovich with a hint of concern.

At this time, a voice sounded and said in a lonely tone:

"I go first!"

Origi slowly stood up and left.

Everyone could only grin and shake their heads.

After Olic left, Mandzukic tackled Duimovic.

"Tommy! You idiot! I already blocked your mouth like that, why can't you block your mouth!"

Others nodded.

"What happened to me?"

Duimovich cried out.

Modric sighed; "Tommy, we are all happy that Mario has joined Bayern Munich, but don't forget who was Bayern Munich's previous center!"

"Who is it? Bayern center? Isn't it?" Duimovic finally reacted, and his whole body was a little dull; "I forgot!"

Former Bayern Munich center, Olic!

That is, teammates of the Croatian national team.

Mandzukic's transfer to join has squeezed out Olic's position. For this reason, Mandzukic did not say anything, otherwise, this guy would like to use a loudspeaker to spread the word all over the world.

Suk stood up helplessly and slapped Duimovich on the head;

"Broken mouth!"

Mandzukic also said angrily: "You're a bitch!"

Srna shook his head and sighed; "Go to Olic and apologize."

Duimovich looked sad.

"It's so embarrassing!"

Rakitic; "Your problem is this mouth!"

boom!

Duimovic kicked Rakitic in the butt.

"What's the matter with you, you little brat!"

Rakitic covered his butt and left.

At the entrance of the national team training base.

A young man wearing Croatian training clothes and carrying a backpack walked in.

His expression was extremely excited.

His name is Marcelo Brozovic.

Brozovic never imagined that on the day he turned 18, he would receive a call from the national team.

Oh my God!

This is the Croatian national team!

Half a month ago, he was watching these Croatian heroes fighting for honor in front of the TV.

After each hearty battle, he felt extremely excited.

He wanted to be a part of the Croatian national team, but he didn't expect his dream to come true so quickly.

Brozovich took out his phone and dialed a number.

Snap!

The call was answered and Brozovich smiled;

"Mateo, I am making this call to you at the door of the national team training center. I am about to step into the national team training center."

"Ah~~!!!!!!! Bastard!!! Marcelo, you bastard!!!! I'm so jealous!!"

Snap!

Brozovich hung up the phone and walked into the training center in the bright sunshine.

From now on, he is a Croatian international.

"Sir! I'm here to report!"

Brozovic looked at Besic and said loudly.

His entire facial features were working hard to make himself look more energetic and high-spirited.

The body remained straight.

Besic raised his head slightly; "Sit down first!"

"clear!"

Brozovich yelled.

He moved to the sofa with his hands and feet in hand.

Besic grinned as he looked at it; "It's a good turn!"

Brozovich turned around like a telegraph pole, his voice trembling; "I, I am not nervous, I am very relaxed, I, I. I thank my father."

Besic shook his head; "Sit down quickly, there is another person."

Besic took Brozovic for a season, and there was Kovacic who was two years younger than him.

Both of these are good seeds.

It's just that Kovacic is too young and needs some more training and his body needs to develop. Wait two years before we can talk about it.

Brozovic can already join the national team and feel the atmosphere with the team.

The reason why he recruited these little guys in advance was Brozovic's performance.

So nervous!

I have never seen the world and international competitions!

So you need to adapt in advance!

Only in this way can psychological barriers be overcome and combat effectiveness formed.

Brozovich sat on the sofa, with his back far away from the backrest, half of his buttocks firmly seated, and his entire waist and spine kept straight.

Coupled with this guy's 180cm tall and slightly thin body, he really looks like a telephone pole.

While waiting, there was a knock on the office door.

A young man who was taller, stronger, and more mature than Brozovich walked in.

Of course, the tension is still the same.

The two of them were stuck on the sofa like telegraph poles.

Besic looked at the two of them and said: "You are the two newcomers currently recruited. I want to tell you that you are still in the observation period. If you do not perform well in training or slack off, I will immediately remove you from the national team!"

Hearing this, Brozovic and Strinic suddenly felt shocked.

The two nodded hastily;

"Don't worry, sir!"

"That won't happen, sir!"

Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

Srna pushed open the door and entered.

In an instant, Brozovic and Strinic's eyes were shining.

Dario Srna!

The captain of Croatia is also the soul of the Croatian team.

Croatia’s tough guy!

"teacher!"

cried Srna.

Besic nodded and pointed at the two people opposite him; "Take them into the locker room and let them familiarize themselves with the facilities of the training base!"

"OK!"

Srna nodded, stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Hello, you can call me captain, or you can call me Dario."

"Hello captain, my name is Marcelo Brozovic!"

"Captain, my name is Ivan Strinich!"

"Relax!" Seeing the nervous look of the two of them, Srna smiled; "Let's go, I'll take you to the locker room!"

Hearing this, the two of them became even more excited.

Walking to the locker room, Brozovic's heart was pounding.

He was extremely excited at the thought of meeting Croatian heroes such as Suker, Modric and Mandzukic soon.

"Captain!" Brozovich asked excitedly; "Can I see Suk?"

Srna nodded; "Of course, he is in the locker room!"

Brozovich clenched his fist so hard that he almost jumped.

Seeing this, Srna understood.

This is Suk’s fanboy!

Srna grinned and said seriously: "I'll call you Marcelo."

"No problem, Captain!"

Brozovich shouted.

Srna patted Brozovic on the shoulder: "Marcelo, dreams are very beautiful, because this is the picture you sketched, but reality is cruel, and you must have the courage to face it all."

Brozovich looked serious and said, "I understand, and I will work hard."

"That's not what I meant!" Srna grinned.

Brozovich shouted; "I understand, I understand everything, Captain!"

Srna had a headache.

You understand, you big-headed devil!

never mind!

Let him accept reality!

I hope the blow won’t be too big!

There was one bright light in Brozovic's career.

That's what he's chasing.

In that ball of light, you can see the outline of a majestic figure.

His name is Su Ke!

Croatian hero!

The protagonist of the inspirational story, a hero who emerged from the war, shouldered the responsibility of Croatia's offense and contributed wonderful goals to them again and again.

Davao Sooke is too far away!

Fortunately, they also have a brand new Sukkah.

It was Suker who truly had the biggest impact on Brozovic's career.

A goal he has been chasing!

An iron-blooded and strong man!

A hero that I want to follow all my life and want to give everything for him!

Brozovich stood in the locker room, his mouth open, his eyes empty, and his head even more dizzy.

The whole person seemed to have lost his soul.

Opposite him was a funny picture.

Duimovich was lying on the ground, and Suk picked up Duimovich's legs and rubbed his bare feet crazily under Duimovich's crotch.

Moreover, Mandzukic imprisoned Duimovic's body, making him unable to move.

Duimovich was itchy and painful, crying and laughing, and couldn't exert any energy at all.

"Hahahahahaha~~~oooooooo~~~Let go. Let go! Let me go~~~Hahahahaha~~~"

Suk held Duimovich's legs and shook wildly.

While shaking, he turned to look at Olic:

"Have you forgiven him?"

Olic was so anxious that he quickly said, "I don't blame him~~~ Let go and don't do it again."

Suk immediately turned to look at Mandzukic.

"Olic is still angry!"

Mandzukic nodded, restrained Duimovic hard, and said loudly: "Second gear!"

"Okay!!"

The frequency of vibrations under Suk's feet increased and he was rubbing frantically.

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

The entire locker room was filled with Duimovic's screams.

Srna covered his head. He looked at Brozovic's lost look, turned to look at Modric and said;

"Did you hear it?"

"What?" Modric was confused.

Srna pointed at Brozovich; "The sound of broken dreams!"

"Can't you just pretend?"

Srna pointed at Brozovich, who seemed to have lost his soul, and said sadly: "Look at him!"

"What does it have to do with me!" Suk shrugged; "Sooner or later, you have to know anyway. I can pretend for a day or two, but I can't pretend for a lifetime, right?"

"Besides, can you bear it if I pretend to be serious?"

The others shook their heads at the thought of Suk pretending to be serious.

Can't stand it!

This is really unbearable!

Hey~~~!

Sirna shook his head and sighed.

Throughout Croatia, there are thousands of fans of Suk. I really don’t know if these guys can accept Suk’s true appearance.

Su Ke shrugged; "If you want to blame it, blame Zolanqi. He created my image in such a positive way that it was difficult for me to perform in front of the camera."

"Forget it!" Srna sighed and waved his hands, standing up on his knees.

"Guys, put on your training clothes and gather at the training ground. Training is about to begin!"

Croatian players began to leave the locker room one after another.

After they lined up at the training ground, Besic led the coaching staff over.

"He will look around first, shock us with his eyes, and then say that there is no main player in my lineup."

Suk whispered.

Other players from Dinamo Salaghb such as Modric, Rakitic, Mandzukic and others suppressed smiles.

This is Besic’s professional speaking skills, and they never fail!

Sure enough, Besic came over and looked around with sharp eyes.

"I think most of you know me"

"Huh?" Su Ke was surprised; "Did you change the lines?"

Mandzukic and others suddenly turned their heads and couldn't hold back their laughter.

Besic's eyes narrowed.

"Mario, Luca, Tommy, come out!"

Mandzukic, Modric and Duimovich all grinned. He turned his head and glared at Suker before reluctantly stepping out.

"Is it funny?"

Besic said in a deep voice.

"No! It's not funny, teacher!"

Modric said quickly.

"Here, call 'Sir'!" Besic glared.

The three of them immediately shut up.

"Ten laps! Do you have any opinions?" Besic said coldly.

The three of them immediately shook their heads.

"answer me!"

The three of them shouted at the top of their lungs; "No objection! Sir!"

"Great! Go ahead!"

After that, the three of them started running around the court.

The other Croatian players who didn't know Besic felt a little heavy.

Besic, it’s not easy!

Let's start with the main players like Modric and Mandzukic.

Training is just like training a child!

Besic looked at Suk with sharp eyes.

Suk immediately straightened his back and made himself look familiar.

"Very good, I want to make it clear to you that rules are rules and discipline is discipline. There are no main players or substitutes in my lineup."

The Croatian players lowered their heads suddenly and almost burst out laughing.

Besic started calling runs again.

Before these people left, they cursed silently:

Suk! Your uncle's!

When Van Steyak saw this scene, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Facts have proved that this team is really fucking difficult to lead.

This guy Su Ke is definitely a super prick that all head coaches dislike.

Very capable, but too playful and disobedient to discipline.

Thanks to Besic, he has the 'bloodline suppression power'.

If the coach is replaced, conflicts may have begun.

In the arena, basic training is taking place.

Besic and Van Stryak stood aside and observed.

Besic is also learning while observing.

In fact, he really has no experience in leading a strong team. He has participated in the Champions League play-offs many times and always defeated the strong.

Therefore, it was a bit uncomfortable to suddenly give him such a strong team.

First of all, the frequency and rhythm of passing are two different concepts from the Croatian domestic league.

The most striking contrast is that Brozovich was walked like a dog.

This young man, known as a talented defensive midfielder in Croatia, couldn't get the ball at all on the first day he entered the national team, and he didn't even have time to react.

After luckily grabbing the ball, he simply couldn't keep up with the passing rhythm of these people, and continued to run into the circle and act like a dog.

Suk was very excited. Not only was he walking Brozovich, but he was also crotching him again and again.

Brozovich has been crotched several times.

Once the crotch is pierced, even if it touches the ball, continue to be a dog.

But he was crotched six times by Su Ke.

Can't get out!

After watching it for a while, Modric couldn't stand it anymore.

"Look up, why are you staring at the ball? You're staring at people!"

Rakitic: "Observe in advance. When the ball arrives, you won't have time to observe."

Seeing others imparting their experience, Suk stopped playing.

"Look at the opponent's eyes. Before passing the ball, his eyes will tell you where he is going to pass the ball! Otherwise, look at the direction of the toes of the supporting leg."

Brozovich sat down on the ground, gasping for air.

Suk shrugged; "Let him rest for a while first!"

Brozovich looked at their backs with shock.

He was hailed as Croatia's talented midfielder at the age of 18.

But in front of these people, he couldn't even touch the ball!

The gap is too big!

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