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2004/2005 season, first round of Group B of the Champions League group stage.

Dinamo Zagreb VS Real Madrid.

The Maximir Stadium was packed with seats, and the entire stadium was filled to the brim.

The cheers from the audience swept across like a strong wind.

In the center circle of the field, Mandzukic and Suker stood together.

Mandzukic stepped on the ball and Suker stood aside.

The two of them looked directly at the white army in front of them, the Galaxy Battleship.

And the buck-toothed alien smiling at him!

Gudong!

Su Ke swallowed.

"Are you nervous?" Suk asked.

Mandzukic; "Yeah!"

Suk turned around.

Oh shit!

I'm nervous too!

Ronaldo, don't smile at me!

Real Madrid's lineup is extremely gorgeous, with a number of top stars standing opposite them.

Ronaldo and Carlos of Brazil.

Zidane, the absolute core of France.

Portugal’s eldest brother, Figo.

England's heartthrob, Beckham.

Look at the bench again.

Owen, Woodgate, Guti and so on.

When they were in Mostar, Suker and Oripe watched the game, while Irving was playing in the Premier League.

Now, Suker is playing against Real Madrid, and Irving is sitting on the bench.

The player who used to be so popular in front of the TV is now the main player on the court, but Suker is a substitute on the bench.

This feels so fucking weird!

On the other side, Real Madrid's lineup.

Raul turned around and joked: "You are so popular, everyone across the street is your fan."

Ronaldo smiled naively, showing his trademark buck teeth, and said nothing.

He has become accustomed to this kind of scene, and his little fans are everywhere wherever he goes.

Snapped! !

Suddenly, a crisp sound came.

Ronaldo and Raul were startled, and they turned to look over.

I found the tall man stepping on the ball saying something to the short forward.

"Suke, take a few shots too. It's very effective and I won't be nervous at all."

Mandzukic's cheeks were red and he said seriously.

Su Ke was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed: "You are sick!"

Mandzukic grinned.

"Are you still nervous?"

Suk took a breath: "I'm starting to get excited."

"We see that the referee has exited the penalty area and the game is about to start. Dinamo Zagreb's Champions League debut, what kind of performance can these boys perform? Let's wait and see."

VIP stands.

Davo Suk chewed his fingernails and squirmed in his seat.

"I'm already getting nervous."

Dawo Suk licked his dry lips.

Boban said nothing, he also looked nervous.

Dawo Suk cursed in his heart.

He's going to play Real Madrid right now, is he going to have a way to survive?

Can these little guys withstand it?

Although Real Madrid's current situation is very bad, after all, they are all top players who have experienced hundreds of battles.

His personal abilities are extremely strong!

Even without teamwork, these guys can do a lot of damage.

That’s right!

In Dawo Suk's view, Suk and others are nothing more than a dish.

Mainly because the opponent is a bit too bluffing.

Beep! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The sharp whistle sounded and Mandzukic immediately kicked off the ball.

"come on!"

After Suk passed the ball, he roared and ran forward.

When he reached the wing, he was caught by Carlos.

Brazilian heavyweight Roberto Carlos.

He is about the same height as Su Ke, close to 170 centimeters, but his body is much stronger.

Su Ke weighed it and immediately distanced himself.

Robert Carlos also raised his eyebrows slightly, and then chuckled.

Obviously, he knew what Suk was planning.

He wants to distance himself and move forward in response to the pass from his teammates.

He would not give Su Ke such a chance.

But the next second, he saw Suk running towards the middle with a swagger.

"What is he going to do?"

Suk ran to the neutral space in the middle.

Modric was just trapped by Zidane. With hard support, he saw Suker's position with his peripheral vision.

Snapped!

Modric pokes the ball with his toes and passes the ball very quickly.

Su Ke stretched out his left foot to stop the ball.

When Beckham saw this scene, he immediately wanted to get close.

When Su Ke stops the ball, he will go straight to the body.

But at this moment, Su Ke raised his left foot, letting the ball pass by his feet, and at the same time twisted his waist and turned around.

Whoosh!

Beckham felt a strong wind whistling past his ears.

When he turned his head, Suker had already received the ball and sprinted towards Real Madrid's goal!

The blue jersey fluttered in the wind.

Black hair flying.

A pair of black and white eyes burst with light.

Su Ke's speed is unparalleled!

"Rush!!!!——"

"Suke!!!!!!!!!——"

Modric's roar caused the fans at the scene to react.

They watched with wide eyes as Suker attacked Real Madrid's defense, and in an instant, cheers broke out!

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

"Su Ke! Su Ke! He turned around and sprinted without stopping the ball. Su Ke's powerful explosive power instantly got rid of Beckham!"

“Real Madrid’s midfield line was penetrated!!”

Su Ke galloped all the way.

Samuel stood still.

"I'll limit it!"

As Su Ke approached, he adjusted his feet and began to quickly change direction from left to right.

So fast!

Looking at Suk's nimble feet, Samuel felt like his eyes were almost blurry.

But he still stretched out his leg accurately.

found it!

The corners of Su Ke's mouth curled up slightly, and he stepped and pushed with his right foot.

The ball rolled sideways.

"Duimovich!"

Duimovic instantly rushed out from the side, rotated his right leg in front of the ball, and suddenly whipped it over.

boom! !

The ball hit the stands like a cannonball.

"Fuck you"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so nervous to give you another chance!"

Duimovich quickly apologized; "Let me adjust my condition, my body hasn't warmed up yet."

Suk glared at this guy angrily.

"Retreat! Turn around! Prepare to fight for the top!"

Real Madrid's players were stunned.

This breakthrough counterattack prevented them from reacting.

And it also opens up space.

If this guy named Duimovich had been more accurate with his feet, the ball would have been achieved.

"They're not here to pay tribute!"

Raul narrowed his eyes.

Ronaldo also nodded: "They want to kill us."

This attack is sufficient proof!

The performance of this group of young people, the way they play football and the glint in their eyes.

They were like hungry wolves showing their fangs and roaring, waiting to tear apart their prey.

boom!

Vukojevic collided hard with Zidane, but with his strong body and enough hard work, he still reached the first point.

And passed the ball to Modric.

Modric sent the ball forward and shouted at the same time.

"Come on!"

The next second, this group of young people began to run forward.

But when Duimovich turned around, Beckham suddenly snatched the ball away with a sliding tackle.

"Danger!"

The commentator, Krausiewicz, couldn't help but exclaim.

The next second, Beckham showed off his signature pass.

Fully unfolded body, graceful arcs.

The ball flew over the crowd and towards Raul on the left.

"Damn it!"

"Oh shit!"

Su Ke and others immediately changed their pace, turned around and began to run back.

In an instant, they retreated very quickly, and Srna also restricted Raul.

Raul dribbled down the field, looking for a chance to pass.

But Srna's defense was impeccable.

Raul saw that there was no chance and he immediately passed the ball to the back.

Roberto Carlos moved forward and passed the ball directly towards Zidane who was on the line of the penalty area.

"So fast!"

"Can't catch up!"

Su Ke and Modric were anxious.

They turned to look at the penalty area.

Zidane started running forward, and at the moment the ball rolled towards him, he suddenly crossed over.

Missed the ball! !

"Danger!!!!!--"

The voice of the narrator, Krausiewicz, was extremely horrified.

He saw Ronaldo running laterally and fired a low shot.

"Ronaldo shot! What a goal!!!! Grestech!! Well done!! He saved the ball, but the ball also escaped and flew into the penalty area on the left."

"Shtimac caught up with the ball and passed it to Srna. Srna directly passed the ball with his big foot!! This ball"

Krausiewicz's eyes followed the ball to the frontcourt.

At the same time, he also saw Suk running wildly!

At the moment of kicking off, Su Ke had already touched the midfield line and started running forward.

Brilliant speed!

Suker went straight over the back line.

Roberto Carlos did not retreat in time. Samuel wanted to catch up, but he couldn't catch up at all!

"Igor!!"

Samuel could only shout Casillas' name.

Su Ke went solo! !

"Come on! Suk!!!! - single sword!!!! -"

Klawsiewicz stood up suddenly.

At this moment, he felt goosebumps suddenly appear all over his body.

Yes!

They never thought about this scene.

Facing the Galaxy Battleship, they actually fought well.

The most important thing is that Su Ke went solo!

"Go, go, go!"

In the VIP room, Dawo Suk and Boban also stood up suddenly.

Dawo Suk shouted excitedly.

Boban also looked nervously at the court.

The fans at the scene burst into violent cheers at this moment.

"Suker!! Can he do it? Break Real Madrid's goal."

In Kraussiewicz's hopeful eyes.

Su Ke has entered the penalty area and began to slow down and adjust.

"He's going to shoot!"

Casillas made an immediate judgment and struck quickly.

But at this moment, Su Ke suddenly buckled his foot and twisted it sideways.

"Damn it!"

Casillas was terrified.

He watched Suke pass by him.

When he turned around to look, the ball had already been pushed into the goal.

Uh-huh!

The ball touched the net lightly.

Suk turned a corner and ran straight to the corner area.

He didn't make any celebration moves, just stared with wide eyes.

In an instant, the entire Maximir Stadium was like a volcano erupting.

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

“GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!——”

"Suker broke Real Madrid's goal. In the 12th minute of the first half, we were the first to score!"

"God!! This is crazy!!"

"Goal! Goal! Goal!"

Accompanied by the roar of the narrator, Krausiewicz.

The entire stand has gone crazy.

When Suker raised his right hand, the commentator Krausiewicz roared in response.

"It was No. 9 who scored for us!"

Suker! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The fanatical roars of tens of thousands of fans echoed throughout the stadium.

At this moment, Su Ke became the focus of the audience!

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