Suk was positioned along the opponent's back line, not pressing frantically as he had in the first half.
After all, now that it was the second half, their tactical approach had changed.
Suk had also finished swapping his cards.
The Interception and prediction-type cards were all swapped out. 'Andre's Flying Leg and Roberts's Dribbling' were now equipped on his panel.
The latter was one thing, but the former was a game-changer.
Now, Suk's Speed had increased dramatically. A combined Speed stat of 87 was impressive even in the Five Major Leagues.
That kind of Speed and Explosive Power, combined with Inzaghi's awareness, could deliver a devastating blow to the opponent's defense.
Of course, the prerequisite was that Mulinar had to withstand the pressure.
'Boss! You have to hold on!'
Suk prayed silently.
Football is a team sport. It was useless for him to be strong on his own; he needed someone to coordinate with.
The pressure on Mulinar was immense, but because his teammates had worn down their opponents' stamina in the first half, it was relatively easier for him to play.
Mainly, the drop in stamina caused the overall pace of the game to slow down.
If the pace was too fast, Mulinar would be useless anyway.
Of course, the current task was still to defend well.
Mulinar was constantly chasing, pressing, and intercepting, repeatedly putting pressure on the opponent's back line.
At this moment, as their tactical system began to hold up, Mostar Zrinjski was also pressing forward, at one point even reaching the vicinity of the midfield line.
Suk was getting a little anxious from the waiting.
Just then, a Mostar Zrinjski player suddenly put in a cross.
But their center-forward, Bastlov, who should have been in the middle to contest the header, had only just reached the edge of the penalty area.
"Damn it!"
On the sidelines, Mostar Zrinjski's Head Coach, Van Stiake, slapped a hand over his face.
"As stupid as a pig!"
Bastlov also rushed forward anxiously, but he was a step too late. By the time he arrived, the ball had already been cleared by the opposing defender, Rosen.
The ball landed at the feet of Mostar Wanderers' midfielder Kostorec. Since he wasn't being pressed, he controlled the ball steadily and unhurriedly passed it to Mulinar, who was pushing forward.
Mulinar guided the ball forward and immediately looked up.
At that moment, Suk tensed his body and instantly made a move to drop back.
"Don't even think about running!"
Bokachi immediately followed him.
He knew exactly what would happen if this short forward received the ball.
Therefore, as soon as Suk moved, he closed in, determined not to let Suk hold the ball as easily as he had in the first half.
The two moved simultaneously. Suk dropped back, and Bokachi followed to defend.
In that instant, space was pulled open behind them.
Suk and Mulinar saw the gap at the same time.
After taking a few steps back, Suk abruptly turned and powerfully pushed off the ground.
This sudden change of direction was completely unexpected. Most importantly, with his formidable Explosive Power, he instantly shook off Bokachi.
At that exact moment, Mulinar threaded the ball into that open space.
It was a clever forward run.
"What!"
Bokachi was shocked. When he tried to turn and grab Suk, his opponent was already gone.
Suk's footwork was incredibly fast. His short legs were like fiery wheels, churning wildly as he burst forward.
"Suk, sprinting forward, my God!!!!—"
The commentator exclaimed, "He's so fast!"
Suk's speed was astonishing, and combined with his rapid footwork, it created the impression of him moving like lightning.
In contrast, by the time Bokachi turned to chase, he was already a good three or four body lengths behind Suk.
'How the hell am I supposed to catch that?!'
His center-back partner, Morajic, saw this and was horrified. He immediately moved to cover.
Both of them sprinted toward the ball at the same time.
Suk was a bit farther away, but he was so fast that he was rapidly closing the distance to the ball.
"Go!! Suk!!"
"Run!!"
"So fast!!"
"The boy who chases the wind!!"
The moment Suk started running, all the fans in the stadium held their breath.
Their passion was ignited in an instant. This brutal contest of speed was even more heart-pounding.
'I'm not going to make it!'
Morajic wailed internally. He could only sprint forward a few steps before immediately going for a slide tackle, trying to stop Suk in his tracks.
But at that moment, Suk ducked his head, pushed off again, and actually accelerated a second time, knocking the ball past him.
"He's past him!! It's a one-on-one!!!"
The commentator jumped to his feet.
Everyone in the stadium stared with wide eyes.
Oripé was roaring with excitement.
Modric clenched his fists.
Kosopech's mouth hung open in surprise.
Mostar Zrinjski's Head Coach, Van Stiake, also watched this scene in astonishment.
As Suk dribbled the ball into the penalty area, he finally had time to look up.
But in that instant, he suddenly felt an obstruction at his feet.
The next second, Suk was sent flying, tumbling several times.
And the ball was already held tightly in the arms of the opposing goalkeeper, Pakovic.
Aaaah~~~~~~~!!!!
The commentator clutched his head. "Pakovic came out at the perfect time! He snuffed out that brilliant one-on-one chance. Suk took too long to deal with that ball."
Oripé also clutched his head, his face full of regret.
Modric couldn't help but sigh.
Even the opposing Head Coach, Van Stiake, frowned, the corner of his mouth twitching. He was clearly also disappointed about the missed one-on-one.
But soon, Van Stiake felt even more thrilled internally.
Suk's Explosive Power and Speed just now had astonished him.
That kind of speed would make him an absolute speed demon, even on their team.
He had originally thought that Suk's abilities were concentrated in his front-field Interception, abundant stamina, and his link-up play through passing.
But he never expected Suk to also be skilled at these sudden forward runs and using pure Speed and Explosive Power to overwhelm defenders.
These were two completely different styles, but when they were combined in one person, Van Stiake couldn't help but feel curious.
"Just who on earth trained such a monster!"
Mostar Zrinjski's main center-forward, Kosopech, was also surprised. "What kind of center-forward is this guy?"
Most players have their own style and characteristics.
For example, Kosopech used his height and sturdy build to act as a battering ram.
He didn't have delicate footwork, but he had sufficient height and Power, which allowed him to score with his impressive heading ability in aerial duels up front.
At the same time, his Shooting Skill was also excellent.
This was his greatest strength.
But what about Suk?
This guy could pass, press, run, and dribble, and his awareness was also excellent.
You could call him an all-rounder, but his height and physical presence weren't good.
You could say he's not suited to be a center-forward, but his impact was so obvious.
In a word, a complete mess!
But because of that, he was completely impossible to contain.
You're afraid of him dropping back to receive the ball, and you're also afraid of him running in behind to break through.
If you don't follow him, he'll use his passing to link up the attack.
If you do follow him, he can use the space that opens up to make a forward run with his raw speed.
'How the fuck are you supposed to defend against that?'
As a fellow center-forward, Kosopech was already silently praying for his team's substitute defenders.
By now, Suk was back on his feet. He showed no frustration at having wasted the opportunity. He turned and clapped his hands, saying, "Boss, that was a beautiful pass! I'll definitely score next time!"
"Come on, guys! Push harder! We can do this!"
Suk loudly boosted their morale, and after this threatening attack, the morale of the Mostar Wanderers rose even higher.
"Mostar Zrinjski is in danger!"
The commentator couldn't help but say.
From unconditionally supporting Mostar Zrinjski at the beginning to his wavering stance now, the commentator's mindset was the same as the fans'.
It was mainly because the relentless waves of attacks from Suk and the Mostar Wanderers had made too great an impact on them.
Although they hadn't scored a goal, the opponent was continuously threatening their defensive line. Under this kind of pressure, they were bound to break sooner or later.
Moreover, Mostar Zrinjski was now facing another problem.
How were they supposed to contain Suk?
Before, they thought it would be fine as long as they kept up with him. But now, the guy would just turn his head and start sprinting, and his speed was simply impossible to catch.
The Mostar Zrinjski back line was in a state of utter chaos.
"I think Head Coach Van Stiake needs to make some adjustments. They..."
The commentator's voice trailed off. On camera, he saw Van Stiake sitting on the coach's bench, head down, scribbling furiously in a notebook. He had no intention of looking up at the match at all. In fact, his face even showed a hint of excitement.
He was even muttering something...
At that moment, Van Stiake was looking at the perfectly closed-loop tactical system in his notebook. It was a system that could be perfectly executed under his "Total Football" philosophy.
And in this system, in the center-forward position, the name 'Suker' was written in bold.
A sharp glint shone in Van Stiake's eyes, and his face was filled with a smile.
Others were unfamiliar with this smile, but Modric knew it well.
"A great find! A great find! Another great find!"
Modric turned his head away slightly with a look of disgust.
The Head Coach was clearly spacing out, and Mostar Zrinjski's defense was once again thrown into chaos by Suk. This chaos had even spread to the midfield.
It became easier for Mulinar to pass and receive the ball, and the Mostar Wanderers were playing with momentum.
"Fall back! Fall back!"
"Mark him! Mark Suk!"
"Don't stick a leg out!! Don't... shit!"
This time, Suk once again received a pass from Mulinar and made a high-speed run down the flank.
His forward runs were too fast; it was difficult for anyone to keep up with that pace.
And when the full-back managed to catch up, intending to contain or intercept him, Suk simply nudged the ball to the left.
"Damn it!"
Mostar Zrinjski's full-back, Lovich, cursed under his breath and forced himself to turn. But just then, Suk changed direction again, nutmegging him.
The series of quick changes in direction caused Lovich, who was already off-balance, to fall right on his butt. He'd been faked to the ground.
Suk, meanwhile, charged into the penalty area with the ball. Facing the defenders and the goalkeeper who were bracing as if for a great battle, he swung his right foot. But at the moment their center of gravity dropped, his foot came down lightly, and he actually passed the ball diagonally backward.
The center of the penalty area was now a massive open space; everyone had been drawn to the flank by Suk.
Mulinar met the gentle pass and easily pushed a shot forward.
SWISH!!!
The ball hit the back of the net.
In the 71st minute, Mostar Wanderers took the lead.
Number 9 Suk assisted number 10 Mulinar for the goal.
Mostar Wanderers lead Mostar Zrinjski 1-0.