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Chapter 243

The physical test center of the temporary training base of Croatian men's football team.

A middle-aged rough man with short spike hair and a big belly was stunned at the fresh physical test sheet in his hand.

"Height 1.92 meters, weight 198 pounds, muscle density..."

"Aerobic endurance test S+!"

"Agility and coordination test S+!"

"Speed ​​burst test B+..."

"......."

"Bench press 1008 pounds?!!!"

"Hala Shao!!!"

When the middle-aged rough man looked at Su Fei who was getting dressed not far away.

His eyes changed completely, from calm and composed at the beginning to frowning and doubting now!

This kid, is he really a human?

He has such terrifying strength, endurance and agility and coordination before he is 18 years old. What did he eat to grow up!

Su Fei noticed the confused look of the man and couldn't help but speak.

"Sir, is there a problem?"

"No, no, no, absolutely no problem! Su! You are the national team member with the most perfect physical test data I have ever seen! No one else! By the way, I forgot to introduce myself to you. My name is Davor Suker, and I am currently the assistant coach of the national team."

This time.

It was Su Fei's turn to be shocked, because he could hardly associate the middle-aged rough man in front of him with a scruffy beard, crow's feet and a big belly.

And the impression that Kroosya's golden No. 9 with a handsome big back hair and golden left foot Super Suker who charmed thousands of girls on the court.

Hmm.

Except for the widow's peak, there is almost no similarity at all... Wait! Davor Suker seems to be less than 40?

He is so rough!

It can only be said that time is a butcher's knife, and men's flowering period is too short, especially professional athletes.

It is difficult to maintain a regular diet and work and rest after retirement, which leads to rapid obesity... For example, the future Lukaku and Ronaldo...

"Ahem, you are Mr. Suker! I didn't expect you to still contribute to the men's football after retirement."

"Haha, young man, I am optimistic about you. What Mr. Suker? That's too unfamiliar. Just call me by my name Davo."

"Okay, Davo."

Dav Suker's kind and casual personality made Su Fei like him more. The man in front of him is a real Croatian men's football legend.

He was the most dazzling striker in the 1998 World Cup! No one else!

After the two chatted for a few more sentences.

Davo Suker suddenly asked a question.

"Su, have you chosen your jersey number?"

"Uh, not yet."

"Well...if I say that I hope you choose No. 9 when Kranjcar asks you later, will you accept my suggestion?"

Su Fei did not answer immediately, his brain was working fast, what's going on, does Davor Suker also want to wear the golden No. 9 of Croatia?

Faced with Su Fei's silence, Davor Suker seemed a little anxious, lowered his voice and leaned close to Su Fei's ear.

"To be honest with you, Pulso did play well in the 2004 qualifiers, but his state declined too quickly and he was plagued by injuries. But he is a bit stubborn, I have advised him several times, but he just doesn't want to give up his starting position."

"But the current substitute center forwards in the men's football team are not very competitive and their performance is even worse."

"So, I hope you can challenge Pulso head-on and replace him."

Su Fei didn't expect that he hadn't played a game for the national team yet, and he was caught in the "palace fight" in the team.

I was indeed ready to compete with Pulso, but I told Kranjcar directly that I wanted to choose No. 9.

That would not be as simple as a simple competition on the court...

But.

Davor Suk's next words changed Su Fei's mind a little.

"Su, I know you have psychological pressure. But I hope you can understand that we come here to fight for the country! Therefore, more capable people should stand in the right position!"

"Pulso can't put himself in the right position in the men's football team, which is harmful to our men's football team!"

"Don't you want to wear Croatia's No. 9 and stand on the World Cup stage? I think you are fully qualified!"

Su Fei hesitated for a few seconds.

Facing Davor Suk's expectant eyes, he nodded slowly.

"Okay, I'll try."

"Your words are enough!"

Davor Suk showed a bright smile and patted Su Fei on the shoulder.

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Croatian men's football office.

Kranjcar watched Davor Suk's video several times.After Wo Suk handed over the physical test sheet, he couldn't help but ask for confirmation.

"Are you sure there is nothing wrong with this physical test data sheet?!"

"One hundred percent sure. Moreover, I also told Su that I hope he will choose No. 9 when he chooses the jersey number!"

"You... Well, okay. After all, the glory of Croatia's No. 9 was created by you, and you have the right to choose the next successor. But you have to know that this matter is not decided by our words, but depends on Su's performance on the court this afternoon."

Davro Suk smiled confidently.

"I believe in that kid. And I'm not trying to continue the glory of the No. 9 jersey. I just hope that the team can be stronger and strive to reproduce the glory of 1998 in this year's World Cup!"

"Haha, it was because you were there at that time!"

"But now, there is Su!"

For some reason, Davo Suk felt that he had a good impression of this black-haired boy when he saw Su flying.

Maybe.

Is it the affirmation from the tacit understanding between No. 9?

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At noon, in the player restaurant of the temporary training base.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Su Fei was dealing with the standard Croatian lunch in front of him.

Black risotto with cuttlefish and rice as the main ingredients, Istrian ham slices, and seafood soup made with mussels, shrimps, fish fillets, tomatoes, peppers and other vegetables.

It has been three months since I last tasted the taste of my hometown. Modric was crunchy. Su Fei was still entangled in the issue of the No. 9 jersey, and his appetite was average.

"Su, aren't you hungry?"

Su Fei noticed that Modric couldn't move his eyes away, and smiled as he handed the Istrian ham slices in front of him to him.

"You can eat a lot, but you don't gain weight."

"Who said that? I've gained several pounds eating in the Manchester City cafeteria recently..."

Modric scooped some black risotto from Su Fei's bowl and continued to show off.

Su Fei was fascinated.

No wonder there were so many eating broadcasts at that time. It was quite relaxing to watch people eating and showing off their food.

"Hi, Su! Can I sit here?"

Su Fei looked up and saw the captain of the national team, Niko Kovac, who was the first to greet him warmly.

"Of course, captain!"

"Haha, so polite, just call me Niko"

Niko Kovac is as easy-going as Davor Suker.

However, he also said almost the same words as Davor Suker!

"Ahem, Su, you haven't chosen your jersey number yet, I hope you can ask the head coach to choose No. 9!"

No. 9?

No. 9!

No. 9 again!

Su Fei was speechless. Is this Pulso so unpopular? The veteran and captain of the national team don't even want him to continue wearing No. 9!

"Haha, don't be too nervous. I hope you wear No. 9 because I've seen your games and I think you're fully qualified! This year, I hope you can be the offensive core of our team to help the team enter the World Cup knockout stage, or even the quarterfinals or semifinals, and reshape the glory of Croatian men's football! We want to win! We really want to win!"

Su Fei!

Silence.

If Davor Suker's words alone were not enough to impress me, then Niko Kovacs came again, and I was really touched.

Palace fight? Hate Pulso?

No no no!

The belief that the two showed to me was completely for one purpose.

Win!

There is only one belief conveyed by this team!

That is to win!

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