Suk's consecutive dribbles on the edge of the penalty area created immense pressure on the opponent.
The Sarajevo players' heads were buzzing.
They tried their best to use their positioning to limit Suk's passing, but now this guy suddenly started dribbling horizontally in front of their goal, throwing the defense into chaos.
It was the same the first two times, so how should they defend the next time?
They couldn't find a reasonable solution at all.
Mainly, they couldn't keep up with his speed, and even fouling in that position had to be done carefully. Who knew if Suk would suddenly surge forward and run into the penalty area? That would cost them a penalty!
At this moment, the Sarajevo defenders' minds were in a mess.
And Mostar Zrinjski, relying on Suk's disturbance on the edge of the penalty area, sensed an opportunity to push forward.
"That's right! That's how you play!"
Van Stijak smiled happily.
He felt that the tactics had been fully unleashed.
Of course, these opportunities were all earned by Suk's individual ability to create enough threat in the frontcourt.
But it also indirectly showed his excellent vision.
"Suk is playing better and better!"
Assistant coach Van Dill looked at the panicked Sarajevo defense on the field and said with a smile, "Be careful not to be targeted by others!"
Van Stijak said confidently, "In Bosnia, no one can poach him away!"
The game had reached 35 minutes, and Mostar Zrinjski, thanks to Suk's outstanding performance on the wing, was dominating the game.
Of course, they were occasionally hit by counterattacks from Sarajevo.
Sarajevo was clearly anxious at this time.
They no longer cared about new tactics and subconsciously started playing the familiar game of crossing from the wings.
But with such hasty attacks, their overall performance was off track.
After Mašović withstood Suk Bazić and headed the ball out of the penalty area, defensive midfielder Boban chested the ball down, turned around, and immediately passed the ball to Modrić near the center circle.
"Counterattack!!!"
Boban shouted loudly, and Mostar Zrinjski instantly formed a counterattack.
Modrić dribbled forward after turning around and, seeing Suk, passed the ball to him again.
The moment Suk received the ball, the entire Sarajevo defense suddenly panicked.
They all stared at Suk.
The previous dribbles had left them with great psychological pressure.
Therefore, when Suk touched the ball this time, they didn't dare to make any big moves.
However, Sarajevo's young full-back was already rushing towards Suk.
"Don't extend your foot!"
Ivan Kostić was still too slow to shout.
As Istović approached, Suk gently flicked the ball inside, feigning a start.
When Istović shifted his weight, Suk immediately pulled back and turned, as if he was about to break through from the wing.
Istović was now in a panic. He reluctantly pulled back his center of gravity and staggered towards the right.
Even if he fell, he would stop Suk.
But Suk made a sudden stop, sending the ball through Istović's legs with his right foot. As Istović was faked out and fell, Suk smoothly passed him.
"He's past him!!"
Basodaki cheered loudly.
Ivan Kostić, seeing the full-back being passed, was wary of Suk's shot and immediately rushed over.
But Suk flicked the ball with the back of his foot, sending it forward.
"Through ball! Kosopek!"
Kosopek slanted forward, drawing both center-backs towards the baseline.
At the same time, Suk continued to run along the arc, drawing the full-back guarding Bilal with him.
Bilal was now in an unmarked position.
Kosopek had no angle to shoot, so he turned around and passed the ball directly!
Another nutmeg!
The ball went through Bičević's legs and came to Bilal's feet, who was completely unmarked.
Seeing the opportunity created by his teammate, Bilal pushed the ball with the inside of his foot, sending it into the lower right corner of the goal.
"Goal!!!!!!!"
"Mostar Zrinjski welcomes the first goal of the game, scored by Bilal."
"However, in the attack, Suk's dribbling and passing posed a great threat to the team's offense."
"Suk's consecutive dribbling in the first half helped the team gain an advantage, and it was also Suk's dribbling that helped the team get this goal!"
The scene was filled with excitement.
Mostar Zrinjski fans erupted in loud cheers.
This counterattack was clean and sharp. Two consecutive passes sent the ball to Suk's feet.
Suk used his individual ability in the frontcourt to continuously change direction, nutmeg the opponent's full-back, and complete the pass. Kosopek's telepathic forward run, combined with Bilal's clever movement, resulted in this goal.
Bilal ran wildly on the field to celebrate.
This was his 7th goal of the season. Compared to the past, his performance has greatly increased.
In Suk's view, Bilal is definitely an underrated player.
His awareness of running positions and his lateral movements always create a shooting space, and his ability to seize opportunities is also good.
This also allowed Mostar Zrinjski to send the ball to Bilal's feet after a series of passes.
The appearance of this goal caused the game's situation to fluctuate.
For Sarajevo, they wanted to press as much as possible, they wanted to press Mostar Zrinjski to play.
They wanted not only a victory, but also a resounding win.
However, excessive forward pressure led to frequent disconnections in the formation. Coupled with Suker's intense pressure on the wings, this ultimately resulted in conceding a goal.
"Don't dwell on this goal! Let's stick to our rhythm and keep our spirits up!"
Ivan Krilic was shouting encouragement.
He hoped the players' morale wouldn't be affected, but the appearance of any goal always made them feel bad.
Moreover, what Mostar Zrinjski displayed in this goal made them feel overwhelmed.
Especially Sarajevo's fullback, Istevic, the young man's mentality was on the verge of collapse.
Being repeatedly outplayed by Suker once or twice, his mind was already a bit muddled, and he completely didn't know how to defend Suker.
Extending his foot would result in being bypassed, and not extending his foot meant he could only follow behind Suker's butt and be taunted.
Moreover, he couldn't understand Suker's passing routes at all, which meant he couldn't make advance judgments.
As an ambitious young player, he wanted to keep the main player, Joriaci, on the bench, but only at this moment did he understand why Joriaci's performance was so poor.
It wasn't a problem with his own strength, but rather that the guy in front of him was indeed a bit too difficult to deal with.
"Well done!"
Suker high-fived Modric, and both were happy for the goal.
After all, after scoring, their overall pressure would be much less.
"They want to press!"
Suker said.
Modric nodded: "I can see that too, but they don't seem very familiar, and they always disconnect while playing!"
Suker: "So we have to work harder, snatch the ball, I will retreat more to cover, you can try to insert forward!"
Modric immediately nodded.
In the next ten minutes, Mostar Zrinjski and Sarajevo engaged in a fierce offensive battle.
Sarajevo wanted to seize the time to equalize, so they invested more offensive power.
Mostar Zrinjski was relentlessly pressing and forcing.
Both sides were fiercely confronting each other in every corner of the stadium.
The overall rhythm was also significantly accelerated.
This kind of offensive battle also made the fans' blood boil.
"Snatch it! Sarajevo distributes the ball to the wing, Tilemanci is dribbling at high speed, Krpic presses forward to limit him, Tilemanci has to slow down, oh! Counter-attack!!"
Commentator Basso Daci shouted excitedly.
Before Tilemanci arrived at the bottom line, Suker rushed from behind, cooperating with Krpic's forward pressure, and the two of them snatched the ball together.
This time, Suker ran all the way to the position near his own penalty area.
"Active retreat!"
Watching Suker's active defense, Atgenici couldn't help but admire.
No one would dislike this kind of player who runs hard.
But Suker's performance wasn't over yet.
Now, Sarajevo's overall formation was in a state of forward pressure.
After Suker snatched the ball, he passed it to Modric with one kick, and immediately began to run wildly forward from his own half.
"Mostar Zrinjski is starting a counterattack again!"
Seeing the charging Suker, Modric passed the ball forward to Kosopeci, and then he also began to sprint forward.
Suker and Modric, one on the left and one on the right, inserted forward from the ribs.
Two full-backs also quickly inserted forward to help widen the attack.
However, Suker stopped suddenly after running halfway.
He found that everyone was charging, presenting a straight line, and no one was receiving the ball in the rear.
Suker immediately ran horizontally, running behind Kosopeci.
At this time, Kosopeci was facing away from the goal and engaged in a fierce physical confrontation with the opponent's center-back, Ivan Krilic.
"Don't think about getting past!"
"Get out of the way!"
Both were frantically pushing each other.
Kosopeci wanted to squeeze out a space to turn around.
Ivan Krilic was firmly blocking the position, not allowing Kosopeci to turn around.
At this moment, Suker's voice suddenly came.
"Captain, pass back!"
Kosopeci heard Suker's voice, he suddenly looked up, and when he saw Suker, he passed the ball out.
Suker, facing the returned ball, dribbled the ball horizontally, aimed at the ribs that were pulled out, and stuffed the ball in.
This was a knife-like through ball!
"Luca!!"
At the moment of passing the ball, Suker roared loudly.
Modric heard the sound, and his feet immediately accelerated, and he drilled through the defense line.
"Oh!!!!! This through ball!!"
Commentator Basso Daci couldn't help but stand up, he stretched his neck and looked at the stadium,
"Beautiful!"
Scout Atgenici also slapped his thigh and praised, while secretly clenching his fist.
"Luca! You must seize the opportunity!"
At the coach's bench, the coaches also stood up excitedly.
Under the attention of the audience, Modric broke through the defense line and caught up with the ball.
The opponent's goalkeeper abandoned the goal and came out, taking the initiative to press forward to block the shooting area.
Just when the opponent's goalkeeper Ivanci made a side save, Modric gently flicked his foot, completing a lob shot with a very elegant posture.
The ball passed over the goalkeeper's head and slowly fell into the goal.
At the last moment of the first half, Mostar Zrinjski led Sarajevo 2:0.
Suker assists, Modric scores!