The All-Around Center Forward

On the way back, Sukic was still sobbing, lying on the back seat with his butt sticking out.

Suker sat in the passenger seat, rubbing his temples with a headache.

This scene made Zorancic find it amusing.

It was the first time Suker had shown such an expression; he used to be so confident, but when facing certain things concerning his son, Suker would sometimes lose his composure.

"A four-year-old Bully!" Suker said with a headache; "Who would believe it if I told them!"

He sighed again; "Where did he learn that?"

Zorancic glanced at Suker but said nothing.

Like father, like son; a rat's son knows how to dig holes.

Who do you think he learned it from?

Zorancic believed that Sukic was inherently intelligent, and this age was precisely the best period for learning and imitation.

Of course, he was also amazed by Sukic's execution ability.

Being able to think and being able to do are not the same thing!

Just being able to think of these things was already surprising enough.

The most crucial thing was that this little devil actually put it into action!

"I miss Mom."

Sukic sniffled.

Suker turned his head

Sukic stubbornly turned his head away and mumbled softly: "Dad only knows how to hit people!"

Suker turned his head and glared; "Were you in the right?"

Sukic; "No!"

He apologized readily!

But this shamelessness...

Sigh~~~

Suker sighed. He used to make the Old Director's blood pressure skyrocket, and now, he felt the same sensation from Sukic.

"How was it resolved in the end?" Zorancic asked.

Suker: "How else could it be resolved? They didn't dare to hit him, so I had to. I left my number with that coach…"

Suker glanced at Sukic; "If this guy doesn't listen, I'll go over and hit him!"

Sukic pouted.

Thinking of this, Suker turned his head: "How about you go to a normal school?"

"I'm not going!" Sukic quickly shook his head; "It's good here."

Suker frowned.

Sukic quickly said; "I'll be obedient, and I won't form small groups anymore. I'll get along friendly with everyone else, and I won't hit people anymore."

"What if someone provokes you then?" Suker asked.

Sukic; "I'll have Orton hit him!"

"Who is Orton?" Suker asked.

Zorancic, who was beside them, laughed; "Their center-back, he's five years old this year, and he's the strongest among them!"

Suker started rubbing his forehead again.

Back at the villa, the day's events left Suker feeling somewhat exhausted.

Moreover, he had specifically taken the afternoon off.

So now he wasn't rushing to the training base.

Suker walked into the kitchen and made dinner.

He had hit him, and he had taught him a lesson.

But they still had to eat well.

Eating is the most important thing in the world!

The little guy was also a carefree soul; he was sulking just a moment ago, but then, smelling the delicious aroma, he came to the table to eat by himself.

After dinner, Sukic fell asleep on the sofa, still sleeping with his butt sticking out.

He had been on edge all day and had been hit until he cried, so he was probably genuinely tired.

Suker took out the first-aid kit from the drawer, pulled down Sukic's pants, applied a layer of medicine to his red bottom, and then carried Sukic upstairs to let him sleep soundly.

"How do you feel?" Zorancic asked with a smile as he watched Suker come downstairs.

Suker; "Raising a child is really tiring!"

He didn't know how to educate a child, nor could he grasp the right balance, and he was still exploring.

Zorancic smiled; "You've done very well."

Facing his own son, Suker still managed to restrain himself.

Zorancic felt that Suker had done very well.

"Really?" Suker couldn't help but smile, then shook his head tiredly; "Aren't you getting married?"

Zorancic: "Why are you rushing me to get married?"

Suker; "I'm just curious how you would raise a child."

Zorancic shrugged: "I don't have any plans right now, I still have a career to pursue!"

Suker shrugged, stood up and said; "I'm going to wash up and go to bed. It's been a tiring day."

Zorancic nodded in understanding.

Suker rinsed himself off, then went straight to bed. He didn't sleep, but lay on the bed with his eyes closed, resting.

There were some complicated thoughts in his mind, and the feeling of disarray from earlier in the day still lingered.

Thinking about these things, Suker's breathing gradually became even without him realizing it.

The night passed without a word. The next day.

Suker woke up early to prepare for his morning exercise.

However, when he went downstairs, he saw Sukic wearing a jersey, holding a football, and standing at the door.

"What do you want?" Suker asked.

Sukic pointed to the field in the yard: "Dad, look at my juggling!"

Suker blinked. He thought about it and realized he hadn't really paid attention to how Sukic played football or his talent.

"Let's go!"

Suker also changed his morning exercise plan.

Upon reaching the field, Sukic was eager to start playing immediately, but Suker grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

"Warm up first, then stretch, then touch the ball!" Suker frowned; "Don't they teach these things at the football school?"

A foundational school, and they don't teach these?

Sukic; "I'm very talented, I can touch the ball directly!"

Suker lightly kicked Sukic's butt.

"Warm up!"

With that, Suker stood up, and they both started running together.

They ran five laps around the small field, and Sukic was slightly sweating.

Suker then led him through a set of stretching exercises.

Once these were done, Suker threw the small football over.

"Let me see!"

"Watch closely!" Sukic looked full of confidence.

Suker couldn't help but smile.

Soon, Sukic began juggling the ball.

Thump thump thump thump!!

The rhythm was very good.

His body was very coordinated!

Suker nodded slightly.

But soon, he noticed some characteristics.

His ball control was excellent!

When Sukic juggled, the ball went straight up and down, without any spin.

Many people, when juggling, would often hook their toes to control the ball, which would cause the ball to spin inwards.

But true juggling for ball control training was like Sukic's.

This meant the ball was accurately and precisely hit on the instep, thereby increasing stability.

The little guy performed with effort.

Juggling again and again.

From time to time, his eyes would glance at Suker.

It was as if he was saying, 'Quick, praise me.'

Suker couldn't help but smile. He stood up slightly and beckoned with his finger.

"Pass it over!"

Sukic used his instep, adjusted the angle, and gently passed the ball over.

The passing angle and arc were both very good.

Suker barely exerted any effort; he simply used the arch of his foot to lift the ball.

The ball was small, but with Suker's ball control and handling ability, it was child's play.

Suker juggled it twice, then gently passed it back.

"Trap it well!"

Sukic nodded vigorously.

Slap!

Suker's pass wasn't very good, requiring Sukic to step sideways.

But before the ball landed, he still used his instep to lift the ball, while his left foot quickly followed up to juggle the ball high, then he raised his head, cushioned the ball with his forehead, and continued to juggle steadily.

Tsk tsk

Suker's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

This ball control, it really is excellent!

Hehe!

Seeing Suker rubbing his chin, looking surprised.

Sukic's lips were almost stretched to his ears.

Oh dear!

Perhaps getting carried away, he failed to control the ball, and it quickly shot towards Suker.

But Suker pressed down with his calf and slightly lifted his thigh.

He saved a sudden ball again.

The most crucial thing was that throughout the entire process, Suker simply squatted down to cushion the ball with an air of nonchalance.

"Have you practiced ball control with other parts of your body besides your instep?"

Suker asked while juggling the ball.

Sukic nodded quickly.

"Good! Next, I'll name a body part, and you use that part to receive the ball."

Sukic looked interested.

Suker passed the ball and said; "Instep!"

Suker's pass was a little too strong this time.

Sukic took small steps, retreated slightly, and then jumped up to receive the ball with the arch of his foot.

Hehe!

He passed the ball back to Suker, looking smug.

Suker casually kicked it back, this time passing it a bit higher.

"Head!"

Sukic tilted his head back and cushioned the ball again.

Hehe!

Suker gently headed the ball, this time a downward pass.

"Thigh!"

Sukic lifted his thigh, and there was a noticeable vibration in his thigh when cushioning the ball.

Hehe!

"Chest!"

Sukic leaned back and cushioned the ball with his chest.

Hehe!

Suker passed the ball again.

"Butt!"

Sukic froze.

Butt?

How do you receive a ball with your butt?

The little guy was confused and fumbled, failing to control the ball.

This scene was witnessed by Zorancic in the yard, who couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Uncle!"

Sukic called out, displeased.

Zorancic laughed; "You're already very good."

"But I didn't get it." Sukic was frustrated.

At this moment, a pair of large hands pressed on his head, gently rubbing it.

"You really are very good." Suker lowered his head; "You're more talented than I imagined!"

Sukic's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously, saying; "Am I a genius like Dad too?"

Suker was silent for a moment: "I am not a genius!"

Sukic was startled.

The whole world praised Suker's talent, which also brought great pressure to Sukic.

After all, he is Suker's child.

It's normal for him to have good talent; no one praises it.

But if he plays poorly, he will definitely be ridiculed.

But my dad said I'm not a genius?

Isn't that a joke!

Suker also didn't explain.

"It's time for breakfast!"

After breakfast, Suker rushed to the training base to prepare for the Spanish Super Cup.

When he arrived at the training base, he saw his teammates looking at him with smiles.

The matter of Suker being called to the football school was no secret internally.

And Suker had even taken leave yesterday.

"Did Sukic get into a fight too?" Srna shook his head and sighed, "Girls are better, I really envy Luka's kid!"

Suker: "Your son also got into a fight?."

Srna grinned: "Yes! With Kovac's son!"

This… is quite awkward!

Speaking of which, Suker couldn't help but laugh and cry: "When did we start talking about these things?"

"It means we're old," Srna said.

Suker rolled his eyes: "I'm not old!"

Today's training was still the same old routine.

First, they gathered in the tactics room, and Mourinho explained the tactics again.

He had to explain the tactics thoroughly, making sure the players clearly understood the key points.

Especially for slow-witted players like Casemiro, he even provided one-on-one tactical explanations after class.

It must be said that Mourinho was really good to Casemiro.

Not only did he help him establish himself in the team and provide playing opportunities, but he also secured a new salary for him.

Although it couldn't compare to Suker's, it was considered the average standard for Real Madrid.

A player who had just joined the first team for less than a month was able to sign a brand new contract, which showed how much Mourinho valued him.

Kroos worked very hard.

He worked very hard to understand his teammates' playing habits.

He believed these details could be useful at certain times, so he memorized everything, no matter how small.

Currently, Kroos was competing with his German compatriot, Khedira.

However, due to Suker's support, he had a greater advantage.

Of course, the final result still depended on his own efforts.

If Kroos didn't strive for it himself, Suker's help would be in vain.

Kroos worked very hard!

Especially after Mourinho removed his prejudice against him, he gradually grew fond of this obedient and hard-working player.

Whether in training or in practice matches, Kroos's running volume was very high.

Since it was training, some players were holding back.

But Kroos went all out; he believed that only by doing so could he improve himself.

Moreover, recent training match performances would also be linked to appearances in the Spanish Super Cup.

He really hoped to participate in this match and win the first championship trophy for Real Madrid after joining the team.

Five days passed quietly.

The day of the Spanish Super Cup arrived.

Sevilla, Spain.

Ramon Sanchez Pizjuan Stadium.

The Spanish Super Cup will be held.

It will be between the Spanish League Championship winner, Real Madrid, and the Copa del Rey winner, Barcelona!

It was another El Clásico.

It was also a contest between Suker and Messi.

This naturally attracted huge attention.

And for Real Madrid and Barcelona, this match was also a good opportunity for early scouting.

Real Madrid knew that some individual players of Barcelona were in a slump, and it was unclear if they had adjusted now, but it certainly wouldn't be that fast.

Barcelona also knew about the internal situation of Real Madrid; Mourinho's terrible relationship with Casillas was no longer a secret.

Even the media was constantly speculating, but no explosive news had been revealed.

Both teams, compared to their peak periods, had been somewhat weakened.

Of course, Suker's form was impeccable.

The same went for Messi.

Their individual forms were maintained, and thus, the focus of this match was naturally these two.

The stadium was already packed with fans.

In the pre-season Super Cup, both sets of fans were also very curious about the players' form.

Especially for Real Madrid fans, they had heard some rumors, and the infighting within the Spain National Team was basically confirmed.

However, they were not very aware of the extent to which the internal conflicts of Real Madrid had evolved.

Therefore, they were also worried about the team's situation.

The warm-up session ended, and players from both teams returned to the locker room through the player tunnel.

Suker changed into his jersey, ready to go out.

Mourinho still used the same rhetoric, constantly inciting opposition, conflict, and hatred.

Casillas watched this scene with cold eyes, but his eyes held deep helplessness.

He had been completely suppressed by Mourinho.

But he was angry at Florentino and Suker's silence.

The locker room had become like this, yet these two remained silent.

He alone couldn't handle it!

Casillas shook his head slightly, stood up, and said, "Let's go, let's win the match!"

No matter how conflicts were concealed, the match still had to be played, and victory had to be fought for.

As professional players, this was the top priority!

Players from both sides arrived at the player tunnel, and a quiet, oppressive atmosphere permeated the air.

Both sides waited in silence to enter the field.

From the captains to the players, each one had a fierce look in their eyes.

In fact, some conflicts are difficult to resolve with a word or two.

What's more, Real Madrid and Barcelona had been fighting fiercely in El Clásico over the past three seasons.

In every match, the number of yellow cards increased!

This also indicated that the conflicts had not diminished, but instead intensified.

Moreover, before this match, Mourinho had once again launched targeted attacks.

Facing Barcelona's new Head Coach, Mourinho's evaluation was:

"Guardiola couldn't defeat me, and his assistant is even less likely to!"

At the same time, he also incited Real Madrid's superiority theory and belittled Barcelona.

Although there was not a single foul word, the sheer disdain and sarcasm made everyone at Barcelona extremely angry.

These Barcelona players were unwilling to suffer such humiliation and adopted a fighting stance, as one could imagine.

Conflicts in this match were bound to be plentiful.

"Do you see that shorty?" Pepe looked at Casemiro with a ferocious expression and said, "Tackle him hard when the time comes!"

Ramos also nodded: "If he tries to get past you, just tackle him!"

Real Madrid against Barcelona has always been a head-on clash; they would never hold back when facing the opponent's attacks.

Soon, players from both teams walked onto the field to cheers.

The starting lineups for both teams are as follows:

Real Madrid (4-2-3-1):

Goalkeeper: Casillas.

Defenders: Srna, Ramos, Pepe, Marcelo.

Midfielders: Bale, Casemiro, Khedira, Kaka, Suker.

Forward: Benzema.

Barcelona (4-3-3):

Goalkeeper: Valdes.

Defenders: Alves, Pique, Mascherano, Adriano.

Midfielders: Xavi, Alexandre Song, Fabregas.

Forwards: Pedro, Messi, Sanchez.

Suker looked at Barcelona's lineup and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The midfield was a combination of Fabregas, Alexandre Song, and Xavi.

In the original timeline, Barcelona did indeed plan to give Fabregas more opportunities this season.

They intended to use Fabregas to fill Xavi's position.

Throughout the beginning of the season, Xavi and Iniesta were rotated, but Fabregas was always a starter.

And he was always in the midfield position!

But in the end, Fabregas still failed to inherit Xavi's position.

On one hand, Xavi was old but still strong.

On the other hand, Vilanova was not firm enough.

This also led to Fabregas being moved forward from the midfield position again when the second half of the season began and entered the fierce point-scoring battle, making his position within the team ambiguous.

And it was under this change that Fabregas completely understood that Barcelona's confidence in him was not that firm.

He also became disheartened and began to contemplate leaving.

He wanted to return to the Gunners, to the embrace of that Old Director.

But at that time, the Gunners' door had been firmly shut and welded for him.

In desperation, Fabregas made another foolish decision.

He joined another team in London, the Blues, Chelsea!

However, the current Fabregas was full of vigor, with the aura of Barcelona's future pillar.