Suk's main job lately has been eating and training.
Based on the previous match against Sarajevo Railway Workers, Suk appeared more anxious, and his training volume also increased significantly.
He not only trains with the team but also does extra training on his own.
Of course, he still can't touch strength training; he needs to ensure growth.
Suk has a large appetite, which means he has a good appetite and good absorption.
But the problem is eating so much, what's the point of just eating without growing taller?
Since the last growth spurt, a full three weeks have passed, and he's been stuck at a height of 161 centimeters, showing no signs of movement at all.
The fitness coach, Hartbach, advises Suk to wait patiently, as growth is not a one-time event but needs to proceed in cycles.
The growth cycle for boys is puberty, which is the development period.
Centered around the age of 18, fluctuating up and down by about two years.
Suk is currently 17 years old, and at the latest, he has three more years of growth; before his bones close, he still has a chance to grow taller.
Moreover, Suk had been in a state of malnutrition for a long time, so Hartbach advised Suk not to rush it.
Suk knows that Hartbach is comforting him, but he is still a little anxious in his heart; he even thought about the 'changing water' method.
Suk's anxiety about his height has even affected Modrić.
Currently, Modrić is also not tall.
Suk and Modrić are the two shortest people on the team.
Suk is 161 centimeters.
Modrić is 167 centimeters.
The key is that Suk has grown a full 10 centimeters, from Modrić's neck to near his temples.
At least he's already developed, right?
But Modrić hasn't shown any signs of movement.
"Does drinking milk help you grow taller?"
Watching Suk drink a glass of milk clean, Modrić asked.
Suk said decisively: "Yes! Definitely!"
Modrić nodded and quickly finished his glass of milk.
Entering November, Mostar welcomed an early snow.
Starting in the early morning, white snowflakes began to fall, not stopping until noon.
In one morning, the entire town was covered with a layer of silver-white attire, and even the trees in the distant mountains were dyed with a hint of white halo.
The Neretva River is still turbulent and rapid, taking away pieces of snowflakes and also transporting the cold air from the top of the mountain.
After leaving the city and entering the mountains of Mostar, Basterdji, a media reporter from 'Bosnian Sports,' put on a cotton coat, but even so, he still felt the cold wind seeping into his body from the gaps, making him feel very uncomfortable.
"What a desolate place!"
The once beautiful town, due to falling into winter, has become sparsely populated on the streets; occasionally, you can see some sanitation workers and passing vehicles, but this makes it even more desolate.
Basterdji came to film 'The Twin Stars of Mostar.' Since defeating Sarajevo last time, they have become the focus of attention, and after defeating Sarajevo Railway Workers, 'Bosnian Football' finally began to take action, contacting the club to start making an exclusive interview.
"Let's go; we need to hurry up."
Basterdji said to the assistant beside him; he wanted to finish work as soon as possible and return to his warm little nest.
After they arrived at Mostar Zrinjski, they were led directly to the training ground by the staff.
Mostar Zrinjski's financial situation is not good, so the entire training ground looks a bit dilapidated, but the snow in the stadium has been swept clean.
And now, the two teenagers he is about to interview are doing some specialized training in the stadium.
"Do you need me to call them over?"
The staff asked.
Basterdji waved his hand; "No, let's start from here."
He believes that this kind of scene has a good positive promotion effect on the program content.
Basterdji took out a small camera, clipped it to his leather jacket with one hand, and leaned closer to start filming.
Sunshine, snow, sweat, exhaled heat, rising mist.
Under this kind of picture, it gives people a very positive and upward atmosphere, and Basterdji couldn't help but adjust the angle to make the picture more sunny.
Suddenly, he saw Suk, who was juggling the ball, gently lifting the ball, and then turning sideways to take a fierce shot.
The ball flew straight towards him.
"Ah! — —"
Basterdji was startled and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the ball hit the barrier and fell down; otherwise, being hit by a kick would definitely be very painful.
"Hey! What are you filming, you guy?"
Suk's reprimanding voice came.
He ran over angrily; many teams in the Bosnian league frequently spy on information.
But he had never seen someone so blatantly running to the training ground to film.
This guy is really brave!
"Speak! Which team's spy are you?"
Suk questioned.
It was obviously a serious tone, but with a round baby face, it had no deterrent effect at all.
At this time, the staff came over and quickly explained; "They are reporters from 'Bosnian Sports' and are conducting an interview with you."
"Interview?" Suk was stunned.
He then remembered that the coach, Van Stejak, seemed to have said something about an interview.
At this time, Basterdji also stood up; he patted his butt, checked the camera, and after finding that there were no problems, he said; "Let me introduce myself; I am Basterdji, a reporter from 'Bosnian Sports,' and I have an appointment for this afternoon's interview."
Suk turned to look at Modrić.
"Were we notified about the interview?"
Modrić shook his head.
Suk looked at the staff again, and the person explained; "The interview was originally scheduled for tomorrow; I didn't expect them to come so soon."
After saying that, the staff looked at Basterdji and asked; "Should we start now?"
Basterdji nodded; "Let's do it this afternoon."
After the two sides communicated, they came to the locker room together; after all, they couldn't find a better interview location.
Basterdji set up the camera and aimed it at Suk and Modrić, who were sitting side by side.
Modrić was a little cramped in front of the camera, while Suk was curiously looking around and asking questions.
"Will we be on TV?"
"Which channel?"
"Can you let us see it after it's recorded?"
Basterdji felt that Suk was annoying, constantly asking questions, while Modrić's silence won his favor.
"Be quiet for a moment; we'll start soon," Basterdji told Suk to be quiet.
The latter pouted.
Then, he said gently to Modrić:
"How about starting with you?"
Modrić nodded gently.
"What should I do?"
"Introduce yourself!"
Modrić sat upright, looked at the camera, and said; "Hello everyone, my name is Luka Modrić, I'm from Croatia, and I currently play for Mostar Zrinjski Football Club."
After saying that, Basterdji nodded to Suk.
Suk: "My name is Suk, Suk of Davor Suk, I am a center forward, also from Croatia!"
Basterdji took out the question card in his hand and said;
"As the twin stars of Mostar, your tacit cooperation has brought victory to the team time and time again. Where did you first meet?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Suk scratched his cheek a little awkwardly.
Modrić smiled.
The two said at the same time; "On the Old Bridge!"
Basterdji said in surprise; "Was it a chance encounter?"
The image of Suk diving appeared in Modrić's mind, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
Suk coughed lightly and gently kicked Modrić's chair leg.
Basterdji recorded this scene and smiled: "It seems that something interesting happened."
"Yes, very interesting!"
Modrić gestured and told the scene at that time.
Suk on the side looked embarrassed.
Basterdji looked at Suk in surprise; this 'lively' little guy actually had such a tragic past.
"How did you spend those difficult years?"
Basterdji asked.
Suk sighed depressingly and waved his hand; "First of all, I don't think it's that difficult. I play the football I like and gradually touch the goal. Although I have been hungry a few times, compared to those children who lost their lives in the war, I am already lucky. I have the right to pursue my dreams and create the future."
Basterdji; "You are now a genius player in the Bosnian Premier League, and your performance is related to the team's victory or defeat. Does this achievement make you proud?"
"This is just the beginning." Suk said loudly; "I won't feel proud, and I won't feel proud. I still have many shortcomings. I still have many things I want and unfinished dreams, so I need to train harder."
Basterdji nodded; "Okay, what is your goal?"
"Champions League!" Suk said concisely.
"Participate in the Champions League?"
Suk shook his head; "Champions League champion!"
Basterdji: "."
He was frightened by Suk's unrealistic goal.
This guy who is still playing in the Bosnian Premier League is thinking about the Champions League champion?
This is the dream stage of many players, and how many people can get this honor?
He asked not about dreams, but about goals!
Not to let you dream!
Basterdji turned to look at Modrić; "What about you?"
Modrić was silent for a moment and said; "Bring the first Hercules Cup to Croatia!"
Basterdji: "."
One is more unreliable than the other!