"Feeling pretty good!"

Van Stoyak watched the field, continuously jotting down notes.

From the third day onward, the main team began training together.

Vida, Lovren, and Joerruka officially joined the main squad's training sessions.

In just two days, they quickly integrated thanks to their positive attitudes and communication methods.

Of course, there was still some way to go before full integration.

But in a short time, they managed to synchronize with the midfield in coordinated defense, quickly covering positions when teammates pressed forward, and demonstrating clear thinking and communication in aerial duels. All of this signaled to Van Stoyak that these "newcomers" were rapidly blending into the team.

Currently, they might not be able to contribute significantly, but at the very least, they weren't holding the team back.

Moreover, in Bešić's philosophy, the primary focus for the defense was defending; attacking was secondary.

Therefore, their active movement, covering, and communication became plus points.

What's more, the three of them showed clear signs of gelling among themselves.

As the sweeper, Vida hadn't stopped talking since the practice match started, constantly relaying key information to teammates in blind spots, like a radar continuously reporting positions.

Lovren was decisive in stepping up to press and would retreat into position as the situation changed.

Especially when the opponent focused on the wings, he used his speed and agility to share the pressure with Ćorluka.

As for Ćorluka, he possessed accurate judgment in reading the ball and strong physical presence. Within the defensive unit, he could compensate for his weaknesses with his teammates' help and occasionally made very sensible passing choices—most importantly, he avoided mistakes!

The defense was a small unit within the larger team.

Every player inevitably had strengths and weaknesses.

Few were as versatile as Šuker!

This was where the team came in—coordination to highlight strengths and cover weaknesses.

This was what a team should be.

Not only Van Stoyak, but even Bešić kept nodding in approval.

Even he felt that Ćorluka and the others had done remarkably well in such a short time.

"Alright, that's enough for today's training. Tomorrow, we'll do light recovery training, and the day after, we prepare for the match!"

With that, Bešić turned and left.

After the practice match, Ćorluka and the other two immediately lay down on the ground.

"Exhausted!"

"My throat is so dry!"

Vida lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Soon, a bottle of water was handed to him.

Vida immediately sat up, took it, and gulped it down.

"Thanks, Captain!" Vida felt refreshed, as if he had come back to life.

Srna looked at Vida and the other two, smiling as he nodded. "You did well. The coach must be very satisfied. Keep up this form and continue working hard. Rest well today—take a hot shower, maybe use a warm towel to soothe your muscles. And Vida, you don't need to shout so loudly during training. Take care of your voice!"

Srna methodically reminded them of the points to note.

Šuker and Dujmović happened to be passing by.

Šuker covered his ears and muttered, "Sounds like a nagging mom!"

Dujmović turned his head. "You have a mom? Aren't you an orphan?"

Šuker executed a perfect leg-sweep takedown, sending Dujmović sprawling to the ground.

Two days before the match, everyone took some proper rest.

This match was crucial for Croatia to secure top spot in the group with one round to spare, so the entire nation was paying close attention.

As defending European champions, they had to live up to their reputation.

Of course, Greece was also a strong opponent, and they couldn't afford to let their guard down.

September 7th, Maksimir Stadium.

Once again, the stadium was filled with the passion of a home game, and the Croatian fans were as enthusiastic as ever.

Amid the roaring cheers, the players from both teams entered the field.

The starting lineups were as follows:

Croatia (4-3-3):

Goalkeeper: Subašić

Defenders: Srna, Vida, Lovren, Joerruka

Midfielders: Rakitić, Vukojević, Modrić

Forwards: Perišić, Mandžukić, Šuker

Greece (4-3-3):

Goalkeeper: Tzorvas

Defenders: Tzavellas, Papastathopoulos, Torosidis, Papadopoulos

Midfielders: Tziolis, Katsouranis, Karagounis

Forwards: Salpingidis, Gekas, Samaras

"This is the ninth round of the UEFA Euro 2012 qualifiers. Croatia hosts Greece!"

"Currently, there is a four-point gap between the two teams. If Greece defeats Croatia, they still have a chance to compete for the top spot in the group. But if they lose this match, Croatia will secure first place in the group and advance!"

"Croatia has made bold adjustments to their defensive line."

"Given that Šimić and Kovac are older and their form has declined, Vida and Lovren have been named starters. At full-back, Srna and Joerruka form the partnership on the left and right. Especially for Joerruka, this match is a test. He'll be up against Greece's right winger, Salpingidis, a player known for his speed and agility. Can Joerruka handle the defensive duties?"

"But I believe that in attack, Croatia doesn't need to worry too much. After all, we have—"

Just as Krašovec was about to say this, the entire stadium erupted in frantic shouts.

Šuker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!——

The roar swept through the stadium.

It was like a hurricane passing through, the ground trembling.

The roar of tens of thousands of fans.

Coupled with Šuker's fame and influence, the intimidating effect was overwhelming.

The Greek players looked at the opposing lineup, their eyes fixed on Šuker, filled with apprehension.

In the first leg, they had been stretched too thin by Šuker, nearly leading to a defensive collapse.

Although they had made some adjustments, they still couldn't be sure they could contain Šuker.

Greece was highly focused on this match.

Even though facing the defending champions and one of the tournament favorites, Croatia, meant immense pressure, they still had to give their all.

In Croatia's lineup, Vida kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

He felt incredibly lucky.

From being an overlooked player in the Bundesliga to being sought out by Bešić, in just one season, he had transformed into a starter for Croatia.

Of course, his position wasn't entirely secure yet.

But this progress was already significant.

He could even leverage his performances for the Croatian national team to return to a top-five league.

Everything was moving in a positive direction.

But first, he had to deliver consistent performances and solidify his place in the starting lineup.

Greece was not an easy opponent.

In Euro 2004, Greece had delivered a mythical performance, earning that tournament the title "Greek myth."

Four years later, Croatia had performed their own "rhapsody" at the Euros.

In a way, both teams had achieved legendary feats.

Tap!

Srna patted Vida on the shoulder, smiling. "Don't be nervous!"

Vida coughed dryly. "I-I'm not!"

Seeing the guy's stubborn denial, Srna continued smiling. "Don't worry, we'll win this match."

"I think so too!"

"I'm not just comforting you," Srna said seriously. "Greece is no match for us!"

Vida felt a bit dazed.

It was a confidence that came from deep within.

Greece was a mid-to-upper-tier team in Europe, worthy of being called a "strong team," but in Srna's eyes, there was no fear—only a firm belief in victory.

Peep!!!

The whistle blew.

Croatia kicked off the first half.

After Šuker started the game, Mandžukić immediately passed the ball back.

Modrić received it, turned, and prepared to pass back.

Vida saw Gekas, the Greek striker, rushing aggressively toward Modrić from behind.

Vida urgently shouted, "Watch your back!"

As he said this, Vida moved to receive the ball, signaling Modrić to pass to him.

Modrić calmly shaped to pass.

At that moment, Gekas read the play early, stepped around Modrić, and stretched out a foot to intercept.

"Oh no!"

Vida's heart sank, and he yelled urgently:

"Pass it! Pass it back! Watch out!!"

Just as it seemed like the ball would be stolen, Vida prepared to step in.

Suddenly, he saw Modrić plant his foot, drag the ball back, and turn smoothly.

He effortlessly evaded Gekas's challenge.

Boom!

Modrić played the ball first time.

Vida stared blankly at the scene.

"So graceful!"

After passing, Modrić turned and yelled, "What are you shouting about? Stay in your position!"

Who did this guy think he was, directing how he should play?

Vida was scolded, looking both embarrassed and slightly relieved.

Srna, standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle.

Modrić hated nothing more than someone telling him how to play.

As the midfield maestro, he was used to directing play and disliked anyone disrupting his rhythm.

Even Šuker had to listen to Modrić's instructions during games.

"We need to push up now!"

Srna suddenly said.

Vida couldn't help turning his head. "Push up?"

Srna nodded. "Yes! Our forwards are starting to press."

Vida looked across the field and saw Šuker and the attacking players relentlessly bombarding the Greek penalty area.

The entire midfield was pressing high up the pitch.

This required the defensive line to push up to the halfway line.

Vida couldn't help but open his mouth.

He was different from Lovren and Coruka.

Those two had at least some Champions League experience and had faced Šuker and the others, so they were somewhat accustomed to this level.

But Vida, who couldn't get playing time in the Bundesliga, had mostly played in the Croatian league.

He had only seen Šuker and Modrić's brilliance on TV.

In training matches, they never went all out.

But now, watching these guys siege the opponent's goal up close, he felt an electric current shoot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

They were unbelievably strong!

"Croatia starts with intense pressure! Bešić isn't looking to waste time but is applying pressure from the outset. With Šuker, Rakitić, and Modrić's excellent ball control, Croatia dominates possession, controlling the tempo and constantly threatening Greece's goal!"

"Greece looks like they're about to crack!"

Krašovec was exhilarated.

Since Bešić took over, Croatia's tactics had been more conservative, focusing on solid defense and counterattacks.

But honestly, the football under Bilić was more entertaining—the feeling of overwhelming the opponent was thrilling.

So, when Croatia displayed that kind of performance again, Krašovec and the fans were naturally ecstatic.

Playing at home, this was the way to do it!

Bešić stood on the sidelines, watching his team's ferocious attack and nodding slightly.

If it were before, with a stable lineup, he would have opted for a cautious, defensive counterattacking approach.

But now, with a revamped defense, he didn't want to put too much pressure on the "newcomers," which could lead to mistakes and loss of form.

Therefore, he decided to start with an all-out attack, using offense to boost morale and fighting spirit.

To be honest, Bešić and Mourinho were cut from the same cloth—both advocates of attacking football!

They didn't care about defense or attack specifically but focused on what worked to secure victory.

Under Croatia's relentless pressure, they earned their first corner in the 5th minute.

"Vida, go up for the header!"

Srna patted Vida on the shoulder. During training, Vida had shown decent aerial ability.

Encouraged by his teammates, Vida charged forward excitedly, rushing to the edge of the penalty area.

As soon as he planted his feet, Šuker strolled over.

Šuker stopped and stared at Vida.

Vida blinked, confused.

Seeing the guy's clueless expression, Šuker couldn't help but sigh.

Kovačić was like this!

Vida was like this too!

Why wasn't there a single clever guy around!

Šuker pushed him forward impatiently. "Move up, be my shield!"

Did he really think he was the main aerial threat?

Vida felt a bit wronged but immediately did as he was told.

Just as Modrić was about to take the corner, Vida, Mandžukić, and others charged forward.

They pressed against the defensive line, fighting to get into the box.

Boom!

Modrić took the corner.

Vida held off a defender and looked up at the ball.

Wasn't it too high?

"Back post!"

Vida immediately judged.

At that moment, he heard rapid footsteps beside him.

Swish!

A figure leaped up.

Under the lights, it was somewhat dazzling.

The white jersey with red checks, the large number 9 on the back!

His posture was like a soaring eagle.

Vida looked up, his mouth slightly agape.

Vida was 188 cm tall, but at that moment, Šuker's backside was almost level with his face.

How high did he jump?

Boom!

The ball met his forehead.

The next moment, the ball bulged the net.

Thud!

Šuker landed, turned, and sprinted toward the corner flag, spreading his arms and sliding into a celebratory kneel.

The entire Maksimir Stadium erupted.

"Šuker!!!!!! Goal!!!!!"

"A spectacular aerial strike! Unstoppable athleticism!"

"In Maksimir Stadium, in Croatian airspace, a bomber named Šuker has completed his mission!"

"Croatia takes the lead just 5 minutes into the game, ahead by one goal against Greece!"

Šuker!!!!!!!!!!——

Šuker!!!!!!!!!!——

Šuker!!!!!!!!!!——

The entire crowd chanted Šuker's name.

The stadium was boiling.

Vida turned and stared blankly at Šuker's back. His golden hair, combined with his wide eyes, made him look a bit like a Golden Retriever.

"Well done, Vida!"

Srna ran over and patted Vida on the shoulder.

Vida turned his head. "I didn't do anything!"

"How could you have done nothing?" Srna laughed, hooking an arm around Vida's neck and ruffling his golden hair. "You were Šuker's shield, weren't you?"

"You cleared the path for our superstar striker!"

Hearing this, Vida's eyes lit up.

That's right!

He had contributed.

After the celebration, Šuker walked back to the halfway line.

Returning to the field, Š Seek specifically found Vida: "Well done!"

Šuker extended his hand.

Vida looked at Šuker in surprise, then excitedly high-fived him.

"Next time, I'll be your shield again!"

Vida said excitedly.

Šuker nodded. "I look forward to it."

Turning away, Šuker wore a sly smile.

This little golden retriever was so easy to fool!

There was a clear gap in quality between Croatia and Greece.

So, after Croatia's aggressive start paid off, Rakitić scored with a long-range shot in the 11th minute to make it 2-0.

With a two-goal lead, Croatia began to slow the tempo.

In the second half, with Croatia leading, Šuker made a dazzling run down the left wing in the 51st minute. He cut inside along the edge of the box, took a few steps, and fired a shot that ricocheted off the near post and into the net.

Croatia led 3-0 against Greece.

At this point, Greece seemed mentally shattered by Croatia's attacking onslaught.

In the 55th minute, Greece made a substitution to address some defensive issues.

Bešić also made changes in the 60th minute.

Šuker and Rakitić came off.

Strinic and Brozović came on.

Croatia strengthened their midfield and defensive solidity.

It also gave the newcomers some playing time and a chance to handle pressure.

However, after the earlier bombardment and the high morale, Greece had already lost their fighting spirit.

Initially, Greece had hoped to challenge Croatia for the top spot in the group.

Now, they were just thinking about stabilizing and not letting the third-placed team overtake them in the final round.

They knew, deep down, that this match was hopeless.

In this situation, Croatia didn't face much pressure, and the defense operated steadily.

With Modrić and Srna directing play, Croatia maintained control and managed the game efficiently.

The 90 minutes were up!

Croatia defeated Greece 3-0.

This meant Croatia secured top spot in the group with one round to spare, advancing to the UEFA Euro 2012 main tournament!

"Whew~~~~"

Bešić let out a slow breath. "It's over. The last match will be for training."

Bešić wasn't obsessed with a perfect record; he preferred practical gains.

So, with first place already secured, he wouldn't sacrifice valuable training opportunities for a better-looking record.

For the last match, all the main players would rest!

He wanted the substitutes to experience pressure and take responsibility for the team's attack and defense.

Of course, the last opponent was Latvia, not particularly strong, so the substitutes could handle it.