Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 728

When the Croatian men's football team was training, a guest arrived at the Maksimir Stadium.

"Hey! Luka!"

"Mr. Mamic!"

Su Fei couldn't help but look up. It was Modric's agent, Zdravko Mamic.

This was not the first time Su Fei had seen Mamic since last year's World Cup. Almost every time Su Fei returned to China, Mamic would come to see him.

Su Fei had no reason to refuse.

Putting aside Mamic's influence in both the black and white worlds of Croatia, he had always been very friendly to him. Once he helped him solve the problem of buying a property in Croatia.

Yes.

Su Fei bought a house in the suburbs of Croatia. It was not for living, but for convenience every time he went to visit his parents' graves.

Su Fei didn't have much affection for his parents in this life. But after all, they were the parents of the original owner, and Su Fei still felt it necessary to respect them.

Although he couldn't hear, Su Fei could see that Modric and Mamic were chatting happily. This summer, Manchester City and Modric signed a big contract again, which was very big, so big that it must have exceeded Mamic's original profit expectations for Modric.

So.

This agent who once strictly controlled Modric had no reason to show any majestic attitude towards Modric. The relationship between him and Modric was already very harmonious.

After a while.

Modric brought Mamic to Su Fei, and Mamic greeted him with a smile and was very enthusiastic.

"Su! Long time no see! I heard that you were broadcasting the shoe launch conference on our local TVK TV station last time. Why didn't you tell me? I can arrange for you to go to our CTV for free. The equipment there is the most professional in Croatia!"

"Haha, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Mamic. If I had known this, I would have told you, but I didn't expect that you actually knew the people at CTV?"

Mamic spread his hands, looking like a big boss.

"There is no one I don't know in Croatia, including the president! If you want to meet him... But I think with your current status in Croatia, the president would be happy to see you if you want."

"You are exaggerating. I am just a football player. National hero... That is just media hype. Last time I went to the Palace Hotel for dinner, I checked the receipt and found that they even charged me for an extra bottle of wine..."

Faced with Mamic's flattery, Su Fei did not hesitate to tell the story of being cheated when eating in the local area. The fact is indeed so. Maybe in the hearts of Croatian fans, his status is indeed very high, but in the eyes of most ordinary people, especially businessmen, he is just a rich man who is easy to slaughter.

"Really? Are you sure? Palace Hotel? Damn it. I know their boss, and I will talk to him about this tonight."

"Forget it, forget it, I'm kidding."

Su Fei didn't expect that after hearing what he said, Mamic's expression became particularly serious, as if he was going to kill someone. According to what I know, this guy really has a gun... Su Fei is really afraid that Mamic will go to talk to the owner of the Palace Hotel with a gun tonight.

It has the flavor of a Hollywood movie... But real life is indeed much more magical than movies, and Su Fei has always recognized this.

"Okay, don't worry. Now that I know about this... this joke. In the future, in Croatia, at least in Zagreb, no restaurant will charge you a penny more, they will only give you a discount."

"Thank you, Mr. Mamic."

Although Su Fei couldn't guess what Mamic would do and didn't ask for it, this sentence sounded very comfortable. However, Mamic's next words made Su Fei realize that Mamic had something to ask of him...

"You're welcome, Su. We are friends, and you are Luca's brother. These are what I should do, like a real elder, to protect you. By the way, are you interested in making a movie, Su?"

"Make... a movie?"

Su Fei subconsciously wanted to refuse, but thinking of Mamic's kindness to him just now, he swallowed the words of no interest.

"Yes, haha. A friend of mine invested in a football-related movie, a documentary about our Croatian 1998 World Cup. Well, the protagonist is based on our Croatian Golden No. 9 Davor Suker. Are you interested in making a cameo appearance? I think it should be less than 1 minute of footage."

"Can I? I have no experience at all."

Su Fei wanted to ask why not find Suker himself, but then he thought of Suker's currentBald, pot-bellied, unshaven... it's really not suitable, and even the stylist can't save it.

"Of course you can, Su! The director has seen the TV commercials you shot for Dove, Ford, and Coca-Cola, and he said you are a talented actor."

".....Okay, what time, when?"

"Tomorrow, you happen to be in Croatia, I will pick you up at the hotel, and we will try to get it done in one day."

"Okay."

Su Fei agreed, and Modric next to him said excitedly at this time.

"I will go with you, Su! You will play Suk, and I will play the captain Nick!"

"Ah? Then you have to comb your hair back like the captain? What about your long hair?"

"Wig. You are too out of date, Su. Actors all have wigs, and you will also wear a wig. After all, Mr. Suk is blonde."

"..."

Su Fei touched his nose awkwardly. After saying this, he seemed to be a little out of date. He didn't realize it at the first time.

Mamic left.

It was decided that Su Fei and Modric would go to shoot a movie together tomorrow.

But before that.

The two needed to participate in the European qualifier against Israel this afternoon.

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At six o'clock in the afternoon, when Su Fei followed his teammates through the player tunnel and entered the Maksimir Stadium.

The empty audience seats in the morning were already full.

The Croatian fans on both sides of the exit shouted the names of the Croatian players crazily.

"Su! Su!!"

"Luka! Luka!!"

"Nick! Nick!!"

"......"

Su Fei, Modric and the national team captain Nick are the three most popular players in Croatia today.

Appearance ceremony.

The Israelis, led by Yossi Benayoun, stood in a row with Croatia.

Listening to the Israeli national anthem.

Su Fei felt upset for some reason and covered his mouth and leaned close to Modric's ear.

"We're going to beat them up later, feed me more balls!"

"Ah, OK!"

"Well, I don't like Israelis."

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