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The summer sun of 2002 was scorching.
The blazing heat and the world's most important football events made this summer even hotter.
In the city of Mostar, Suker woke up yawning at 3 p.m.
Since the start of the World Cup, Suker's night shift career had also begun.
Since this is the World Cup in Japan and South Korea, there is a time difference for European fans to watch the games.
Many people have to stay awake late to watch the matches, but this doesn't diminish their enthusiasm, and almost every night, the tavern is very lively.
After half a month, the World Cup group stage schedule had ended.
The 2002 World Cup group stage was full of ups and downs.
Wonderful, disturbed, dark, and strange moments coexisted.
Brazil marked the beginning of a super era, with the 3R combination sweeping through the group stage.
Foreign players. Ronaldo, the brick knife. Rivaldo also has the midfield magician Ronaldinho, who has just landed in the top five leagues and is on the rise.
The front line trio is a nightmare for all defenses, and their subtle teamwork and great individual skills make all defenders feel terror.
With the wonderful performance of the Brazilian team, they easily entered the knockout stages of the World Cup.
It could be said that Brazil was by far the team that best fulfilled the expectations before the match.
Another favorite to win the championship, France, after the injury of Zidane, Henry, and others, seemed to have lost their backbone, as if they couldn't play.
Three games, one draw, and two losses, from being a favorite to a group-stage exit, giving a surprise on home soil.
The outside world also lamented the French team, while also believing that the French team had too much reliance on Zidane, so when their midfield core couldn't play, the team seemed unable to perform overnight.
The Anglo-Afghan clash was the first hottest match of the group stage.
However, the entire process of the game wasn't as hot as expected, and Argentina hated losing the game and also lost the qualification for the knockout stage.
The South Korean team has become a topic of heated discussions worldwide.
With two wins and one draw in three games, they topped their group and reached the round of 16.
But compared to the astonishment, most fans felt anger.
What they saw were naked black whistles and all kinds of irrational dirty tricks.
For this reason, many European media outlets were angrily accusing the South Korean team.
Portuguese media, which were eliminated from the group, even said that South Korea robbed the victory with dirty means and didn't deserve to play in the knockout round.
But the result is the result, and that cannot be changed.
Suker had seen too many fans change their attitudes during this time.
From the initial enthusiasm to the apathy of today.
It can be said that this World Cup has been fatal for those players, and the game is completely out of the ordinary.
Around four in the afternoon, Suker arrived at the 'Bakchi Tavern'.
The bald doorman, Bakech, had arrived an hour earlier and was loading and unloading food, alcohol, and more from a truck parked at the door.
The past reserves had been used up.
During the World Cup, alcohol sales were extremely popular, and alcohol was bought almost every day to replenish it.
A large barrel of alcohol was brought into the tavern, along with some beers and specially prepared cocktails for the female fans.
"Looks like something's wrong with the TV, go take a look!"
Bakchi was busy with things and told Suker.
Suker nodded and entered the tavern.
There was a strong smell of wine floating through the hall, and some floors had become sticky, as the wine had sold so well over the last half month, making the entire tavern feel like a wine barrel.
He opened the front and back windows to let in some fresh air and slightly dilute the pungent alcohol smell.
At the same time, Suker skillfully raised the load column and began repairing the TV.
In European countries, maintenance costs are very expensive, so to speak, as long as labor is involved.
These high labor costs also forced Europeans to work hard, one by one.
Electricians, bricklayers, carpenters, cement workers, etc., it can be said that as an European man, it's rare to lack practical skills.
Suker had no experience in repairing appliances and didn't know how to fix a TV, but he knew the old methods.
When the TV is on, the picture appears normally, except that there's no sound.
At this point, the floor method is very effective.
Suker sat on the beam, rolled up his sleeves, and struck the side of the TV several times.
He saw a bit of static on the TV, and soon there was sound.
"That's it!"
Suker nodded in satisfaction and then got down.
Suker glanced at the busy doormen surrounding him and saw that there was nothing to do. The tavern would open at six o'clock, and the first match would take place at 8:30 p.m., so it was relatively calm for now.
Setting aside the bar in the tavern, Suker entered the back kitchen, ready to find something to eat.
Milk was a must and was currently his most frequent source of nutrients.
Taking milk from the fridge, pouring it into a cup, and taking a big sip, Suker immediately felt satisfied.
Since the last time he grew, Suker seemed to have entered a development period, and his height started to increase.
Currently, it had been about 5 centimeters, from the small bean-sized body before, now he had become a small bean that wasn't so small.
Of course, with a height of 155 cm, he still has a significant physical disadvantage.
However, Suker was confident. After all, he had begun to grow, and if he could grow, it meant there was hope.
When he thought about it, his mind suddenly became bright.
Suker started sweeping the kitchen, most of which was leftover fried food from the day before. Suker didn't refuse, placing the food on a plate and feasting on the rice.
Just when Suker was eating, Bakchi suddenly entered.
"The drinks have been refilled for the night."
Suker was standing in the kitchen, with a large portion of rice in his mouth and fried onion rings, chicken nuggets, and other food that had cooled on his plate.
Bakchi frowned slightly and secretly sighed in his heart.
He grabbed his apron from the hook and shook it vigorously. When he was done, he walked directly towards Suker and snatched the plate from his hand.
"Kids don't grow if they eat this!"
With that, Bakchi immediately threw the food in the trash, quickly took a steak from the fridge, melted butter in the pan, and started cooking.
Suker stood by, watching the steak being fried in butter and swallowing.
"You're something else!"
Bakchi didn't look back: "Deductions from your salary!"
Suker didn't care, and it almost became the mantra of the guy.
Bakchi was a man with a sharp tongue, but a good heart.
He didn't know much else, but he was very good to Suker.
Just like this job, he could have found an adult, but still found a younger Suker, and the salary given was also a normal wage level.
As for the deductions topic, almost nothing like that existed.
After cooking the steak, the rice was poured onto the plate before being served.
"After eating, go to work!"
Suker quickly nodded and then grabbed the spoon again, shoveling the food into his mouth quickly.
When Suker was full, he left the kitchen.
The sky was also getting dark.
There was a flash of light around the Neretva River, and the paths along the shores filled up.
Groups of people were choosing their favorite tavern, and Bakchi's Tavern had become the choice for many.
The main reason is that the drinks here are relatively cheap.
After a while, the tavern gradually became lively.
People sat around the tables, watching the TVs above, waiting for the World Cup to begin.
During this time, they would also constantly discuss and predict the game.
And in this atmosphere, the wine was also consumed by the glass.
"Table 3, three glasses of dark beer! One onion ring!"
"Your drink, take your time!"
"Here we go! Let's go!"
Suker made his way through the crowd and began his workday.
Suker wasn't a celebrity, so none of the guests knew about him, and it was a relative of Bakchi who came to help.
Suker lifted the plate and placed three glasses of dark beer on the table.
"Your beer and onion rings!"
After leaving the beer, Suker didn't leave but instead shouted with a sweet smile: "I hope you have a wonderful night!"
This phrase was very effective for the guests.
"Here you go!"
One of the white men with a worn-out shoulder took a 5-mark bill out of his pocket and handed it over.
Suker happily accepted the tip and sweetly returned his blessing.
Suker was busy with his work, while also busy showing himself, trying to get more tips.
Of course, not everyone was as generous as the man with the shoulder, most tips were between 1 and 3 marks, and there were some who didn't give tips, and Suker couldn't do anything about it.
But with the concept of serving with a smile, he remained faithful to his work.
Of course, he also had a commission from drink sales, and if he sold an expensive cocktail, he also received a commission.
In the lively atmosphere, in the corner of the tavern, a young man and a teenager sat together.
The young man kept saying something, and the teenager listened silently with his head down.
"Luka, your talent is unparalleled. You just haven't adapted to the Bosnia and Herzegovina league yet. Next season, I'll give you more opportunities, more tactical weight. I believe that with our cooperation, we can create a glory that HSK has never had!"
End of this chapter