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Croatia don’t win in ninety minutes — they outlast you, and at 40 Modrić still sets the clock

Jack T. Taylor

Watch a Croatia knockout match in the minutes when everyone else is finished. The legs around them are heavy, the game has loosened into a brawl of mistakes, and somewhere in the middle of it is a small man in checks who has slowed everything down to a speed only he seems to control. He takes a touch nobody else has time for. He finds the pass that lets his team breathe. The clock keeps running and Croatia, somehow, are the only side on the field who look like they have all night. This is not how most teams survive a tournament. It is the only way Croatia know.

They have never been the fastest team in a World Cup, and they have never pretended to be. What this country does is refuse to be hurried. It keeps the ball when keeping it is hardest, drags the match past the point where talent alone decides things, and trusts that when the contest finally comes down to nerve and tired legs, theirs will hold. A nation of under four million has reached a World Cup final and a semifinal inside two tournaments on that single idea. Croatia do not out-sprint the world. They outlast it.

The record is almost comic in its consistency. In Russia they became the first team to win three knockout matches in a single World Cup in extra time or on penalties, three nights in a row of refusing to lose before the whistle let them. In Qatar they did it twice more, beating Japan and then Brazil from the spot, the five-time champions sent home by a team that simply would not end the argument. Five of their last six World Cup matches have gone to extra time. They have come through eight of their last ten knockouts at the tournament. Other teams dread the minutes after ninety. Croatia move in.

The man who sets the clock

All of it runs through one player, and it has for more than a decade. Luka Modrić will captain Croatia at this World Cup, his sixth, a number only Cristiano Ronaldo and Lionel Messi have reached. He is forty years old. He is also still the metronome, the one who decides how fast the game is allowed to go, and the whole method depends on a truth that should not still be true: that when the match speeds up and panics, he slows it back down.

That is the gift that does not show up in a highlight reel. Modrić’s value to this team was never the goal or the through ball, though he has both in him still. It is tempo. He takes the sting out of a chaotic passage by holding the ball an extra half-second, by making the simple pass look like a decision rather than a relief. A team that wants to win the long game needs someone who can govern time, and Croatia have spent ten years with the best in the world at it. The question this tournament asks is whether one more month of it is in the legs.

The engine and its mileage

Behind Modrić, the midfield that made him possible is thinning out. Mateo Kovačić, the tireless runner who covered the ground his captain no longer can, arrives off a season wrecked by an Achilles problem that kept him out for months. Marcelo Brozović, the screen who sat behind the two of them through both deep runs, is gone from this picture. What Zlatko Dalić has done in their place is begin a handover in plain sight: he has called up Luka Sučić, Petar Sučić and Martin Baturina, young midfielders being asked to learn, at the highest possible altitude, the one thing Croatia cannot do without.

It is a delicate thing to teach. Controlling a World Cup match is not about energy, which the young ones have in abundance; it is about knowing when not to use it. Dalić, in charge since the 2018 run and the man who has banked all this knockout experience, is betting he can carry the veterans deep enough that the kids absorb the method before the engine gives out. The danger is the obvious one. Lean on a forty-year-old for ninety minutes plus extra time, match after match, and at some point the body sends the bill.

A tournament built to punish them, or made for them

This World Cup is the largest and most physically brutal ever staged: forty-eight teams, three host countries, long flights and summer heat folded into a schedule that gives nobody much room to recover. For most squads that is a warning. For a team whose entire identity is endurance, it cuts both ways. The tournament that punishes tired legs hardest is also the one that rewards the side most comfortable in the deep water, the team that has made a decade-long habit of being the last one standing when everyone else is cramping.

So Croatia walk in as the purest test of their own thesis. If the long game is a method and not just a memory, this is the stage built to prove it. If it was always really one man slowing the clock, this is the stage most likely to expose how much weight that man was carrying. There is no hiding from the answer in a format this demanding. The legs decide, and the legs do not lie.

The draw, and where Croatia actually live

The group is a fair one and a revealing one. Croatia open against England, the kind of heavyweight opponent that tells you early whether the control is still there or whether the team now chases the game instead of governing it. Panama and Ghana follow, sides Croatia should beat by keeping the ball away from them and refusing to be dragged into a sprint. Top the group or finish second, it barely changes the shape of things, because the group stage has never been where Croatia define a tournament.

Where they live is the knockouts, the single-elimination nights that bend toward extra time and penalties, the exact terrain on which this team has built its whole reputation. That is the part of the draw that should frighten the rest of the field. Nobody wants a round-of-sixteen tie that drifts level into the final half hour with Croatia still calm and still passing. The teams with more talent have learned, twice over, that more talent is not the thing that wins those nights.

The case

Croatia are not the most gifted side at this World Cup and would not waste a breath claiming to be. What they own is a method that has twice taken them further than their resources should allow, and the player who has always been its beating heart, kept on for one more tournament because nobody has yet proven the team can govern time without him. The bet is that the old refusal holds for a month: that they can keep slowing the game to their pulse even when the pulse belongs to a forty-year-old, and hand the clock to the young ones before it stops. If it holds, Croatia are once again the team nobody wants to meet in the rounds where matches refuse to end. If the engine finally runs down, this is where the long game runs out. Either way, they will not hurry to find out. Hurrying was never theirs.

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