267 CHAPTER 297 - The controller of the game (3)

"Woo woo!"

"Blue moon ~!"

Citizens' voices heat up, and the first half was heading towards the end.

The game also ran to the fullest and became very intense.

"You crazy guys! I don't want to get upset! "

Captain John Terry raised his voice.

The team's atmosphere became a mess after allowing a tie.

It wasn't a reversal and only allowed a tie, but there were a few players already frustrated.

He couldn't do anything and was helpless.

His eyes open nose was eligible.

In particular, after making a decisive mistake, Michael Essian was almost on the verge of mentality.

When it comes to mental strength, he was the second most sad team, but I couldn't stand this moment.

The nightmare of the last day was rising.

2010 South Africa World Cup.

The day's match against the Republic of Korea came to mind and tormented him.

It was a disappointing game, but I was really satisfied with being able to play the best game with Woo Ho Young.

Actually the experience at that time helped me a lot.

The desire for football has soared as it used to be, and he has been able to regain the skills that have been diminished by aging as he trained hard.

Raising Chelsea to second place also had a big impact.

I could feel that I had developed that much.

But I just felt another thing before.

Woo Young.

He also changed.

It also very much.

'damn······.'

I felt suicidal.

Until last year, it seemed as if he could reach his toes by reaching out as much as possible, but now he could not see his butts with his eyes wide open.

The level difference with him was wider than before.

'It's only been a year.'

It was unfair and miserable.

I've definitely tried and played the same football.

Of course, I didn't take spaghetti with a little seasoning like Woo Ho-young, but I thought I tried in many ways.

But the gap was only widening.

"Sigh."

Inferiority that protrudes instinctively.

Half-hearted, Essien was following in the footsteps of Ho-young.

"Essien! What are you doing!"

Lampard, who had adjusted the airborne in the midfield, shouted at him.

But Essien was still chasing Hoyeong.

And despite the passionate fighting, Ho-young bent his body as soon as he got the ball and avoided the fight.

"Crazy child!"

Even with arms outstretched, Ho-young turned in the opposite direction and exited again.

"Yee ...

Then I stretched to the bridge, but Ho Young was not there.

90 degree right angle turn.

Percussion, Tak!

Hoyoung's back was only getting farther away.

"Ooh!"

I screamed hard, but it was too late.

Hoyoung seized the opportunity like a loach without blood or tears.

The shot was hit hard with the right foot infront.

Cheongung!

[Go oh oh oh!

[The net is shaking as if torn apart! Woo Ho-young makes a reverse hotpot! Reach Season 22 Goals!]

"What···."

Čech was firm like a stone statue.

Valdes, Casillas, Reina, Vandesar, etc.

Numerous top goalkeepers passed by.

It seemed to me why they had a goal for Woo Young and made that look.

Goal shot like a laser.

Silk ball speed is not the only thing.

His shooting was a work of art.

How to score a goal, a lot of trouble and appropriate judgment was shooting.

Even if the level difference was different.

And up to three moms.

"downpour!"

It was a good thing to jump up and plug the ground.

And in front of that a nice phrase came to mind.

[Covets naturally-born black muscles (S-).]

['Natural natural black muscle (S-)' and 'vibrant muscle (W + 2)' succeeded in synthesizing.]

[Lively Muscle (W + 2)]

It was a talent that coveted after successful hidden condition "five times to break through Essien".

Although it didn't grow to W + 3, the effect would certainly have been.

'Your physical ability will soon reach its limit.'

There is not much left.

And I still had the talent to skip this game.

Half time.

In the end, only allowed the reversal, and Chelsea's locker room sighed.

At the same time, John Terry and Lampard, who were both senior and mental, were encouraging the players.

"Everybody knows hard things. But we have to endure this. The championship is right in front of me. "

Yes, I don't know yet.

The time was 45 minutes and the game could be turned upside down.

And.

"Get out of your mind, you idiots!"

As the shimmering Lampard voice filled the room, the players began to lift their heads one by one.

"The partner is just a milky little kid. I think it's embarrassing. "

It was definitely a motivation to the players.

But one person.

Ancelotti's face was still dark.

'It's wrong.'

He realized that his thinking was wrong.

'Man City is not a team with a strong attack.'

They were just 'strong'.

And every game was getting stronger.

Hope faded away.

Maybe it was best to save even a draw.

Beep-

At the start of the second half there were several changes to Chelsea.

Fernando Torres replaced Anelka and formed a two-top with Drogba.

Hamires, who supported Drogba as a wing forward, descended to the central midfielder, and Lampard rose to the attacking midfielder.

Aggressive tendency was more thick formation.

Field was a battlefield.

The fierce economy was unfolding, and time passed quickly.

[Lampard goes deep into the front, 55 minutes later.]

[Fernando Torres, Didier Drogba and Triangular Squadron form a cooperative play.]

[Bang Sang Company runs!]

Fuzzy!

Near the penalty area, a collision occurred between Company and Drogba.

There was a fight to not yield to the end of the ball.

"Like a dog like this!"

"Get lost!"

Eventually the company fell and whistled at the same time.

[The referee declares a foul. Drogba's struggle was too tough.]

[Players, you look very excited. In this case, you have to stay calm.]

Chelsea had no time to calm down.

I didn't want much.

Now it was a satisfying draw.

Only one goal.

The whole line was raised for the equalizer, and the onslaught struck.

Build up, pass, playmaking, cross.

In order to get the most out of Torres' penetrating power and Drogba's offer, he attacked in many ways.

The opportunity came at a moment.

[Lampard's ground ball pass to the forefront!]

[Torres runs!]

Torres, like the master of line breaking, collapsed offsite traps and quickly created one-on-one chances.

"Damn it!"

"Richards! cover!"

Richards, the fastest of the defenders, rushed and ran.

But it did not have to.

Fuzzy!

[Joe Hart's Whereabouts !!]

[Blocks Torres from shooting!]

Indeed, today, also known as Torres (Torres + Garbage) nicknamed Torres who has blown the opportunity.

He was a world-class striker until he came to Chelsea, but as soon as he wore a blue uniform, the form dropped like a ghost.

The term 90 billion trash wasn't all right.

Chelsea's attack did not end there.

At one point, Joe Hart's ball dropped to Lampard's toes, and a short-range mid-range shot went right into the net.

Cheongung!

[Go oh oh oh! Lampard draws a tie! Cool mid-range shooting!]

[2v2! The game is back home!]

Then roared in front of the roaring roar.

"Uoh oh!"

It was a provocation and a ceremony to raise the mood of the team.

But Hoyoung did not respond.

I looked at Lampard with an emotional look like a machine.

[Frank Lampard]

Talent

Middle liker (T)

Middle-range shooter (SU)

-Amazing soccer intelligence (S + 3)

Perfect Space Penetration (S)

Wonderful Stamina (S-)

-(View more)

(If you meet the conditions, you can find one talent.)

(You can acquire some of your sensations when you explore Title T. However, you must be over 18 years old to explore.)

(S grade or above can be coveted only if the hidden condition is achieved.)

(Condition 1: play soccer together for 60 minutes)

(Condition 2: scoring with medium-range shooting over 30 meters)

(Condition 3: record 2 or more attack points)

(Hidden condition: open when one or more talents are explored)

Midfielder Frank Lampard scores the best score ever in EPL.

At the start of the second half, he played as an attacking midfielder, seeming to lead the game back to creative and adventurous play.

But after some time, as in the first half, the game was moving in a strange direction.

Ganpa.

Hoyoung concentrated on what he should do now and what should not be done.

And by the time it was done, the ball rolled again on the palm of Roe.

Stadium music.

Man City regained control of the attack.

"Young!"

David Silva's cry.

The ground ball pass was missed by the right 2nd line.

"Nice Pass!"

It was good.

In a moment, his eyes were torn lightly.

'It's open.'

Defenders were preparing for the break, so the shooting angle was slightly open.

Of course.

36 meters.

This place was not suitable for distance shooting but also for angles.

But for Ho Young, this was the right level.

It was then that Ho-young's left foot moved.

[Pass forward ... ····· uh, uh ?!]

[I saw it !! It's just a schuuu!]

It wasn't a pass, it was nobody's shooting.

Cuckoo!

Didn't even step on foot, so the speed was not very fast.

However, he was forced to fill up the body with the power of rotation, and had no choice but to eat for Chech.

"Cuck."

I barely extended my palms, but the rotational force on the ball was beyond my imagination.

The ball's repulsion, which I never experienced, penetrated as if it burned the goalkeeper's glove.

Then.

Chew!

Finally, the ball went out of the grip into the goal.

In the second 68 minutes, it was Man City's re-pot.

[goal! A huge mid-range shot came out! This time, Woo Ho Young! It's a hat trick!]

"downpour!!"

I could not do serie money.

The good news came in front of you.

[Mid-ride middle-ranged shooter (SU)]

['Mid-Like Mid-Range Shooting (SU)' and 'Intense Mid-Range Shooting (SU)' succeeded in synthesizing.]

[Ultimate Medium Range Shooter (W + 2)]

'Good.'

Like a team that had never been there, Chelsea was a treasure trove.

There was still something to be desired.

However, Drogba's physical talents that he wanted most to covet could not be coveted right now because of the condition of winning an EPL score.

Of course, just enough to get enough.

All that's left now is victory.

Ho Young focused on the game again.

Chelsea once again began to attack.

Man City, however, cut off his opponent's flow through a substitution, and then reliably dragged the ball for 20 minutes.

Rather, in the second half of the 90th, Man City got the chance to take a corner.

Kicker was a cola rope, and Target was Ho Young and Copa's head.

Among them, John Terry, who took the mark of Ho Young, fought a tough fight before the cross came up.

"The milky child."

"Where did it smell dirty?"

Ho Young wanted to step on John Terry.

Because he had affair with a long-time partner of teammate Wayne Bridge.

I wanted to take revenge on my colleagues.

Then he focused all his mind on the ball.

It was then that Kolarov's left-footed corner came.

It was at that moment that John Terry pushed Ho-young's neck hard with his elbows.

However.

"컥!"

Sadly, the heading race was over.

Roh's neck, harder than imagined, was not pushed out at all, and it was John Terry who was pushed back.

And eventually.

Cheongung!

Roh Young's heading shot shook the net with tremendous speed under the torque of the neck.

4 to 2.

It was a wedge bone.

[Go oh oh oh oh! I'm stunned! Woo Ho-young made a fourth goal!]

[Season 24th goal! Super hat trick!]

There was nothing to watch the game anymore.

Chelsea struggled to lose their passion until the end, and the game ended with Man City's victory.

Beep!

The whistle rang out.

[Discovers unmatched fuselage visual acuity (W + 3).]

[400 days → 15 days to fully bring talent. You cannot explore other talents for 15 days.]

Schumacher's talent.

Schumacher's face was caught by a large billboard.

I wondered if it was the best talent I got in today's game.

Not only that, but many things have been achieved.

[Man City climbed to second in the league with 13 consecutive victories.]

[Really amazing. In addition, Woo Ho Young was ranked # 1 in the scoring rankings.]

Only one thing left to come.

Manchester United FC.

If only they could break the throne.