CHAPTER 125 - King of the First Edition to the End (2)

[Woo-young's gold-like tie that puts the indomitable lions out! Woo Ho-young, the youngest player of the Olympics in Korea, makes it. 15 years and 22 years old to the youngest goal.]

[What do you need? The match is now just over three minutes away but the wave of inspiration has already come. great.]

Indomitable lions.

Called the Cameroon national team, it is a nickname that shows how badly and courageously they are.

But the Red Devil had a special trainer.

A young but very talented trainer.

'우호영 ···.'

As soon as possible.

Defensive midfielder Alex Song bites it.

There was a bitter taste in the mouth.

The goal given to Woo-young was a pain that could hardly be swallowed.

In fact, I had no sensitivity to Woo Woo-young.

An unprecedented prospect who will be the youngest player in the league and be promoted to first place in Real Madrid this season.

It didn't matter to Alex Song.

He was already positioning himself as Arsenal's future.

His great prospect was regarded as the heir to Arsenal's undefeated champion, Gilberto Silva.

But that's because he's robbed of helplessly, and mentality is upside down.

'Someone's footsteps ······.'

I wondered where the circus came from.

Of course, I knew that Woo-young's dribbling skills were outstanding.

He was told by Martin to have a scab on his ear, and he watched and replayed his footage until the moment he got on a flight to Beijing.

But there was a big difference between seeing the video and actually attaching it.

'damn. Dirty La Liga Fuckers 'Cause they don't know whether they play soccer or show.'

The Spanish First Division (La Liga) plays technical and ball-oriented football.

In the English First Division (EPL), on the other hand, the game is based on rough fighting.

The difference was causing Alex Song to struggle.

And that made it a burning desire.

'Song, wake up. The opponent is just a kid who hasn't played the first division. If he comes out like that, I'll stop it if I push it in my own way. '

Beep!

When the game resumed after Woo Ho Young's ceremony, Alex Song called center defender Andre Bikey.

And whispered.

"I'll be Woo Woo-young, cover it if there's a leak in the back."

So, the first half went even more exciting.

[Cameroon, who took 4-3-3 as a starting formation, changes the formation slightly. Center defender Andre Bikey climbs to line 3, forming a 3-4-3 formation.]

[Simply put pressure. It is intended to maximize the damage of Eto's strong side from the side by applying strong pressure in the center to open the side space.]

[Easily speaking, it means strengthening defense and empowering Samuel Eto'o. How should our players respond?]

[If the Etoo player's damage is too much, the left and right sides of the defense will be lax. Our players should aim for the back space. Lee Cheong-ryong and Lee Geun-oh should move actively.]

This was the general solution.

And it was basically learned in tactical education, so he knew well.

But it didn't end there.

This is because the same tactics vary by 180 degrees depending on the team color and the player's disposition.

That's why the real sense.

As you read the flow, you need to identify your opponent's tactics and spot loopholes.

Ho-young hasn't been so busy since before.

'The organic movement of the players. The ball is especially occupied by the 1.5 line. I'm going to get a runway to distribute the ball to Etu at any time. '

At the same time, Alex Song and Andre Bikey stepped up the line to press forward.

It was a tactic that demanded a lot of stamina to defenders.

In other words, it is like pulling the stamina of the second half in advance and using it at the beginning.

In other words, he was looking to play early in the game, and he would increase his defensive numbers early and play defensive sports.

Ho Young speculated so.

'The pressure is rising.'

In particular, the degree of pressure on Hoyoung was getting worse.

It's hard to own the ball for more than two seconds.

Fuzzy!

"큭."

Hijuk.

Alex Song, who ran in a horrible way, received a pass.

I was embarrassed.

It's the first pressure I've ever experienced.

So far, Ho Young has been a defensive midfielder, only younger youth and players in the second division.

But Alex Song was already part of Arsenal's first team.

Of course, it wasn't the core of the team right away because of inexperience, but the low-level strikers in the league were easy players.

In particular, the EPL riggers were very tough on the pressure and the fight.

Hoyoung reminded me of what he had heard at some time.

In La Riga, catching a ball gives you plenty of time to think, but in the EPL, it's already 3 times.

EPL's football is very intense and outrageous.

The leagues of the two countries play football with a completely different style, so the scene where the red card should appear in Spain is treated as a yellow card in the EPL.

It's not the level of the level, but the difference in style.

Fuzzy!

Continued struggles.

The English referee, who was judged today, was generous and still tolerated most of the struggle.

I needed wisdom.

'If this is like this ······.'

Ballack, Kaka, Zidane.

How did those three midfielders deal with this situation?

Flow, hit, ball control.

Each of those weapons would have been overcome in advance.

And it was Ho-yeong who had all three of them.

The options given were many.

Alex Song may prevail in experience, sense of practice, and physical, but the fundamental skills and talents were better.

'If it comes out in this way, it's invisible.'

If your opponent keeps throwing rocks, the answer is to give a crepe.

For that moment, Ho Young peeped at the opportunity for Hositatam.

As time went by, it was a favorable fight for Hoyoung.

Only 20 minutes in the first half.

Calmly looking for a wide range of opportunities.

Alex Song was hanging around three meters away, and beyond that Andre Bikey was marking Park Joo-hyung.

'The poor thing is the back space. It is best to pierce at once with a roving pass. '

Park Joo-hyung continued to signal.

The play that penetrated the 1.5 line and rush into the empty space was the one which was outstanding in the country.

The offer wasn't bad either, so if you just handed over the pass, it seemed like a good picture.

The question was, how do you keep the ball?

'Go down to Jungwon for the ball?'

Think so, Ho-young soon looked for another way.

'There is another way.'

Since then.

Ho Young clinched Alex Song, sticking to his position on the second line.

And at the end of the first half.

As he practiced in advance, Ho Young signaled to Midfield.

It was a signal to Ki Sung Ryong to lay out a fast and heavy ground ball pass in front of him.

It was shortly after the ordered ground ball pass came in.

Cuckoo!

Low and fast ground ball passes flooded in a straight line.

And at that moment, I saw a buffalo rushing without hesitation.

Alex Song.

He was running towards this, waiting for Ho-young to receive the ball.

I don't know if there's a trap.

Scoop.

"··· !!"

Ho Young did not receive the ball.

With a wide back, Alex Song's view was obscured and flowed backwards without receiving a Ki Sung Ryong pass.

No-touch receive.

It was a psychological technique to trick opponents by keeping the flow of the ball.

It's a skill that anyone can do, but you can only succeed if you have a physical and brilliant footprint.

Hoyoung had that.

Only a few days ago, he succeeded in attaining after 25 days of waiting.

[Fantastic Footprints (SU)]

The talented combination of dribble masterpiece (U) and fantastic dribble (S-) brought Hoyoung's footsteps to a fantastic level.

Pod

It was important from now on.

Hoyoung, who threw the ball backward, suddenly turned 180 degrees and released from Alex Song's pressure.

"큭!"

Alex Song.

He is already trapped.

It's already too late when Alex Song reversed the direction.

Ki Sung-ryong's ground ball pass dug deeply and quickly into the back space, and Ho Young dug into the back space faster than the pass.

It was then.

Andre Bikey, who was marking Park Joo-hyung, turned this way.

"···!"

And at the same time, Ho-young's eyes turned towards him.

Park Joo-hyung's movement preparing for space penetration on the other side caught my eye.

'just now.'

Ho Young did not hesitate.

Flick.

Very finely and precisely, the ball was slightly taken with the feeling of placing the ball on the instep.

It was a roving through pass towards the back of Park's space.

To express more nicely art.

Art Soccer.

'done.'

Ho-young's mission is here.

All that was left was Park's share.

It was a perfect one-on-one chance, so Ho Young did not doubt him.

Park is still in full swing.

Moreover, if you can not put in the attacker life from that moment was a perfect chance.

It's really a spoon-feeding level.

At the same time, Ho Young won the spot to win the second ball.

Believe in a colleague, but it was to prepare for the situation you do not know.

And that was the moment.

[Park Joo-hyung, calmly approach the door! Cameroonian goalkeeper Amour Patrick looks scared, but Park Joo-hyung, Park Joo-hyun and Park Joo-hyun are very good!]

The ball has already left his foot.

Hundreds of thousands of booing crowds shut up as if they had promised.

It was shortly after that goal net was shaken once.

Chew!

[goal! It is a goal! Park's goal sucked into the right corner! Just before the end of the first half, a reverse hot pot will pop out!]

[Great. This is soccer. Players who will carry the future of Korea have created a work!]

[That's right. Park Joo-hyung, I told manager Park Seong-ho before starting this entry. 'If you choose Woo Young, it will be a great addition to your team.' This goal proved to be true.]

The ground was full of red waves.

Park Joo-hyung prayed with his hands together, and Ho Young celebrated scoring with his fists clenched.

It was only about the end of the first half, but in terms of the atmosphere, South Korea had already won.

like that.

All the extra time passed, and each team player was about to enter the tunnel.

"Ho-young."

Park Joo-hyun is coming to sweep the sweaty hair.

He pretends to hold his thumb.

"It was the best."

And the other side.

I met Eto with a sad smile.

He was squeaking one ball.

In the midst of a two-to-one leap, it seemed to be full.

He put his hand on Ho-young's shoulder and said.

"Soccer is in the second half."

Ho-young said, putting his hands on his shoulders.

"That's a common excuse for losers."

Real Madrid and Barcelona.

The two were unable to lose their national team.

The nerve war burned between the two.