CHAPTER 293 - Fighting (2)

Ho-young's body was relaxed.

No matter which team they were cheering on, everyone was popping up.

The reaction was divided into just two.

"Win!"

"Tear them off!"

"Viva Young!"

Manchester City fans cheer for Hoyoung.

And on the other side, there were fans of Stoke City, who blew up red flags and struck evil.

"He finally open the hell gate!"

(Uho Young opened the gate of hell!)

"We want teach him!"

(Show him Jailbreak!)

"We want kick his dick!"

(Kick his dick!)

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! "

The voice to kill Woo Young filled the stadium.

Hooligan.

The inclination was very radical Stoke City supporters were famous.

Particularly in 1998, there was a riot in Manchester City, but that's how much it has gotten.

For them there was only one result.

Kill or die.

Carlos Tevez comes out and Woo-young enters. The atmosphere is not bad.]

[Ryan Shawcross, your eyes aren't already normal. Didn't you say that publicly on SNS? Of course, that's not aimed directly at Woo Young, but you still need to be very careful. Tevez was in a moment too.]

Stoke City's captain.

Ryan Shawcross sharply bent his eyes.

Then silently approached the surroundings of Hoyeong.

It was over there.

There was no childish psychological warfare, such as "Today is your priest's day."

He was not a man of words.

If you're going to show it as an action, it wasn't the type you prefer to have a war on the field.

'Where shall we look?'

Before exploration.

He deliberately did not stick to Hoyoung, but fell slightly to keep the distance.

It was to get away from the referee's eyes.

Then they looked for opportunities like beasts for food.

In the beginning, his goal was to refresh.

Even if he was sent off and further disciplined, he intended to send a good return.

That was the only hope to beat Man City.

But that opportunity rarely came.

'There is no crazy man.'

Ho-young has been raving since he entered the stadium, but the movement was so complicated that it was difficult to mark in the first place.

Naturally, the flow of the game flowed towards Man City.

[Manchester City is spinning the ball, and the stadium is used extensively and calmly occupies. The game is getting more and more stable.]

[That's right. This is Woo Ho Young's effect. It's not just a striker, it sometimes comes down to the 2nd line, helping to decompress and dragging the game smoothly. It's a move to prevent Stoke City players from fighting. Passes are made before they even get stuck so there's nothing for Stoke City to do.]

Stoke City's tactics didn't work well because James Milner and David Silva were very active in a wide open space.

But interceptors did not afford it.

Ronaldinho, who stands at the center, was able to coordinate the attack effortlessly and distribute the correct pass in all directions.

As a result, the cooperative play between the 2nd and 1st lines survived, and Hoyoung increased the number of catches.

[David Silva stabs forward!]

[2nd line, Woo-young backs defense.]

"come!"

"Kill!"

Nearby Abdoulaye Faye put his shoulders in place.

It was a 33-year-old veteran, but the black agility and ignorant physical were worth the fight.

But that degenerate body fell into useless existence before him.

Ugh!

"Ik!"

[Oh, I'm back! 360 degree rotation !!]

La pelopina turn.

It was a seemingly inexpensive move, but its timing and speed were ridiculously fast.

Over the past few days, it was Ho-young, who had digested the talents he had coveted from David Silva as his own.

No more than the original.

The movement, which used great flexibility and ball sense talent, could not be followed.

Abdullahye Faye turned back with agility, but Ho Young had already left.

It wasn't the end there.

Tuk, tuk.

After a 360-degree turn, I immediately tried to break through the gap with Phantom Dribble.

After that, hit and run.

Percussion!

Three touch.

It all came about as if it were a motion.

Inconsistency zone.

This tremendous performance burst out from the crowd.

"Viva!"

"Young!"

"Viva!"

"Young !!"

Ho-young continued the momentum and went forward.

Two defenders left.

Woo Woo-young! I will try to break through as it is !!]

[Be careful! Hoot is coming in!]

Robert Huth.

'come.'

Hut intended to show why Stoke City is called the men's team.

After all, quite a tackle can not stop.

And if you allow a breakthrough here, you are more likely to allow a run.

If so, one way.

Ho-young was in range.

Ugh!

I lifted my forward tackle while raising my feet high.

It wasn't just a tackle.

The left foot shot Ho Young's groin and the right foot aimed at the opposite pubic bone.

It was a tackle in preparation for the reversal.

As soon as this was done, no holes existed.

but.

Ugh!

"··· ?!"

It was only Robert Huth's idea.

Roe never tackled.

Surprisingly, Ho-young's legs stopped just before reaching for Hut's feet.

Sudden stop.

Just look at the dizzying speed stopped in place was a good return.

It was a more strange play that my knees didn't go out, but now a huge lower body was holding it up.

Hut reached out late because he wanted to get sick, but Hoyoung was already out of range.

Ugh!

[Spin ​​once again!]

La Pelopigna turn this time.

Ro-young turns her body in reverse, neutralizing Hut's second tackle.

And ran and ran.

Percussion!

And the other one, Ryan Shawcross.

He even had a different skill level to fight against dirty play.

Ugh!

He hit a physique of 80 kilos at 190 centimeters, but the timing was so fast that I could not avoid it.

There was no time to pass or turn.

so.

"Aspiration."

Hoyoung did not avoid.

Recalling what Tevez said, I put a weight on my lower body.

By pulling the head forward and backwards, the whole body is balanced, and the hips are pulled back and the legs are supported.

And firmly held up.

Fuzzy!

"큭."

Shawcross's face was amazed.

The shock was so strong that the whole body shook, but Ho Young was still standing.

Pulled the uniform did not fall to the end.

Normally, no matter how good a player is, it's normal to stagger, but Hoyoung could hardly find anything like that.

'crazy.'

It was as strong as a tree deeply rooted in the ground, and as hard as a rock.

There was no sign of passing.

It was a crazy situation.

Even.

Ugh!

"··· !!"

Ho-young momentarily pushed her hips and twisted her waist, and the shock-cross, which was pulling the uniform, fell apart.

The goal shook shortly afterwards.

It was a heavy mid-range shot that seemed to tear the net.

At that timing, Kipper didn't respond at all.

Cheongung!

"downpour!"

[Go oh oh oh! Equalizer! Woo-young makes it!]

[I'm hitting you right after you've gone through a tough fight. It is pleasant. It's a man!]

"why!"

The shock crosses the floor in disgust.

I thought it was a coincidence.

But once and twice, the same thing happened over and over again.

"A child like this dog."

I didn't change anything.

Ho-young was still strong and unshakable in any struggle.

But aiming for the knee with a sliding tackle, Hoyoung did not allow the distance.

There was no way anymore.

[I'm Woo Young once again. This time I go down and receive it myself.]

[Shockcross just behind!]

It was the same again.

I tried sliding tackle by sticking like an animal at the speed of animal response, but I couldn't reach my toe.

Woo Young's No Touch Receive! Exit without touching the ball!]

fake.

Ho Young pretended to take the ball, but quickly turned back to neutralize the Shackle's tackle.

This was one of the reasons why it was difficult to face Woo.

Too much play.

Moreover, in the psychological warfare, it was a good spirit that was not plagued, and shocked as a shock cross to deal with him.

"That X bitch!"

With a tackle on the bare ground with nothing, the shock cross reached out to grab a straw.

But Ho-young avoided even that.

"켁!"

No, I trampled it out and went out.

The shooting came out shortly after.

[Study medium-range Schuuuwoouut!]

Cheongung!

"downpour!"

Man City's third goal.

The time when the inverted hot pot broke out was about 58 minutes later.

And it was five minutes later that Shawcross, who did nothing, was replaced.

As the game became more unfavorable, Tony Fullis ordered the left and right sides to induce a throw-in.

But the ball does not come at all, even that was not easy.

So, the men's team collapsed without a mac.

Beep!

Match ends.

The score is four to two.

Manchester City's easy reverse.

[Manchester City will advance to the FA Cup final in 32 years since 1969!]

[It was a great fight. The world's Stoke City can't touch Woo-young's hair. It seemed like the shockcross was going I think we should come up with a gun to stop him.]

[haha. Liverpool fans will be hurting two days ago in the finals.]

Ho-young, meanwhile, was able to cope with Laurie Delap's throw-in of the human catapult thanks to the hat trick.

Immediately after the race, he was selected as a MOM and visited the press conference.

And he answered the question of how he felt in the finals.

"There is nothing that can stop us now."

That night, the streets of Manchester were turned into festivals.

But what's even more surprising was the words of Lucie who came to Hoyoung the next day for lunch.

"This time there is another attractive ad. It seems that the intense, wild play seen in the last game has lured them. It's a very attractive ad like Nike last time. "

"I am in season?"

"The shooting time is as short as last time. If you don't want it right now, you can put it off in June. "

"Can you hear what it is?"

"Car advertising."

"!"

car.

Anyone would want a commercial once.

Nevertheless, Ho-young wanted to do it once.

Not long ago, I got a driver's license, no need to worry.

"Will you have a partner again?"

"Sure."

'Partners.'

Following Rafael Nadal, I was excited to be who this time.