CHAPTER 144 - La Liga, sortie (3)

Woo Woo-young breaks another youngest title. La Liga's youngest goal score was 15 years and 60 days.]

[I don't believe it. We are facing an incredible moment right now. In this Santiago Bernabeu, who would have imagined that a 15-year-old Asian boy would score the goal.]

Since the goal, the heat of the stadium has never been cool.

Moreover, the hot goal was also shown, the crowd was very hot.

Even after the game resumed, the supporters rarely escaped the goal.

"Wow, I thought it would tear the net."

"Roben did well, but I didn't even know I had a debut goal in La Liga. Are you crazy? "

"Perez rolled up Galacico, sweared, and left an achievement. How much did you bring?

"Maybe it was half a million euros at that time?"

"I'm good at inspiring business! Hovenue was sold for 43 million euros. "

"Big! Please don't get ups and downs. If you do this, the future is bright! "

While supporters are enthusiastic.

The person who led this atmosphere was also crazy.

"Hou ..."

Woo Young.

He realized why Spain was a nation of football.

Only one goal could create this atmosphere, it was incredible.

If the heart could burst, it would have already burst several times.

"after."

I took a long breath and looked up.

Now 84 minutes.

About 10 minutes remaining until extra time.

It was time to achieve anything.

Calmly watching the surroundings, watching the flow.

The currents created by Real Madrid's players covered the stadium.

The flow without a shake.

All were faithful to their roles and contributed to creating a stable flow.

It was an atmosphere I could not feel at all in Castilla or the Olympic team.

Zidane pushed in the back, Robben and Raul in the front.

In comparison, cruise ships filled with first-class sailors and sailors.

If you get on top of it without worrying.

No, it's wrong.

It was not a cruise ship.

Real Madrid's damage was once more than imagined.

Robben and Raul opened their doors in brilliant moves and continued to attack.

Ho-young constantly communicated with Van der Barth and actively participated in the attack.

After the pass, the players managed to move beyond their expectations, creating a decisive opportunity for both questions and questions.

The organization wasn't good yet, but it was a time-solving problem.

'The game is fun.'

Ho Young, who just got up from the second division, could feel it.

The quality of the game is different.

Santiago Bernabeu's air was clean.

It's the same with CD Numancia's players.

They were feeling the wall today.

Although they were promoted to first place in the Second Division, Real Madrid was the team that came first in the First Division.

It was never an easy opponent.

Although he beat Barcelona with a quick counterattack and organization in the first round, it didn't work well in today's game.

His fast pace was due to Roberto Carlos and Sergio Ramos.

But it was not easy to deal with the midfield.

The game has been more dynamic since the sneakers and Woo-young Woo came in.

Feels like dealing with untamed beasts.

Real Madrid's attack was very strong but not sharp.

'There is a flaw.'

Numancia's Jose's eyes found Real Madrid.

Schuster's tactics were not complete.

As time went by, holes were appearing everywhere.

The momentum was good, but the details were a lot of loophole tactics.

'There's a lot of space left in Jungwon. Covered by Diarra, but Zidane's stamina cannot be sustained. '

As a result, the connection between the 2nd and 3rd wires was gradually broken.

Jose aimed at that.

Immediately ordered a replacement.

Except for Felipe Gurendez, who had lost his strength, he put in a young and fast Javier Del Pino.

"Javier. If the team catches the ball, it goes up to the center unconditionally. As the strength falls, there is a space between Woo-young and Zidane.

"Okay."

Jose's voice rose.

The hands and eyes moved busy.

At the same time, the full-back pullover Carlos Bellvis was replaced, indicating the central overlap of the left and right pullbacks.

The last offensive.

The remaining time is about 10 minutes.

The win was already a 3-0 victory, but enough to hit the goal was enough time to break.

'If you break down the connection between Woo-young and Zidane, there is a chance.'

Bedridden Zidane and Woo Young are too young.

Real Madrid's strength was weak at the same time.

If you target them, the answer would come.

Late 85 minutes.

"Hmm."

As Javier and Belbis of the opposing team entered the pitch, they were wrinkled by Hoyoung's beauty as he watched.

This unusual atmosphere.

I felt like I've been there a lot.

It was not a deja vu.

When I played for Castilla last season, I had a painful memory that had already lost two losses to Numancia.

Now was similar to then.

'Javier and Belvis. I did that again. '

Breathing duo is a good fit.

In particular, the attack from the side to the center was far beyond the level of the second division.

However, if there is a problem, the defensive will occur a lot.

As a result, their breathing often occurs only at the end of the game.

That was the situation right now.

Still, Schuster was instructing him to watch out for his counterattack.

Ho Young went one step further.

'Let's use it as a station.'

When he was in Castilla, he had a lot of tactical conversations with Mandiya.

It was also thanks to the tactical understanding of Sao Paulo's coach, Carlos, who had some real effects.

It was already a 3-0 win, so I thought it was a good strategy to try.

That's why he went down to Jungwon and talked with Zidane just before the game resumed.

"what do you think?"

"Wait for the bait and then surprise back and forth?"

"Yeah."

"And you're going to lead a long pass, take the ball, and then go on a counterattack. There will be plenty of space behind your opponent's fabric. "

"Zizou, too. You are reading my thoughts carefully. "

"I taught you but I don't know one."

Zidane raised one ball.

"Will it not work?"

"No, that's a good idea. Even if it looks simple, using the other person's ideas in reverse is hard to deal with. However."

Scoop.

Zidane put her hand on Ro-Ho's shoulder and pointed the field with her finger and gave a few words of advice.

Hoyoung's head nodded.

Zidane's thoughts from experience and talent were creative and deep.

"i See."

Today I was learning a good swim.

Zidane continued.

"When you give a signal, run without looking behind you. I'm proving my qualities of number 10 right today. "

"Yes."

In time, the two operations became widespread among the team.

It was shortly after the game resumed.

[Feelings like Felipe Gurendez and Carlos Belvis enter the game.]

[That's right. Numancia's tempo is getting faster. Real Madrid should notice and prepare for it. Zidane, Woo-young and Van der Barth are still in a offensive attack.]

Defensive enough to turn the ball, but Real Madrid continued to knock on Numancia's goal.

Aiming at the gap, he slowly began to reveal the teeth hidden by Numancia.

It was a moment.

Counterattack spread in the blink of an eye.

[Belvis blocks the Roberto Carlos Pass! Look at the center!]

[Real Madrid, be careful. There was too much space left in the midfield for the crazy attack. I think Woo Ho-young overplayed.]

[The moment you spoke! Belvis's Passes the Earth! Falling ball to Javier! Javier! Javier runs!]

Due to Real Madrid's tactical nature, the second line is too engrossed in attack, creating a huge gap.

That's the situation right now.

Everything was flowing as Numansia expected.

'Opportunity.'

Javier caught the ball immediately ran to the front.

Zidane was blocking the way, but Javier had a companion.

Belvis on the right.

He was penetrating along the touchline at a tremendous speed.

'Good. little bit more.'

The momentum was rising.

All of Numancia's players were coming forward with that momentum.

Javier's most confident situation unfolds.

1 second is enough.

At that time, Velvis's infiltration will shake off Real's backspace.

But that one second resulted in a game overturn.

Fuzzy!

"······!"

He runs from behind at a tremendous speed and struggles.

'우호영?'

It could not be.

Woo-young was too far away.

The street could never have been overtaken except Usainbolt.

'Then who? ·····.'

[Ramos! I ran to Javier as if I had waited! Ramos fights hard!]

"켁!"

'whenever···.'

Real's right fullback Sergio Ramos jumped out of the wrong place.

It wasn't the end there.

In the meantime, Zidane added cooperative defense.

Planning Woo Young.

Zinedine Zidane.

The operation, created by two commanders, appeared on the surface of Smulsmal.

fault.

"··· Damn it!"

Javier, who did not have any special skills, fell into the defensive power of the two.

[Zidane cleans the ball while Ramos is fighting! Zidane catches the ball and gets out of the way with a Marseille turn!]

At the moment Zidane crossed the half line, the flow was broken.

Counterattack Counterattack.

Maestro's command began.

The tempo is very fast, the beat is one beat fast.

Percussion!

As fast as a bullet, a ground ball pass was shot from the tip of the toe.

The direction extends in the pre-announced direction as if measured by a protractor.

The destination is the space behind the line where Woo-young stands.

'come!'

Roeyoung's eyes sharpened like that of a hawk.

In a moment, what Zidane said earlier passed by.

If you give a signal, don't look behind you.

This pass was clearly a sign of Zidane.

At that moment, Ho-young sped out the ground with agile movement.

Definitely different from before.

The thigh muscles were pulled tight, explosive speed came out.

[I think Zidane's pass is a bit long!]

[But Woo-young goes into the back of the defense! Can I catch a pass!]

[Ortegawa and Boris lags behind you slightly later ... Whats!]

[What is it ?!]

The commentator at the astounding running speed lost moments.

As Hyeong-yeong's running speed became faster as he accelerated, he quickly threw his defenders back.

[Unbelievable. I can't believe it!]

[Inclusive]! Inclusive! Inclusive!]

It sounded like a raw commentary, but the only thing they could say was to be surprised.

Of course, Ortega and Boris's flagship side was slow, but this gap was rarely seen in rare scenes.

It was a remarkable growth that was amazed at the next level, with the thighs of the boom and the elastic muscles of Eto's.

The crowd who came to the scene jumped up from their seats.

That horribly caught Ho Young.

Zidane's pass was not long.

Ho Young gave me a long time at the speed I ordered.

This was their fantastic breath.

Numancia goalkeeper Juan Pablo jumped out, but it became a handshake.

Perak!

Long dribble of continuation.

"Ahh!"

I tried to catch up, but I couldn't keep up with the speed of Hoyoung.

Literally physical bully.

Hoyoung, who ran to the goalkeeper with just one run, entered the goalpost just like a runaway locomotive with a broken brake.

Like being one with a soccer ball.

And.

Hoyoung enters the net and shakes the net with his hands, screaming like a Hulk.

"Ooh oh oh oh!"

Showmanship that drives the crowd crazy.

The response was nagging.

[Huh.]

[Oh My God.]

Woo Young's second goal.

The commentator lost words, and only the same words were repeated in the stands.

"Ay, caramba!"

"Caramba!"

"Black, carambola!"

Interjection that means 'to the world'.

The voice was ringing in the audience like a ringing song.

And standing ovation.

Away from the fans to get up and applaud.

There was no more definite declaration.

In addition, good news came as soon as the game was over.

[Unique ball trapping (SS-)]

After making his debut with Zidane, he successfully coveted his ball trapping talent.

It was to be coveted in turn, following the calming thighs of Ronaldo and Ronaldo.

"downpour!"

It was a perfect debut.