CHAPTER 223 - Maybe the Last El Clasico (2)

Half time away locker room.

Kwa Guangwang!

An iron box containing a soccer ball and extra soccer shoes fell to the floor.

Then, the iron rocker fell down and the roar of the room rang out.

It was Zlatan's defeat.

"Dog X!"

I wanted to spit on the face of Guardiola, staring directly at me with my bare eyes.

He could not stand it anymore.

Guardiola said it was ridiculous.

"I'm making a mistake now. Think about what your actions will do and act. "

"I think about you a lot. I lost to Mourinho's Inter and my head was totally X. Know?"

"I have nothing to say."

"You have nothing to say, but you cannot. You are not a man It's just a coward. Just fall to hell. "

"Huh."

Guardiola was also upset, but soon regained reason and stepped back.

Of course, a giant close to two meters squeezed like this, of course.

Zlatan seemed to be violent at the moment.

But Zlatan stopped there and left the locker room for the bathroom.

The locker room was surrounded by silence.

Some of the players who weren't able to get stuck with Guardiola were just watching the coach, and Captain Carles Puyol was distracted by the situation.

Perhaps this had already been foreseen since Zlatan joined Barcelona last year.

Early in the season.

Everything was fine when Zlatan was placed in the center striker.

But everything changed after Messi asked Guardiola to say, "I want to score more goals."

That's why he sent Zlatan to the wing.

In fact, Guardiola was insisting on tactical aspects.

It was also true that Messi was favored.

Moreover, the club was already focusing on Messi.

Of course, Zlatan had no choice but to complain.

As Xavi and Iniesta drive Messi into the pass, the goal goes down as the score goes down and the form falls and deepens the conflict.

Only today will it burst.

If the team had done better, they could have endured.

But that didn't mean anything now.

'done.'

Guardiola lost his thoughts by arranging the iron box that was silently distracted.

Wait, I was convinced.

This is the destination.

Meanwhile, a loud voice was ringing in the locker room of the home team.

"Ye eh eh eh!"

"Siuuuuuuuuu!"

"downpour!"

Ronaldo and his colleagues shout out Portuguese in Korean, 'yeah!'

After that, even after the ceremony, the atmosphere of the locker room rose endlessly.

If you win today, it's almost as if you're winning.

The only remaining opponents were Almeria-Valencia-Zaragoza-Ossuna-Mallorca-Athletic-Malaga.

"Well, maybe you can aim for a double this season."

"Double is good."

"큭큭큭."

When the players laughed and danced, Ho Young went back to the corner.

It was Marcel's place to smile brightly.

"Are you okay with the back of your head? I think I was hit hard by Zlatan. "

"OK. It's a little dingy, but I'm happy with it because I left it. "

Marcelo, five years older than Ho-young, said, hugging her slightly.

"be careful. Guys, I don't know what to do today. "

"Yes."

Ho-young understood enough.

As Marcelo says, this was the time to be careful.

Barcelona is almost defeated.

I didn't know what to do with my mind.

If they're in their current state, you're more likely to die with a killing tackle.

It was then.

"Everyone's attention."

While talking and laughing, Scolari came in and calmed the mood.

It was time to swallow a laugh and take it seriously.

Scolari sternly said.

"There are 10 opponents and the score is 2-0. But don't let that end. The most important thing here is not to get injured. Our goal is to win, and there's still a huge wall called the Champions League. I believe everyone will do it well without saying it. "

"Okay."

It was not yet time to let go of the tensions.

It's because the rats at bay are biting cats.

45 minutes remaining.

The game will continue.

The second half of the game proceeded without water.

There was no abnormality.

As Zlatan slipped out, Marcelo, who was fully relaxed, joined the central defense, marking Messi with Pepe and Gago, and Ho-young settled in the midfield, putting pressure on the midfield with Xabi Alonso.

[Barcelona is pushing hard, but Real Madrid is struggling with a line of defense. Wasted stamina in the second half means you'll bet everything at this moment.]

[Once again Lionel Messi. Dig into the center and look to the left with side blindness.]

[Terry Henry tries to infiltrate.]

Everyone expected to pass, but Messi tried to break to the right.

Messi was a possible decision.

[Lionell Messi! Enter again with a back pass to Xabi!]

[Quickly connected one-two pass!]

[Fernando goes out of the shade! Then breaks to the right. Marcellus is on this time, but ... Oh! Enter the gap!]

Myeongbul emperor.

No matter how critical the team is, Messi was Messi.

Especially with Xabi and Iniesta, he continued running.

He quickly entered the penalty area, disabling tackles and struggles coming in from around.

The agility that comes out of the small body was the level that caused the viewer to burst into the bow.

[Lionell Messi! Where are you running? It beats Pepe!]

[Messi! Messi! Ankara Messi! Ankara Messi! Ankara ······!]

It was just before the shooting went off.

Fuzzy!

[Hoo-young's tackle!]

Important moments.

Ho-young, who ran quickly, pulled the ball from behind because of the difference in hair.

The missing ball was safely caught by Casillas.

"Oops!"

Unbearable Messi threw the hairband and sat on the floor.

His eyes burned as if piercing his back.

'Crazy child.'

It is so sad and strange.

How can a person like that exist in the world?

Messi felt that way.

The moment I first saw him at the Beijing Olympics came to mind.

It was only two years ago.

In the meantime, Messi has grown remarkably.

Woo, however, has surpassed that level and has grown a lot of areas.

It was hard to believe.

Isn't it a Messi that has been rated as unmatched in genius and potential?

Divided.

I felt as if I had been robbed of all the things I had enjoyed and the things I had to enjoy in the future.

And I was no longer confident.

I was really afraid of where he would go.

The visual welcome greets the fist and welcomes the good news.

[37 Days Later Tarzan's Surprise Shooting Block]

Third defensive talent following Vieira and Cannavaro.

'I'm confident in the defense now.'

Ho-young went up higher and higher.

It was no exaggeration to say that almost all of the talent that could be coveted in Spain had been coveted.

Xabi's passing ability and Iniesta's decompression ability were very coveted, but up to that point, he had to abandon greed.

'To win the Champions League with Barcelona is an unattainable condition.'

If you weren't in Barcelona, ​​you had to give up.

However, it was unthinkable to be a crush on Ho Young who has already become a Madrid star.

It seemed hard to get unless the condition suddenly changed.

That did not have to be discouraged.

'I can substitute enough.'

Later, if you can afford to find the former football players who can substitute for Xavier and Iniesta talent, you had to search for L-class talent.

He will go higher and higher in the future.

It was the ultimate goal to go beyond human limits and to realize all that a soccer player could achieve.

Champions League Championship and Ballon d'Or.

Those were the first steps.

'you can do it.'

My heart was so full.

I seemed to be able to do anything.

And time was enough.

So, Ho-young ran and ran again.

The hat-trick was the target today, so the nickname of the Barcelona killer was unobtrusive.

[Fourth El Classico runs after Guardiola's inauguration in the second half.]

[Pep Guardiola, you're sitting on a bench with a face that seems to give up everything.]

[I have to. He crossed a bridge he can't return today. When the game is over, you will have to give an endless explanation of what happened today.]

Gi tilted to one side.

Barcelona, ​​whose organizational power has collapsed before, is in a state of desolation.

At first, the midfielder's Iniesta and Xabi Hernandez were desperate to keep up, and without them, Real Madrid's share could have risen to 90 percent.

To make matters worse, Barcelona's strength was increasing over time.

This season's worst performance ever, even if it was not a bunch.

Real Madrid didn't miss that opportunity and kept it alive.

It was about 70 minutes in the second half when Ronaldo snatched a long pass that pierced the box from the second and tied it with a sharp shot.

Cheongung!

[Go oh oh oh! Real Madrid wedge goal! Cristiano Ronaldo hits No. 40 for the season!]

[great. It's 40 goals in the season and 27 goals in the league. This keeps Lionel Messi away by two goals.]

The nettle goal of Real Madrid.

Nevertheless, Guardiola sat on the bench with a uniform face.

He would yell at the players and yell at them, but now he has no power or motivation.

I just prayed that this nightmare would pass.

But it didn't end there.

Cheongung!

[Go oh oh! Substituted Karim Benzema will score the second ball!]

[The former shooter was covered by Archen Robben. It's the price of a left foot kick that you can't even know.]

5 to 0.

Away seats were filled with invasion.

Even just a sparse cheering sound did not come out.

Here Ho Young dropped the bomb.

Woo Woo-young tries to break through.

[Woo-young, Woo-young, fold once! Right-footed shoutout!]

[Go oh oh oh! Hat Trick! Woo Young records a hat trick! Indeed, he's recording a hat trick in El Classico!]

[Fantastic hitting and running. Puyol and Piqué are stuck, but I can't catch up. You must respond at least two beats quickly to prevent that player from breaking through.]

"downpour!"

Occupancy.

This time, Ho Young, who has achieved a hat trick, proved himself strong in the big match.

Victory was a bonus.

Beep-

[6-0. Real Madrid win big in El Classico Maybe it's the best day for the fans of Madrid.]

[No doubt. This put Real Madrid out of Barcelona by 10 points. It's almost like winning.]

Barcelona's 6-0 defeat.

This shocked hundreds of millions of football fans around the world.

Well the next day.

More shocking than that, the dominance of the news media.

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