CHAPTER 111 - It's me in this area (4)

While Cajehon settled into the post on the opposite side of the post, Ho Young was in charge of catching a second ball or a loose ball.

That's because he was less likely to win headlong veteran defenders.

Celta Vigo has a defensive size accordingly.

Since the free-kick position could easily lead to scoring, a fierce nerve battle was taking place before the cross came up.

Especially near penalty.

Costa's best-of-breed right on the team was on the other side of the goal, ready to jump out of the box at any time to counterattack.

Woo-young was hanging around.

Seal Look.

Costa squirmed and moisturized his mustache.

"You have a face."

"There can't be no."

In spite of his young age, the color of his face turned to Costa's face.

That rather made him happy.

'This guy is funny.'

Rather than just a silent player, it's much better at winning this type of player.

"Remember. I'm not afraid of the other person. "

"I don't care if my opponent is worse than me."

"Kya. Confidence stabs the sky. I only have two injured guys this season, why don't you ask the club to find out if they're vacant? "

"Why don't you check the sperm bank in advance?"

"Huh."

short time.

Costa, who had a chatty conversation, liked it.

So I wanted to step on it.

I just couldn't stand my shoulders.

Indeed, mad as a crazy rage rose up.

"I'm not telling you, I'm not like Kovacevich. Even if you're good at soccer, this is my specialty. And the ball is round. "

It was a heartfelt warning.

But to that point, Ho-yeong no longer responded.

Sue.

I just picked a breath and read the flow of the game.

Looking at that, Costa also focused on the game.

He was confident enough to win.

And I was ready.

Maybe he's been waiting for this moment since the game started.

This was what he really wanted.

Men's fight.

If we win here, Costa wins the game.

Self-esteem, ambition, pride.

It was Costa that moved to those three things.

'Then shall we bump once?'

As Kicker Marcos stepped on his foot, Costa and Hoyoung's back struck rough.

At the moment, Costa's shoulders were full of power.

It was then.

"!"

hard.

Shaking was hardly like a tree rooted deep in the ground.

Costa was upset.

'You can use your elbow if you spare.'

It was a moment when my thoughts filled my head.

Cuckoo!

Marcos' left foot cross cuts through the air.

[Cross the other side of the goal post! Go back loud! Is Matteos the target!]

[Ah! Before that, Miguel Torres jumps!]

Percussion!

Miguel, 184 centimeters tall, jumped up and grabbed a cross from the middle.

The ball hit by his head and bounced off fell near the penalty area.

Ho Young was hanging around.

It was a moment.

There was a bloody fight between Costa and Woo Young.

Iii.

The fight for subsidies is the key to who can take advantage of the higher ground.

The first place to occupy the place was no good.

Fantastic positioning ability.

Sharp predictive power.

In addition, to superior jumping power.

"Suck!"

In time, Ho-young jumped high into the sky.

So far, it was a perfect move.

But there was a problem.

"··· 큭."

Age and physique can not be ignored during the growing season.

Instantly Costa's shoulders slipped in, and Ho-young was pushed aside.

Moreover, he was using his elbows to avoid the eyes of the referee.

No matter how hard and reputable Ho Young is, he couldn't hold on to his elbow.

'Hh.'

Again, that's nothing.

That thought came to Costa's head.

"Foo."

"··· ?!"

Costa's eyes widened.

Just before Roh Young fell, he settled like a bad fix and then rose again.

'Why wake up again?'

The report was incredible.

I'm sure all went over.

This was not a mysterious phenomenon.

Hopefully it was enough to happen.

but···.

'What is it?

Is it possible to do well in that situation?

In that short time?

No wonder Costa was surprised to see it in front of his nose.

He would also know about Woo Woo-young, but he didn't know anything inside.

Great flexibility and great balance that comes from black muscles.

Excellent agility resulting from a well-balanced body balance.

The harmony it created was amazing.

In addition, Ho Young brought the soccer ball into his area with artistic ball control.

Toong, tong.

Extraordinary shoulder trapping.

And what followed was a tough fight.

Fuzzy!

When Hoyoung put the center of gravity on a wide back, Costa groaned.

My face was distorted like a soda can.

"··· Uh."

To make matters worse, Ho Young had already taken the ball under his feet.

I didn't believe it.

No matter how physically developed, he was far superior to Hoyoung.

About six centimeters apart I had a height of 10 kilos in height.

But the important thing.

"큭."

That the muscle quality is different.

In the end, the victory in the ball fight was good.

'Fuck.'

Diego Costa.

In fact, he was not only good at physical physique.

It wasn't just a bold, daring attacker whose main weapon was fighting.

'Ah.'

Costa only understood.

No matter how young your opponent is, a pro is a pro.

As a result, Costa had to be urgent.

This is because Ho Young, who won the battle, entered the box with excellent quickness.

If it was, it was a complete defeat.

I had to write anything.

'No.'

In this case, there is one habit that emerges instinctively, but this time it popped out.

Just a habit.

Costa twisted his forearm.

With clenched fists, towards Woo Ho-young's spacious start.

Fuzzy!

It was such intense smashing even smashing.

And.

bang!

Woo Woo-young! Fall from inside the penalty box! Falling out of balance and falling at the same time as Costa!]

[Diego Costa, it's an obvious foul. Whoever saw it was intentional. Just put Woo Ho Young's back with a fist.

But it wasn't the end there.

Pak!

"KEEK!"

At the same time, Woo-young and Costa's face fell into full bloom.

As Ho-young fell, he stepped on Costa's thighs.

Zigzag.

"Kaak!"

Beep!

As the referee blew his whistle and furiously, Costa complained of pain and made an insulting gesture.

But before Woo-young, there was a ruling against Costa.

It was a red card.

Then Costa struggled with pain and complained of injustice.

"Ha ···. I reached out to balance it, and he was there. And···."

Costa gave no time to speak to the referee in a stately manner.

"Before that, my heart kicked me out."

"Is it true?"

The referee's eyes turned sideways.

Ho-young asked.

"Lord. I kicked my feelings with my knees, but I can't stay that way. If that was true, I should have grabbed the lower leg and rolled the floor. "

"Yes."

The referee was extremely sympathetic.

Common sense was that.

The referee looked at Costa.

"Diego Costa, you'll take appropriate action."

The field has become a court.

The second ruling fell with a tense atmosphere.

It was a yellow card that the referee brought to Hoyoung.

The decision was made with the intention of stepping on Costa's thighs as he fell.

"Yellow yellow card? Did you kick my resentment? "

"That's when I read it after the game. If you are true, the Secretariat will take appropriate action. "

"Fuck like this!"

The last of those who have not ruled anger.

Costa, who failed in the water ghost game, limped out of the pitch and went out of pitch.

The crowd booed, but the referee resumed the match.

Whoever sees it was a red card.

The referee has given Castilla a chance.

슥, 슥.

Kicker is Woo Ho Young.

Prepared by rubbing the studs on the grass.

There was nothing to relax.

Penalties are absolutely favorable to kickers.

The opponent to be scared of was his opponent, Pinto.

Ho Young stared at the ball.

This one goal will hide the game.

'Stay calm.'

And calmly.

Ho-young stepped back and secured a run.

Immediately after the rest of the players retreated, Marcos shook Hoyoung's shoulders.

"If you can't, nothing will happen. We have it. "

right.

Soccer is team play.

As Kaka said four years ago, there are always ten players behind him.

There was no need to be afraid.

"Hou."

Once, Ho Young took a deep breath and confidently stepped on.

Short and accurate.

Only two steps.

Iii.

widely.

Cheongung!

"Ugh!"

It happened so quickly.

Colleagues roared and embraced the good.

Ho Young scored the third goal in the upper left corner of the net.

That's Hat-trick.

[Go oh oh oh! Woo Young! Make Castilla's Reverse Hotpot!]

[This changes the history of Segunda Division (Secondary League) once again. At 14 years and 272 days, Woo Ho Young replaces the youngest hattrick title. That's 747 days ahead.]

Hattrick.

It was a great record of giving hell to Celta Vigo.

Juan Roman, who watched the game with his sleep, blushed.

'damn···.'

When the ridiculous appearance caught the screen, Juan returned to the bench, hiding his cold face.

It was desperate.

There was very little opportunity to reverse the yard that was sent off to Costa.

You have no choice but to hold on to hope.

But that didn't exist.

Nothing has changed since the game, which had slumped through the first and second half, turned to one side.

After a long time, it was about 47 minutes.

The whistle signaled the end of the game and rang out at Ballados Stadium.

Hoyoung's eyes turned to one side of the stands.

Costa was sitting in the corner and cutting off the powder.

Looking at him, Ho-young rolled up one of his mouths.

Diego Costa

Talent

Football genius (A + 2)

Blazing Fight (A + 3)

-Definite goal determination (A + 2)

-Space penetration (A + 2)

Boldness that doesn't cover the water (A-)

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(Condition 1: Score more than Diego Costa)

(Condition 2: Become MOM in this match)

Reluctant.

"I ate well."

Satin was not a joke.