Chapter 57：CHAPTER 86 - Season finish (2)

Villarreal on the left and Real Madrid on the right.

Beep-

At the same time as the whistle, the 36th round of the game started to shed destiny.

As an important match, Villarreal paid a lot of attention to the tactical part, and the tactic they came up with was a pressure-driven counterattack based on the 4-4-2 formation.

Keywords are pressure, speed, and dedication.

Up to this point, there was no significant difference from the existing 4-4-2 tactic.

Villarreal, however, prepared a recipe.

'Sharing', 'Interval' and 'Balance'.

We added these three.

It was to face Woo's use of space in a recent game, which was a rather difficult and complicated tactic.

It was difficult for young people to carry out this tactic unless the tactics were good.

But they were not usually youth.

The teams worked hard to bring teams to the fullest for the game today.

Villarreal manager Morrientes was convinced that good results could be achieved today.

Hearing the chief of the youth league, he successfully led Villarreal after holding the baton at the end of last year.

Villarreal, who was in seventh place, is now up to fourth, and his Cup Cup team has also made it to the finals.

'If you mess with space, there is a chance.'

As Morientes thinks, the outcome of the match will be different from that.

Do you prevent Woo-young's play or leave it alone?

On the other hand, Real Madrid's starting tactic against the Villarreal was 4-2-3-1, with friendly midfielder Woo Woo-young in the game.

However, today's tactic was changed to 4-4-1-1 formation 20 minutes into the game.

This was Real Madrid's choice, with the intention of playing a stable game with a focus on defense.

Anyway, it was enough for them to get a draw.

Rather than playing hard, it was wiser to stock up on health and pour into the finals of the next King's Cup next week.

Ho-young's position was an attacking midfielder.

Not only playmaking for the attack, but also the whole flow of the field to Hoyoung.

That's why most of the passes went to Ho-young since the start of the first half.

Ho-young, the heart and brain of the team, quietly led the game in a good direction.

Build up of Maestro.

In fact, it was still lacking.

Already successfully coveted two months ago, the talent was not manageable.

The same reason that ordinary people don't understand Picasso's paintings.

Zidane's talent, which was called Art Soccer itself, was literally art.

Two months later, Hoyoung was able to make good use of the power.

Excellent football intelligence tactics were thanks to the support.

As well as tactics eyes widened.

The experience accumulated so far, combined with skills, led to tremendous synergy.

I was able to figure out what the opponent was trying to do by observing the movement.

Surprisingly, the head returned to itself.

'Pressing on a regional basis while keeping a small gap will mean that it will prevent you from creating space.'

Absolutely no pressure.

As Ho Young thought, all of Villarreal's players were under systematic and planned pressure.

I could see how much organizational training I did.

'if so.'

Roeyoung's eyes and brain moved unceasingly.

As if solving a mystery, he became a manager on the pitch and found the answer.

This was the first task of a classic playmaker.

It was not long after that.

Percussion.

The ball from the third line was delivered to Ho Young.

And finding a solution.

"turn!"

Ho-young's horse resonated on the ground.

Operation Triangle.

Detailed strategy that I practiced many times before, was an anomalous play to defeat the opponent's precise tactics.

It slowly glowed.

Real Madrid's four-back defense hung around near the penalty box, attracting Villareal's forwards.

At the same time, Real's two-sided pullback went up, driving the opposing midfielders out of the half line.

'Good.'

In the midst of space there was a space in the center.

This allowed Real's central midfielders to use their space to do their job.

The result was a solid defense and the initiative to attack at any time.

The best situation was being created.

As that situation continued throughout the first half, there was a split between Villarreal players.

"What are you doing! What if the two-tops go up together? "

"Did you know I'd be like this? I did this when I practiced. "

"You have to keep up with the situation."

"How do you do that?"

They could not understand it.

Obviously I did as the bishop told me to do, but the situation was at stake.

It was no use to see who's wrong.

If there was anything wrong with their lack of soccer intelligence and observation.

While tactics have a huge impact on the game, it's as much a playmaker as it does.

In other words, the conductor on the ground.

Zidane's build-up ability no one can imitate.

Small tornadoes gathered to form a huge typhoon.

Finally the first 35 minutes.

A typhoon emerged from the left wing of Real Madrid.

"Up! Get the rear cover! "

Tak, percussion, tak.

The tripod, formed by a pullback, winger, and central midfielder, constantly shifted and removed the oppression.

The balance of the team was broken as the systematic pressures that had been prepared in Villarreal were shaken.

'I'm almost there.'

Hoeyoung's eyes flashed.

As if drawing a watercolor on the other hand, Ho Young, who led the flow of the game, made a blow.

Helong Dragon Peak.

After hanging around on the second line for a while, he suddenly ran ahead.

The situation was urgently developed.

Yet there was no distraction.

Everything got right as if the gears were spinning.

Left pullback Marcos Alonso stabs a short pass to Hoyoung.

Percussion.

Ho-young, who received the ball with a clean first touch, turned half a turn with his defensive back.

It was Marseille turn.

Then he pierced Marcos at a moderate speed.

"again!"

Return to Ho Young was exactly five steps back.

Perak!

Inside the penalty box.

At the tip of Roh Young was Marcos' ground ball.

Shortly thereafter, Hoyoung's flame-like right-footed shot was taken.

Rock!

"downpour!!"

Ho-young's serenity spreads more passionately than ever.

The excitement spread on the back of the trunk.

The brows trembled tremblingly at the rush of emotion.

A sense of achievement exploded.

Maybe this is how architects feel.

Like building a ground, putting a pillar on top of it, and building a building on top of each other to complete the building.

Ho Young's invisible efforts piled up, creating a score.

"Oh no!"

Roar was instinctively bursting.

Thought for yourself, there was no corner to be flawed, so I could not hide the excitement.

'It worked!'

This moment meant so much.

Hoyoung, who had a strong tendency to break through the shadow striker, had to put a lot of pressure on every game.

It would be obvious that the body would be overused naturally by overreaching excessive movement.

Football life left over.

At least twenty years, a long run had to be addressed.

So it was today's play.

A new weapon obtained a few months ago was finally tamed.

This will be a great resource in the professional world.

"Oh uh!"

Confidence popping out of the vocal cords was a bonus.

Today Hoyoung experienced another football, a new football.

On the contrary, Villarreal's camp was devastating and lethargic.

"Why did you eat?"

"You missed Woo-young's infiltration because the three lines were shaking."

"How did you shake?"

"Before that, they played switching. I got three lines because of the disturbance there. Ask what's natural. Annoying. "

"No, who doesn't know that. So why did you do that? Obviously, I was blocking the space while keeping the gap. Why was the center empty? "

"Our attackers opened up."

"Why?"

"That's it."

The speech was blocked up.

The question bites the tail, but no conclusion is drawn.

"I think it's ridiculous."

It was really ridiculous.

In their view, there was no dangerous situation before the goal was scored.

Real Madrid's players showed a nasty move and only had to pass several passes.

But at some point allowed to give.

I literally opened my eyes and felt a nose cut.

Passionate reactions erupted in the visitors' stands immediately after the first half.

"I asked them to do a tutor…"

Perez scratched his nose and said to himself.

"I made a plate."

Perez watched Ho Young play and laughed.

"I'm a big fan of Zidane. Hundreds of games in his life. But you can see it in that bitch. "

Perez's play clearly saw Zidane's style.

Zidane's original build up.

That's why Zidane's position is called free-role, not midfield.

Never before.

Not only in modern times, but also in the past football companies.

That's why Zinedine Zidane is considered one of the best players of his time.

But Woo Ho-young saw it.

"Is your eyes dead when you're old? This might not be visible only to me. "

"I always watch from the side. I'm an agent for that taste. "

"Three days. I've changed a lot. Last year, I only saw running and hitting. "

"Evolution, not change."

"Evolution."

Perez turned to the side to see if he was interested.

Then Lucie said.

"That is Woo Woo-young's specialty. So come on and give it up. "

"What do you mean?"

"haha. New teachers. "

"Hahahaha. I'm already thinking. "

The players to help Ho Young were still wide and wide.

Real Madrid's first team was about to collapse.

However, what Perez meant was slightly different.

"How about making a professional debut?"

"Promote to Real Madrid C team by 2008" proposed by Perez during last year's transfer negotiations.

It might have been a year earlier.

The second half, which began immediately, flowed in a similar flow to the first half.

Real Madrid, who took the lead with Woo Ho-young's lead, took the lead with a tight airborne.

A second goal was shot in a row, and the main players were replaced for stamina.

But Ho-young still remained there.

I wanted to feel the game longer, but above all, I told my manager that I wanted to play more because of my physical strength.

The actual amount of activity was not very high.

Run less and show a lot.

Real Madrid, who won the game afterwards, finished off to the third goal.

Championship.

It was the moment when Ho-young held his fifth championship trophy in his youth.

The shouts of the reserve Blanco filled the pitch.

The 06-07 season was slowly ending.

At that point, admiration flowed from the home team stands.

Villareal's officials.

Among them, the yellow uniform and the grass-headed impressed man were getting up from the chair and applauding.

It was a spectator's appreciation for seeing an unexpectedly high level of play rather than losing his team, Villarreal.

His gaze with enthusiasm was fixed to Ho Young.

It was a long time before his mouth was opened.

"Damn it. Who the hell is that damn genius? "

The man stepped as if he was taken by something.

Ho Young was drawing him.