Chapter 134：CHAPTER 163 - Wailing Wall (3)

Permanent mark punched.

Strong, subtle, unstoppable

Giorgio Chiellini was talking about.

Digging in more detail, his advantages are endless.

Powerful and speedy from 187 centimeters 88 kilos.

No less intelligent play.

The mentality of the fighting spirit, the fighting spirit and the boldness coexist.

In addition, he has excellent predictive power, excellent defensive positioning ability, and extraordinary heading ability.

The agility and instantaneous speed may be a bit lower, but the pure flagship is one of the central defenders from the left fullback.

There are also quite a few different positions to play for the central defenders, so it really shines when you play against a strong team in a tournament.

If you want to pick the best defenders of the time for football fans who pass along the road, Italy will be named Maldini and Nesta, and in England, Rio Ferdinand and John Terry will be mentioned.

But if you use that reference point as a simple interpersonal defense, you might be looking at Chiellini, which has recently increased in skill.

Moreover, only twenty-four years old, he still had the potential to grow.

Is there another versatile and perfect player in the world?

Nevertheless, his merits do not end there.

Calciopoli.

Two years ago, when Juventus was demoted to a game scandal, he was a romanticist who, despite receiving love calls from several big clubs such as Inter and AS Roma.

But isn't God fair?

There is no perfect man in the world, and he has only one fatal flaw.

"Figlio di puttana!"

If it was a fairly rough mental, it was a big problem.

If Juventus legend Edgar Davids was called a dog, Chiellini was a dog.

How many of the Italian defenders are tough and insane, Chiellini was rather strong.

Of course, it was far below the level of the bully Pepe or the killer Materachi on the field, but that was pretty noticeable.

"I'm going crazy."

I wanted to run to Woo Ho-young right now, grab him and throw him out of the stadium.

But there was something unusual about him.

It's not as tough as it is, but it's usually quite mild.

It was literally an incarnation of the game of being a fiery man only during the game.

And again, the strange thing is, mental management is good at it.

It is his true point that once he spits out, he can concentrate on the game again.

Calm and patient.

'Let's get mental. The fans still believe in me. '

There were no crowds blaming Chiellini.

I just scored because Woo Woo-young was doing well, rather than a mistake of Chiellini.

It would not be possible to give up the game while blaming it.

Moreover, the remaining time is 70 minutes each.

If your partner is good, you should do your best to make a stop.

That was Chiellini's idea now.

And to him, a player came up and gave a voice of encouragement.

"Kielo."

"Oh, captain."

Juventus' eternal fantasy star and captain.

It was Alessandro Del Piero, a sharp charismatic man who should be claimed as a big club.

Still a phenomenal skill at age 34, he was an elegant player and had a great personality.

"You did well enough. He was just fantastic to play. And once you've been hit, you can stop him from playing in the future. "

"Do you really think so?"

"then."

Del Piero said with a lie.

"You can do better than now. I must have missed something. "

"But I don't know what it is."

"Then it would be good to think about what you would have done if it were your idols."

Idol.

One of the idols of Chiellini.

It was Paul Milan Maldini of AC Milan, but of course it was Fabio Cannavaro.

Since I started my career as a player, I learned the most from him.

For him, Cannavaro was both a teacher and a successor.

'Then if I was Kannavarro, ······.'

Wait a second to think.

'To be sick. I wouldn't have stopped him. What does it look like?

Chiellini burst into tears as she stared at Woo Ho-young, who is playing an enormous serenity away from the away seat.

The feeling was cheap.

Honestly, I can't say that Woo-young is as great as Raul or Van Nistelrooy, or that he is high.

Right now Cristiano Ronaldo and Lionel Messi receive tremendous reviews, but they do not receive as much criticism as Zidane or Ronaldinho.

Right now, they may be able to jump over them, but they can't even reach their toes throughout their careers.

Also, the experiences and ages that result from them can never be ignored.

Only one season? one month? One game?

There is no reason to shiny well.

If Zidane or Ronaldinho had done just one season well, they would not have remained legends.

'Yes, only once. I was only killed once for 20 minutes. I've been hit by it all at once. '

Chiellini comforted himself and devised a way to stop Woo Young.

Raul and Van Nistelrooy were fine with the other players.

If he could only attack the backbone of the attacker, who was in charge of the vanguard, he could have made Real Madrid's tactics useless.

Chiellini's eyes were bright.

'Yes, this time it's sticking in reverse. Attack and defense are very different. Focus. '

That was the only way to get around this situation.

Chiellini wielded his fist in the air and prepared for it.

The opportunity to try it came soon.

[1st half is flowing towards 30 minutes. There seems to be no change yet.]

[Health is still a battlefield. I used to, but now it's worse. There is no concession since Woo Ho Young's first goal.]

[Yes. All the balls that should be connected to Woo Ho Young are blocked in the middle ground. To Nedved wandering around the Jungwon region.]

[But Zidane is not easy. The old men of both teams give their strength.]

The midfield was bloody.

191 centimeters tall Mohamed Sissoko wandered insane and swept the midfield.

There was no vacuum.

In particular, they faced Real Madrid's defensive midfielder Diarra and faced an awesome power fight.

"A bastard like this!"

"Hey, did you raise it as a body? Do you think you can take the ball or something like that? "

The two black men at the waist of both teams attacked each other with bloody talk as well as natural athletic ability.

This was not the only case.

"Take it! Don't give me space! If you see me, get it! Even if you die, you die here! "

Pavel Nedved is known to be timid, but he becomes a tyrant if he enters the stadium.

Fuzzy!

"Like a dog like this!"

"You're weak."

Nedved attacked Snider in a combative stance.

His inclined and full of inclination was fully revealed.

At that time, Chiellini was trying various methods to distract Woo Young's concentration.

"Hey, Asian. Did you eat a banana? There's a bad smell on the sacred ground. "

But Ho Young had no answer.

"Yumma. Are you deaf? Or is it really deaf? "

Nevertheless, Ho-young did not make eye contact.

Even if he was trapped in his own world, he did not give a glance.

But it wasn't a complete poker face.

Trying to endure was seen in Woo-young's face.

"Look at this baby biting tight. Is this situation funny for you? "

But the answer still didn't come out.

I would have to respond to anything, but there was nothing like that, so it was frustrating for Chiellini.

So increased strength.

"I'll be ignored by an Asian guy who can't make a fist like this."

Chiellini was not a racist.

He was evaluated for being good and gentle.

All this was done in the name of provocation.

It was nothing but the Champions League, so it was Chiellini who wanted to win at all costs.

It's the same with the hobby.

As long as Nedved's talent, which is about to retire, hangs, it could never be conceded.

So did not play with provocation.

In fact, if you're usual, you might have been provocatively.

But at the time of training last night.

'That was Kannavaro. Chiellini says that if the game is not played, he sticks like a leech and kills his opponent's flag with his mouth. And take advantage of it little by little. '

It was the organ and know-how of Chiellini, Kannavaro told me.

So Ho-young did not play.

Chiellini boldly ignored the provocation.

However, I wasn't good at the poker face, so sometimes the shaking mental was revealed in my face.

'In that case, I told you to place an order yourself.'

The psychological skill that football players love most, the Placebo Effect.

Hoyoung hypnotized himself.

"Ho ...

"Well? what?"

Order to victory.

The opportunity came soon.

Perak!

"Suck!"

"··· !!"

[Zidane's pass to the right side.]

[Kielini responded a bit late! Can you catch up!]

Woo Woo-young! Peel off Chiellini who pulls the uniforms with a slight difference!]

"Fuck."

Missed

I took the reverse.

The provocation was distracted by the mentality of Chiellini, not Ho Young.

Ho-young, on the other hand, was running fine.

Embarrassing as if of a beast that caught prey, he turned to Van Nistelrooy, who was looking for a seat in the center.

It was shortly after that the cross went up into the air.

Percussion!

"Ah."

Chiellini had an intuition again.

It's ruined.

And realized

Woo-young's cross was clean.

Cheongung!

[goal! Van Nistelrooy opens Juventus' goal with a great header! Since Woo Young's infiltration, the cross was also a very luxury!]

[Ah ~ It must be a shame for Chiellini. I missed Woo Young due to the difference between the hairs.

Real Madrid's second goal.

The score is 2-0.

Any shield that must be prevented was broken without functioning.

And before that.

Woo Ho-young, who made the assist, passed by Chiellini in despair.

Standing in front of the place, I turned to the billboard.

Then jumped into the air and roared.

The only thing Chiellini could do was to look at Ho-young's ass.