Chapter 147：CHAPTER 176 - El Classico (6)

[Bulletin] Woo Young, El Classico Multi Goal + Help ····· Season 15 Goals, League No. 11 Goals]

└ Big!

└ You are proud of Korea.

└ It is proud. It's the best. I'm crying.

└ You may have already been selected as the best player of all time in Asia even if you had only a little career. Of course, the skills are already the best ever.

└Maradona has gone beyond the short-term impact. is not it?

└ Hmm, it's still a bit.

└ How much better will you be when you are an adult? Are you all alone?

└ If you don't just have a reverse side like Bojan ······.

└ Growing like a mesh

└ That's not a little. Messi can't win the aerial ball. Shouldn't it be as big as Ronaldo?

└ ㅋㅋ Is it over 170 tall?

└ Stop talking about the mesh. If you see, Messi scored a goal. I'm good at both, why are they so comparable.

By the way, two goals, one goal in El Classico ... one of the best debuts in El Classico history. The youngest record has already been changed.

It was the best El Classico debut that put all the anti-fans down.

On the contrary, it was becoming the worst debut for someone.

The situation almost coincident with the replacement.

Late 75 minutes.

Piqué couldn't hide his devastated face.

It was shocking.

Of course, I thought it wouldn't be easy, but when I had the last game of competition, I thought it was clear.

But he was defeated badly in psychological warfare.

"Damn it······."

When replaced just two minutes ago, there was no way to look at the 100,000 crows who applauded.

I looked at the goal where the soccer ball was placed and leaned back.

It was then.

"Hey! Gerard! "

It was Captain Puyol, the heart of Catalonia, who jumped in after watching the situation.

His fighting spirit filled the box.

"Wake. You are Barsa's central defender. What you have to face is not a goal but an opponent. "

Indeed, the player most respected.

And as one of the most respected players in Barcelona, ​​he showed the power of a unique leader.

Dignified and modest, he stuck his head in Piqué's forehead.

"Don't give in! It's not over! Trust yourself! "

It was then that a magnificent voice came out of the stands.

Pair up.

Pair up.

"Tot ~ el, camp!". "

Barcelona's official cheering man slowly starting to fill the stadium.

Tot el camp es un clam

The whole stadium is filled with shouts.

som la gent blaugrana

We are blue and red people.

Barca, Barca, Baaarca!

Barsa, Barsa, Baarsa!

Tens of thousands of Barcelona flags, big and small, flew with a loud and grand song.

And the supporters seats right behind the goal.

Som un Equip!

A giant flag with the phrase "We are a team" covered the audience.

Then there was a voice of encouragement towards Piqué.

"Pique! Piqué! "

"Get up! The Catalan do not kneel in front of the Castilians! "

Yes.

Piqué was a Catalan in his ear.

Ever since I was young, I grew up with a lot of expectations.

And he stood up again now.

3 to 3.

The time was late 75 minutes.

There was too much time left to give up.

[Time going towards the late 80 minutes. Everybody is tired.]

[There are quite a few players who are over 10 kilos in activity. That means the game was fierce. 3 to 3. What fate is this?]

Who else can do this at Camp Nou against Barcelona?

Real Madrid.

They were doing their best this season.

[Barcelona will be able to make a reversal, but it's no longer easy to predict. It's not strange that anyone wins. Everyone is burning.]

[If you upset everyone's expectations and Real Madrid scored extra points, you could have a tie with Barcelona. Madrid is thinner than Barcelona, ​​so there is no better news.]

[That's right. This season, Real Madrid's player base is in fact regarded as older and thinner than ever. Barcelona, ​​on the other hand, is young and thick. Later in the league, Madrid is disadvantaged.]

[Shuster must be greedy.]

Schuster sweated his hand.

Of course, I came to get three points in the game to get one point.

'One step left.'

Late 80 minutes.

I came here hard.

Woo-young Woo was in the background.

It was not an exaggeration to say that he created the situation.

In the first half, Woo Ho Young suggested 3-5-2.

It was a tactic to protect the threebacks by eliminating Libero and using a defensive midfielder.

The vulnerable ball distribution and attack development were solved by using a veteran card called Zidane and a young card called Woo Ho Young.

It was a tactic that could be realized only if both personal ability and team discipline were supported.

'It's a genius idea.'

Wouldn't it be if Mozart played soccer?

Indeed, the tactics have defeated Barcelona.

There would have been no perfect tactics than that.

And when the left and right wingbacks fell, they pulled out a kick and rush that Manchester United showed off a few years ago.

Tactics based on Left Giggs G. Beckham and Van Nistelrooy succeeded in reproducing at Camp Nou.

As a result, it achieved a great achievement of three to three.

However.

'One more thing left.'

Preparation was not the end there.

Schuster raised his left hand and banged it counterclockwise.

At that signal, the players of Madrid ran.

It was the last spurt to burn the soul.

[Real Madrid, who had been to Barcelona in the first half, is now burning all the stamina he has stored under heavy pressure.]

[Amazing sight. If Barcelona is serious about pressure and decompression in the midfield, Real is putting pressure and decompression on the defensive side. In addition, Woo-Young is coming down to the second line for counterattack and back fight. The basic tactics for both sides are the same, but the way they play the game is different.]

Real Madrid struggled to block Barcelona's passing path with strong forward pressure.

It was a very heavy tactic, but the remaining 10 minutes were possible.

Lastly, Van Nistelrooy was added to the team with the help of the Higuain.

The troubled Barcelona also used the last replacement card to get out of pressure.

[Henri goes out and Keita comes in.]

[It means to revitalize the midfield and revive the Tiki Taka-style movement again. It is likely that Barcelona will be the last offensive.]

Late 85 minutes.

The match went to the end, but the stadium became overheated.

"Puta Madrite!"

"Let's sweep the garbage from Madrid!"

The voice of high-level criticism came from the supporters seats.

But that alone couldn't shake Real Madrid.

Angered supporters became more and more radical, and eventually Satan arose.

The hero was Ho Young.

Took.

"What is it?"

Something flying out of the stands was exactly the shoulder of Ho-young.

'··· lighter?'

Lighter terror followed by stone terror.

It was psychologically shrunk because of the quarrying incident, and as I went through this humiliation, mental started to shake.

I tried to focus on the game pretending to be casual, but I was worried about the audience.

Still, I had to withstand it.

'Five minutes yet. Let's wake up. '

Tang.

It was at that time to beat your heart and grab the mental.

"Are you okay? Are you injured? "

"Oh, Zizou. Yes it is fine. "

In the midst of walking hard to come to this place was worried Zidan.

"Good thing. And coped well. It's ours that we lose to fighting the crowd. And keep in mind. The only thing that can give joy and sadness to the crowd is the outcome of the game. No stone, no lighter, nothing can change the outcome. But we can. We're the ones who make the results. I can't do it now. "

"I'm the one who produces the results."

"It's just five minutes. We can win. "

Zidane left the spot after roughly touching the palm.

Ho Young bite again.

5 minutes extra time.

As both teams worked hard, the flow of the game grew steep.

In particular, when Xabi and Iniesta catch the ball, the players around them put together a lot of pressure.

Preventing them from playing what they wanted was the only shortcut to winning points.

"I'm almost there! Cheer up! From now on, Verti wins! "

"can do. It only lasts 5 minutes. It's not over yet. Hold on tight. "

Raul's voice bursts from the bench.

Zidane's voice filled the camp in Madrid.

Late in the end.

The time was coming when Barcelona was getting stronger, so no tension had to be released for a moment.

The real crisis was now.

[Barcelona increases its share by 74%. Xabi and Iniesta hold the attack lead in the midfield.]

[On the other hand, Real Madrid players have been out of fitness for a long time. This is the time to be most careful. If a person is hard, the mental will be shaken, and if the mental is shaken, he will make a mistake. If you're not a Real Madrid player with a lot of yellow cards, you should be careful.]

Literally in the commentary.

Real Madrid seemed to be in jeopardy of what would happen right now.

Tired defenders were in a hurry to stop a mesh.

[91 minutes later, Lionel Messi tries to break through from the side again.]

[This time, Ramos is attached. Both look exhausted, but it's Lionel Messi who took out the weapon first! Messi hits the ball and runs!]

[Lionel Messi digs into an instant dribble box!]

Counterpoint.

On the other side of the box, Iniesta stood as a no-mark chance, while Eto's was trying to penetrate quickly in the center.

Furthermore, the shooting angle is open.

In this total crisis, Ramos cried out.

'A rat like that!'

And just before Messi put his foot inside the box.

Pak!

"윽!"

Beep-

Messi, who fell to the floor, grabbed his knee and struggled with pain.

Ramos came back from behind rough tackle.

But the problem didn't end there.

Whether it was an accident or an accident, Ramos woke up and stepped on Messi's little finger.

The referee, who ran straight away, naturally took a card.

It was a red card.

[The referee orders the exit. Ramos protests but there is no room for change.]

[It's a matter of course. It was a dangerous back tackles that could lead to serious injuries.]

Nevertheless, when Ramos protested wildly, Zidane nearby rushed and sent him off the pitch.

This became a fight of 10 to 11.

But the score was still three to three.

Instead of keeping a run, he lost a player.

In other words, it was the spirit of the killing saint (殺身成仁).

[Which Ramos choice would be a good decision depends on the result of this free kick.]

[Xabi and Messi ready to take the free kick. It is unclear who will be the kicker.]

[Usually in this position, there is usually a direct inside kick by Xabi or Messi ...]

[Oh, the moment you said!]

Xavi kicked the ball without surprise.

The shot was aimed at the upper right.

More surprising, however, was Casillas' defense that prevented it again.

Fuzzy!

[San Iker, too! Casillas is another amazing saver!]

[I'm surprised that doesn't make sense. If someone doesn't achieve the hat trick, it won't seem strange at all if Casillas is chosen as the MOM.]

Dazzling activity.

Moreover, his work did not end there.

[The ball quickly thrown by Casillas falls into Diara's feet.]

[Dara looks at Zidane.]

[At the same time, there are strong pressures from Xabi and Iniesta!]

[Zidane keeps the ball safe and returns to Woo-young again!]

The goalkeeper's share is over.

Now it's up to the players.

Ho-young, who caught the ball, cried out.

Ho-yeong's call to move on changed the atmosphere.

At the same time, the long pass extends to the forefront.

[Gonzalo Higuain receives the ball with her breast. Give the ball to Robben on the left.]

Last chance.

Madrid's counterattack was rough and fast, as the torrent drove it.

Ho-young, who ran like a glimpse, received Robben's pass.

Busquets approached immediately before that.

Reunited in about eight months, he had grown beyond his imagination.

But it was Ho-young who grew more than that.

He pressed the psychology of Busquets only with his eyes, and began to move forward with his legs.

Once, twice, three times.

Busquets' eyes turned to the ensuing waddle.

And four times, five times, six times.

Ho Young's footwork stopped when Busquets's legs were wide open.

Flick.

"this!"

The seventh is not a haystack.

Ho Young, who pulled the ball through the legs, took a shooting motion as soon as the shooting angle was open.

At that moment, Gerard Piqué, who was standing next to him, flew and blocked the angle completely.

But shooting did not continue.

[Woo-young folding his shooting motion! Shooting paint perfectly tricks piqué!]

[While doing that, I turn to the right!]

Ho Young turned to the right and calmly hit the ball with an inside kick.

Just before the end of the match, the land ball shooting of the conversion aimed at reversal.

It happened shortly after it cut through the grass and into the goal.

Cheongung!

It was a wedge-shaped reverse hotpot.

And the game ended there.