The company's name is Pep Guardiola.

A native of Catalonia, he was a former football player, one of Barcelona's legends.

Shortly after his retirement, he was appointed manager of the Barcelona B team, where he has managed to improve his career as a manager with two wins and two draws in his last four games.

The reason I came to Anoeta Stadium today was because of the league match against Castilla in December.

Still three months away, Guardiola had planned to watch all of Castilla's matches for himself as time allowed.

Because it was an important game.

'You must win.'

Guardiola didn't care so much about Castilla to win the league.

That's right.

'President La Porta.'

Barcelona's chairman La Porta was on the verge of falling into a vase.

The first group who built the Fantastic Four was hardly struggling, and Castilla's Woo Young was dazzling by public opinion.

Laporta was fainting when he played media in Real Madrid.

It was natural to find alcohol every night.

Limit.

I had to turn off the urgent fire first.

So the card is Barcelona B team.

If they beat Castile, and if they catch Woo-young's ankles, they will be able to subdue the public sentiment of Barcelona and Socios a bit.

'This is an opportunity.'

Successive bad news.

But overcoming the crisis might have been a huge reward.

'If you catch Castile ···.'

And if Reich's first-team manager was hard, then the next team's baton was likely to be caught by him.

So I focused my whole mind on Castilian war.

It was more important to win Castilla than to win 10 other teams.

Guardiola's eyes turned to the middle of the field.

Woo-young makes Real Sociedad crazy with constant movement.

Staring with sharp eyes, he looked for a solution to deal with him.

The first half was dynamic.

The two teams, given the title Real by Alfonso XIII, played a blood-fighting game as if they were fighting over the crown.

However, as time passed, Castilla was pushed a little.

No matter how prestigious Real Madrid, the reserve team had its limits.

The thinner athletes made a big difference in their experience, even if they were second.

Real Sociedad, who is in second-quarter league right now, they were the best of Basque country.

There is a precedent of losing two consecutive league games.

Furthermore, he was second in the league with Xabi Alonso in the 02-03 season.

This missing tiger should never be seen as a slumber.

Fifteen minutes ago, Kovacevich, humiliated by Ho Young at the same time as the kick-off, regained his confidence and boasted his skills.

Indeed, with the skill of veteran, Castilla garrison made a mugwort field.

[Real Sociedad came out with a 3-4-3 formation. The midfield is slightly down. It's actually a six bag.]

[Did you mean to focus on the defense?]

[right. Do you have any weaknesses in the midfield and side of the 3-4-3 formation? But Coleman put a good player in midfield. They're going to offset their weaknesses with forward pressure and take advantage of the numerical advantage in all areas of the field. Ultimately, the intention is to shake Castilla's backspace in one long pass. because? Kovacice Beach has a great deal. Indeed, it's a British-like tactic.]

[You've got England in the tactics?]

[That's right. It's a game.]

2007.

Spanish football tended to kill space and show short-pass play.

A style that uses a narrower pitch to narrow the gap between players.

Sometimes, keep the defense lines very tight, like a flock of flocking sheep.

That's why players with great dribbling and personal skills are getting the spotlight in Spain.

As a result, there are frequent personalities and beautiful pass-oriented play that some say are the most soccer.

Now, what's important here is that Coleman melted British style there.

In other words, speed and powerful attack force is put in the tactics.

In fact, Sociedad was seeing the effects of the tactics.

Castilla's young players were pushed back, and soon the first and third lines were on the way to Sociedad.

The remaining one is two wires.

'That's a headache.'

Coleman's eyes turned to Sociedad's camp.

Castilla second line.

Woo-Young was overcoming the numerical deficit with excellent positioning and line tuning.

"Hmm."

It was not easy to believe.

Because controlling a section was not just a matter of skill.

'Presence.'

right.

It is Woo Woo-young's presence to shoot two narrow spaces.

It was due to the weight felt.

'It's frustrating.'

Not a joke, this was real.

You don't learn from anyone, but you have to be born.

It can never be achieved by hard work.

Aura.

Coleman only felt it.

There is a huge rock in the middle of the second line.

'It's a heavy feeling where I felt a lot.'

Coleman, who has been in his five-year leadership career this year, was certainly a defender who had played for EPL before.

It's like a heavy, solid aura like Chelsea's Desai.

I wondered if Desai's childhood was like that.

'As it's holding up so tightly, a section is taken over.'

Can I really be born for football?

The natural talent was very admirable.

'What kind of guys are there? ··.'

During the game, the manager's admiration for the opposing player takes place more than he expected.

But rarely does it happen because it's too far away.

Now that was the situation.

'this.'

At first glance, the flow of the game became a mess.

[The flow between the defender and midfielder is breaking. It's because of Woo-young Woo who is busy moving in between. It seems like the Sociedad's attack, which must be powerful, is not concentrated and is scattered everywhere.]

[Colman's tactic is rather poisonous. Now that's all there is no answer but a direct pass. Or have you drastically abandoned the British style from now on?]

Coleman forced the midfield as he was forced to attack.

There was no way for a team to say that it was advantageous.

The game was unprecedented.

Ruffled.

Tug-of-war without concessions continued throughout the first half.

The balance was broken 41 minutes before the end of the first half.

The hero was Castilla.

"You're coming! Close the gap! "

Mikel Aranburu, who is in charge of the Sociedad's third line, broke down.

This is because Ho Young's play was changing terribly.

Indeed, Aranburu, with a keen eye and excellent observation, grasped the situation in a short time.

'It's a chance making using foot technique.'

Woo-young dragged the ball in a narrow area, mocking Sociedad midfielders.

The inner movement was clearly visible.

'Suddenly changing the play style is obvious.'

The intention is to get a chance and make a chance just before the end of the first half.

Aranburu was sure to see.

'Let's be careful. His footing is one of the best in the Second Division. '

Even if Asians were ignored, Woo was never ignored.

Ho-young was already a player who proved his skills by record, so he knew well that he couldn't grind or eat.

Aranburu focused.

'You can't walk. It's a guy who enjoys opening a shooting angle instantly and hitting a medium-range shot. Focus, concentrate. '

Another brain wave is different, but something is different.

Physically lacking for the defensive midfielder, Aranburu had a sensational football sense.

Then he approached Woo Ho Young to block the left and right shot angles.

Of course it was a good idea.

If you take the usual way of thinking.

However.

As if to ridicule the idea, Ho Young did not stop the movement.

Proved by action.

That's an obvious miscalculation.

"켁."

Brilliant footwork spreads right in front of your nose.

Ho Young seduced Aranburu by moving the upper body and legs as if to perform a stunt.

A personality that can hardly be followed by eyes.

It was so deceptive that I could not help it.

In that short moment, Aranburu instinctively put his foot in the way of beauty.

I thought it was the perfect tackle timing.

'This is a breakthrough!'

Is delusional.

It was actually a fake.

Fake Leg Fake.

Tuk, tuk.

At the timing of the foot, Ho Young pulled the ball backwards and at the same time opened the opposite angle.

It was art.

The skill of handling the ball was very sophisticated with flexible movements with a sense of rhythm.

Even if Neymar, who came two years ago, would be able to teach you a number.

Aranburu rushed away in a hurry, but the situation was late.

The shooting sound has already rang in the air.

Cuckoo!

The ball, which left Woo Ho-young's foot, flew into the goal.

Aranburu's chest fell momentarily.

In the short run, all he could do was believe in the goalkeeper and pray.

And whether the prayer was indeed, the color of Aranburu suddenly turned.

A heavy shot was blocked by the goalkeeper punching.

But it's been a while.

The complexion hardened and soon it was covered with amazement.

"Huh."

Bad luck too.

Is the second ball stuck in the punching drop at the back of Hoyoung?

Nearby defenders ran and stopped the bus, but the bus had already left.

Tuk and Hoyoung succinctly trapped, and this time they beat a strong shot.

Chew!

The ball hit exactly the instep was sucked into the right corner of the goal.

Just look at the shot was a shot inside.

Will players who see it directly in the stadium die?

It was so cool that I couldn't exhaust it without screaming.

"Woah uh uh uh!"

The roar came out of the expedition in the west.

How long have you been waiting for?

It was also a score that was raised just before the end of the first half.

Castilla supporters rose from their seats and shouted Ho-young's name.

"Wo Woo!"

"Wo Wo Woo !!"

The group celebrated the score, cheering Ho Young's name as if he were favored by a monkey.

Now it was only the first half, but it was almost like a win.

"¡Vamos, Castilla!"

Ho Young, who scored the first goal, was able to finish the first half with fans' praise.

Aranburu's face, on the other hand, was rotten.

'What's wrong? I think I've coped properly. '

Whoever saw Aranburu coping was good.

However, if he was defeated, he did not consider the unusual play of Ho Young.

In the end, the home team had to finish the first half with the first goal scored.

The swear word poured out from the stands.

"That idiots."

"Can't you win a reserve team and get embarrassed!"

Supporters of Real Sociedad.

If it was like last year, I would have encouraged the players with encouragement, but I was in a bad mood because the team was relegated to the Second Division.

It was natural that fans were furious.

In the end, Kovacevich and Aranburu, who hadn't played anything, had to go back to the locker room.

Soon after, a nasty swear word came out of the home team locker room.