Half-time.

The players can actually sit in the locker room in about 10 minutes.

But that short 10 minutes is enough time to make a miracle.

As if the stimulant was administered, the pharma team often turns into a strong team and overturns the game.

The bishop is therefore responsible for taking advantage of that opportunity.

That is what the director does.

Guardiola, however, did not immediately enter the locker room.

Before that, I had to review the game with the coaches for five minutes before entering the player locker room.

He called the players with their saggy shoulders.

"We didn't even connect an easy pass and missed a chance that we should have finished. You guys are all at ease. Of course, I know that the opponent is not easy. But."

Guardiola stressed that part.

"I can forgive defeat, but I can't forgive laziness. We should always move more passionately than our opponents. If you really want to win, keep this in mind. And Boyan Krkich. "

"··· Yes."

The best prospect of all time, Bojan.

The position was a position, so there was no friction with Woo, but he could feel it.

45 minutes in the first half.

The fact that he was violently broken.

'Damn it.'

Bojan's face stained with thought.

If not, he was a boy with many mental defects.

I was afraid of what a tiger-like Guardiola would say.

He used to talk harsh words sometimes.

But Bojan's expectations missed.

Guardiola, who knew how to be angry, said calmly.

"Boyan. So close. You did not show your ability. "

"Ah···."

Bojan in the first half was like an eight-colored cage locked in a cage.

There are many things, but nothing was unfolded.

"Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize to me. I will give you another chance. Now everyone listen. We will raid our opponents with new strategies. "

Half time is over.

Busquets, who failed to do their job in the first half, was replaced and returned to the bench.

In its place, Thiago Alcantara, who is good at ball distribution and rear buildup, has entered the field.

In addition, tactical changes were noticeable.

[Bojan, who was in the right wing forward, was placed as a center striker. Did Barcelona finally pull out the weapons? I think it's the first time this season that I've used Bojan with a strong speed and side break as a center striker.]

[That's right. Guardiola has been a former manager, mainly forcing Bojan to second striker and wing forward. But in the second half of the day, he was the center striker. It's not as good as it sounds, so it's going to change.]

But what was curious was that instead of going to the first line, Bojan was centered on the 1.5th line between the defensive and defensive midfielders.

His position was attacker, but his actual role was close to an attacking midfielder.

It was Plan B brought by Tactical genius Guardiola.

And it made a big difference at one point.

Miguel Torres, a central defender, had to follow along to curb Bojan's movements, creating a massive backspace.

fault.

Alcantara stabbed a roving through pass without missing the gap.

Pedro's breakthrough in the left wing was followed.

Space penetration.

The back space of Castilla was pierced.

"Kiefer!"

Castilla goalkeeper Adan jumped out of Buryaburya's box and jumped.

That's it, Tak!

"Ah-oh!"

It was a dangerous situation, but fortunately it did not lead to scoring.

Alcantara's roving through pass was a bit long.

Pedro has a sad face but sticks out his thumb.

Although he did not succeed in scoring, he saw the possibility of leap.

Guardiola's game is going well. Lag in share, but the real attack flow is dominated by Barcelona.]

Guardiola was experimenting with tactics these days, but it was working well.

Everyone could know if you look at the embarrassing Castilla players face.

Mandiya's voice was rising.

If this was the case, it would have led to dangerous situations, so I had to take action.

But the problem didn't end there.

Guardiola was not satisfied with this and gave the players the task of switching.

Bojan in the center and Pedro on the left continue to change positions, distracting Castilian defense.

3 minutes later.

Miguel Torres had a hard time adjusting his defense.

The role of the fullbacks was very important because Gillen and Javier were not playing their part.

Charter station.

They could not stand the turbulence of the wave.

The same pattern of attack evolved over and over, and Bojan's talent began to shine from him.

After 10 minutes, he became more skilled and quickly made a definite chance.

That soon led to Barcelona's goal.

Rock!

Tactical operations centered on Bojan opened the door of Castilla.

[Barcelona, ​​too great. As soon as the second half begins, he reverses the flow and he's hitting the goal.]

[That's right. I think it was a big help to have Busquets out. I told Guardiola the lack of flexibility. Castilla needs to stay tuned.]

Ho-young's movements are busy.

'You have to stop it.'

Due to his tactical nature, Ho Young was not an active participant in the defense, but eventually went to midfield.

Not only Ho-young, but all attackers, including Gorka and Cajehon, lowered the line to join the defense.

"I'll cover you so far! Miguel! Cheer up! "

Ho Young's voice crossed the air.

It was just a word, but it was a great strength for Miguel.

If Ho-young moves more vigorously to cover the midfield, as a result, the third line and the defense can afford.

Miguel, who was in charge of the captain's responsibility, seemed to be breathing.

Indeed, when Ho-young joined the back fight, Castile's defense began to improve.

'If you block it, you win.'

Ho Young's eyes turned to the billboard.

Late 18 minutes.

It was a victory if you hold on for the next 30 minutes.

It was Ho-young who was already doing her best, but in addition, he worked hard and burned hard.

After the game, it may spread for several days due to overwork.

It did not matter though.

I wanted to win as much as today.

'Once you have to stop the mac from that guy.'

To prevent an enemy attack, you must interrupt your opponent's desired play.

The first is to stop the flow of the opponent.

Ho Young's feet headed to the middle ground.

Central midfielder Thiago Alcantara of Barcelona.

I pushed him back.

It was not long after that.

'What is this?'

A short time later, Alcantara's play contracted.

Alcantara, which is only 174 centimeters, could easily escape the pressure of goodwill.

'Is this guy tired?'

Being hidden on the offensive side, Roh's pressure is above average.

No matter how much he struck ball cutting and pass blocking talent, he was very active and hard enough to embarrass Alcantara.

Alcantara narrowed the brow.

"Don't go away?"

"Have you chartered here?"

Hoyoung did not lose.

Alcantha did not back down.

"Real guys like garbage. Your taste is very unique. I'll give you a contact later.

"Well. I have a good morality. If you look at the trash, you have to remove it. "

Rivalry of the past.

The two were just rubbish to each other.

It caused Ho Young to burn the game.

'The future world class is very talented but not enough for me.'

Barcelona B wasn't just about Bojan and Busquets.

Thiago Alcantara, Guy Ashley, Pedro and others.

All were talented players, but on condition they could not afford to care.

'Today is Bojan and Busquets first.'

The rest was aimed at the next away game.

"Where are you selling eyes!"

widely!

Soon a nerve war broke out between the two.

The nerve wars spread through the struggle, and the small alcanta had to step back.

'Tooth.'

I feel like I want to step on my feet, wear my elbows, or touch my nerves, but I didn't have the courage to do it.

'This is a dangerous guy.'

Alcantara reminded me of Sociedad's Kovacevich.

I didn't want to overdo it and overload it.

Alcantara, who didn't want to do it, showed off his organ, a brain fight.

I tried to occupy the space in advance by using the predictive power.

It was a very good attempt.

Only try.

However.

'crazy.'

It was slow one step.

Hoyoung was already occupying the main base where the ball came and went.

At first I thought it was a coincidence.

But after the same situation repeated, Alcantara sweared.

"Dog!"

He hit the back of Roh Young and shouted.

Then came the third time.

Oh, this is not just me.

It's a level difference.

'No, it's not that I can't do it. He's doing strangely well.'

Of course, it didn't look outward.

I didn't want to admit it as much as it died.

He was a member of Real Madrid and a member of Barcelona.

so that.

"Weak bitch!"

It was all about relieving stress with swear words.

I wanted to ask Ho-young if he had a bowl of medicine, but did he do the doping test before the game?

He comforted himself, but the flow of the game was already cut off.

Of course.

The waist is life for football.

Barcelona had lost its supply line.

It was not easy to produce results only when the supply line was blocked.

There are legendary players who make that possible, but Alcantara was a prospect just getting on track.

With the help of his fellow midfielders, he was freed from the roaming, but it led to the difficulty of attack development.

If you choose one, you have to give up the other.

The ball distribution to the first line was not connected smoothly.

In the meantime, Castilla has managed to keep him warm and has a stable defensive formation.

Later, Mandiya reinforced the defense by injecting German deity Christopher Schorch instead of Cajehon.

[32 minutes later, Castilla falls into a five-back with Center Back Schorr. It can be said to be a death sentence for Barcelona, ​​which is not even seized by the House of Commons.]

[That's right. The key is the health of Woo Woo-young, Angel Nieto and Gorka. In order to block the play of Bojan, you have to constantly press the midfield strongly.]

It was last.

The end of the fight that was long and long.

The result was at this moment.

Late 36 minutes.

It's time to die and breathe just by walking.

"9 minutes !!"

Ho Young's voice stretched out to the middle ground.

Miguel's cry is back.

"Hold it all the way !!"

Buttija.

The word spread like a song and began to play a piece of music.

And the twelfth player.

The supporters' strong cheers warmed the hearts of the players.

And Castilla endured.

That time like hell.

Beep

[The game ends! Real Madrid Castilla win a dramatic win 2 to 1!]

[great. Ahead of today's game, haven't many expected the team's prospects? But I wouldn't have predicted that it would end with Woo Young's victory. Bojan was an unmatched prospect.]

Soccer is a team game in the first place.

It is impossible to manage the entire pitch beyond 100 meters by yourself.

Unless it's Di Stefano.

But the team eventually comes from the individual.

Flying the plane is private, and fuel is the rest of the team.

Today's pilot played the role unfortunately, and the rest of the players burned their souls with good results.

Hoyoung, who was thrilled, sat down on the floor, breathing out.

I've played a lot of derby matches, but this is my first time ever.

It felt like a real war.

Fans were crazy like crazy, but for a while there was no tremor all over the body.

It was then.

"¡Buen trabajo."

It was Miguel who came with the words of hard work.

He had a hard sign hanging on his face, but he was captaining the players.

Ho Young shared a hug with him.

Even if he was promoted to the first team, he was likely to see for a long time.

That time.

'You don't need tactics.'

Although defeated in the game, Guardiola didn't seem outward.

When he saw himself slightly on the signboard, he had a very popular look that acknowledged the goodwill.

Perhaps today's game is a wealth that will make his future more brilliant.

However.

'으, that child.'

In fact he tasted to die.

It was clear that today's game would be the most painful day of managerial life.

His fingertips trembled as he was too busy.

'See you later.'

Guardiola grinned with a poisoned face.

I will not forget my humiliation even after I die.

Leaving Valdebebas with that idea in mind.