"Huh."

Juan Ramon's eyelids fluttered.

At first I wanted to see if it was wrong.

But Woo-young was threatening at the forefront.

Seeing again, the eyes were in doubt.

Woo Young's Placement.

Of course, I thought it would come out as an attacking midfielder, but when I peeled it, it came out the wrong thing.

'damn.'

Juan Ramon was, in fact, carrying out tactics to target Roh Hoi today.

The interview was just a smoke screening.

He blatantly said he didn't care about Woo-young's playmaking, but it was really the opposite.

I don't know how much time and effort I've made to counteract his playmaking.

Although it was not easy, he succeeded in preparing his own way of minimizing the mistakes.

But this is what.

'Ulsil.'

The starting formation was an attacking midfielder, but he was actually the central striker.

For Juan, I felt like I was hit by the back of the head.

This situation was completely ruled out, but it actually happened.

'Who Woo-young played as an attacking midfielder all season?'

It was no different from Real Madrid suddenly placing Zidane on the striker.

As soon as possible.

Juan Ramon, who had a bright face, bites his lower lip.

'Manda, it beats my back like this.'

It's been six years since the two directors have been together in Real Madrid.

I thought I knew each other so much, but it seemed like it was my own mistake.

[This is actually a two-top view. Woo Young-young on the left and Jose Cajehon on the right are at narrow intervals. But Cayenne is playing the role of falling down. How do you think the position has changed with Woo Ho Young?]

[I twisted the tactics completely. By now, maybe Juan Roman's head twisted. Tactics aren't rock-paper-scissors fights, but these surprise strategies can put psychological pressure on your opponents.]

As stated, Celta Vigo's defense was psychologically diminished.

I was looking for milestones and looking for a destination, and as soon as the milestones disappeared, I was urgent to overcome the crisis without losing my sight.

Juan Roman urgently insisted on ordering countermeasures, but nothing more than a temporary measure.

[Adan's goal kick goes into the center. I saw Woo Ho Young.]

[This time Woo Ho-young wins the ball. Not only the foot skills, but also the right players. Maybe it's a tactical operation aimed at that point.]

Mandya's tactics were slowly revealing their true color.

First, he drove the ball to the center with a goal kick, and took the lead in the midfield based on Woo Ho Young's right to give.

In the meantime, Cayenne and Ho Young kept their opponents in the middle as closely as possible.

As a result, the widened left and right sides filled the voids with full backs.

A 4-4-1-1 alignment was the formation of choice for 3-5-2.

[I remember the formation used by Argentina in Maradona more than 20 years ago.]

[You mean the tactics that won Argentina in the World Cup?]

[It was a tactic with romance. These days, they're not used well because of the isolation of the defensive midfielder. It's a tactic very faithful to modern football. And Devar is doing a good job.]

Mainly defending midfielder Debar (Tebar), Castilla midzine was tightly pressing the center of Celta Vigo.

"Miquel! Come inside a bit more! "

Yelled Tebar, who was tuning the airborne.

Woo Woo-young and Kayehon had a fierce war in the first line, forcing the space on the side.

Castilla had to take advantage of this opportunity.

Percussion.

Miguel Torres, who received Thevar's pass, made a drastic overlap.

He was no longer full back.

It was nothing but a right winger helping Woo Ho-young and Kay Yehon.

"Left left!"

Celta Vigo's defense was embarrassed by the flexible tactics.

It was then.

"Ooh!"

Miguel stopped as he tried to break along the right side and stopped.

This is because Ho-young's movement to try to break the line has been noticed.

It was then that the ball left Miguel's foot.

Slick.

Pass that breaks through the earth.

Ho Young knocked off the offside trap and knocked out the back of the defender.

What happened immediately after that was a long dribble.

Perak!

It seems to be 2 meters long.

Ho Young sprinted the ball.

It was a hurricane-driven scene.

Pablo Contreras, who was in charge of the campaign, immediately caught up, but he was no match for speed competition.

He instinctively pulled Hoyoung's uniform if he didn't want to.

If you stop the speed in the meantime could be stuck between colleagues.

By the way.

'What is this?'

The impression of Contrares was crushed.

Normally, if you have done this, you should lose your balance and slow down your dribbling.

But Ho-young was abnormal.

What is this hard and agile thing?

Ho-young was holding up like a bitch.

As if to fall backwards, it was breathtaking and eventually freed from Contrares' check.

When the restraint was released, Ho Young ran toward the goal as a hound released from the collar.

About 14 meters to the destination.

A 31-year-old veteran goalkeeper sticks out a few seconds ago.

Jose Manuel Pinto jumped over.

It was a great response to the level of veteran goalkeeper.

If you're an ordinary second division league striker, you've got enough blockage.

But there was a variable.

Genius.

The unprecedented genius of Ho Young was demonstrated.

Yum, Wick.

"···!"

It all happened so pinto didn't even respond.

In a blink of an eye, Ho-young was out of the ghostly dribble Pinto's realm.

Phantom dribble.

In that short moment, Ho Young showed no reason for showing it.

Just instinct.

Because you knew that you can move to score goals.

As I knew from birth, I just acted on what I thought was right.

That was the right answer.

'Pierced.'

Wide open space.

Hoeyoung's eyes flashed.

There was nothing blocking the sunlight from the front.

Both ears are open.

The enthusiastic shout of the expeditionary fan digs into the ear canal.

And then.

Ho Young's action was a right foot inside kick.

Shortly after, the squirrel net heated Hyo-young's chest hot.

"Hooh!"

The score is broken 11 minutes in the first half.

It was time to announce the start of the goal feast.

5 minutes later.

By the time the shouts of the Real Supporters subsided, heated cheers came out again.

[Oh, Woo Young! Digging in the back space again! I'm running as if I've been waiting for this day!]

[As the goal getter gets a lot of checks, there is a high risk of injury, but sometimes it looks good to show these surprise tactics.]

I've been running ever since.

So too, Ho Young has been playing tightly under her control over the last 27 games, with mentality and technical rather than physical.

As a result, Ho-young's body has secretly wanted this day.

It seemed to beg that both legs wanted to run.

That was not out of control.

Six years ago, it wasn't the same as it was when Douglas Costa's fast bridges were coveted.

Now he has made great strides in making it entirely his own and growing it into a faster bridge.

And with full control, they can fully utilize their talents.

Ho-young has been realizing it since he became a soccer phenomena of the first ever.

I feel like I've broken the invisible wall.

It seemed as if the limits were open.

That's why Ho Young ran like crazy today.

Temperance and runaway.

In the meantime, tightrope while exploding the talent that has accumulated until now.

It was then.

"number!"

A call from Cayehon was heard about 5 meters away.

The right wing, consisting of Devar-Miquel-Cayehon, gave Ho Young a chance to score.

Again this was a kill pass that pierced the backspace.

This was followed by Kill-run.

Ran.

[Ah! Pierced! In just eight minutes, the back of the Celta Vigo opens again!]

[Woo, woo, woo, woowoo!

Confrontation with the goalkeeper again directed.

The body, heated by the stormy race, was in a state of extreme excitement, but Hoyoung's face was infinitely calm.

composure.

Is there another word that suits him?

Ho-young calmly took a shooting position.

Took.

It was a ground ball shooting that stretched lightly and quickly to the right corner.

Veteran Keeper Pinto did not miss that moment.

The animal flew to the left with the same reaction speed and reached out.

widely!

My senses passed by at my fingertips.

I was convinced that it was blocked.

However.

[Go oh oh oh! It's in the hands of Pinto, but the ball is bent upwards!]

The ball deflected up was sucked into the goal.

Ho Young, who scored two goals, ran madly at the supporters of Castilla in the left corner.

It was that moment.

[Amazing flagship (S-) ↑]

Upgrade of Lamborghini Shaggy Fast Legs (A + 3).

Finally, he succeeded in raising A directly to S.

Impressions have doubled.

[You can transfer the astounding focus (S-) to other talents. will you do it?]

'I never do.'

If you're going to hit and run, you'll only increase the ball speed and lose your usual speed.

It's a talent for the goodwill.

It was a talent I could not give up until I finished my career.

Pounding.

The heart glowed like a dance.

The excitement that had already peaked was about to push the limits.

Hoyoung, who became a madman at the speed, flew over the sky.

"Ooh oh oh oh!"

Supporters received a fervent reaction.

[Crazy. Is this really a young player's play?]

[I agree. Even an adult can only admire it. I think this moment is the best scene this season. I feel like I'm pierced.]

It was not frantic.

In the meantime, some Celta Vigo home fans were applauding rather than booing and admiring the play.

And Pinto looked at him in vain.

"Hey, Pinto!"

And a voice calling him at that end.

"Don't stop! Now is the beginning! "

It was Diego Costa who did evil with the face mentioned above.

For Costa, who had a unique desire to play, this situation was quite unfortunate.

On the other hand, however, his skills soared to the peak.

In fact, Celta Vigo was a strong team when losing.

It was thanks to Diego Costa with the game.

When the team was losing, he would appear as a savior and save the team from the crisis.

This was the moment.

"It must be fun."

As if this is the beginning, Costa stared at Ho-young.

Then he took a bite of turf with a football shoe stud and tasted it.

The real confrontation of those who were crazy about football was rising above the surface.