Mid first half.

'If it came out like this ······.'

Juan Roman, who had been dragged down to nothing, had to find a solution.

It was a game that must be unconditional.

Win or draw, because Celta Vigo had to win points in this game, so it was worth trying.

Promotion tickets for the 07/08 season will be awarded directly to 1-3th place without a separate playoff.

I had to be in third place unconditionally, but given the current league situation, Celta Vigo had plenty of potential.

Even if it was a draw, even a draw had to bring one point.

Juan's troubled head turned away.

It was not an easy fight.

At first, I ate one at the psychological warfare, but I thought it would be an easy game.

But when I opened the lid, I didn't want it.

It was his operation to put 2 points after 3 points. Even 25 minutes passed, the score was still a news.

It was hard to believe as much as I prepared for the game today.

Not surprisingly, Celta Vigo's attack was enough to beat Castile's defense.

The 30-year-old Javi Guerrero and Bulgarian express striker Vladimir Manchev were the top of the line in the league.

And Diego Costa, who leased from Atletico Madrid, was a promising prospect, but was marching through highs this season.

But today the attack did not work.

Does your opponent defend well?

It wasn't again.

'It's not a player problem.'

Juan thinks it was a tactical problem.

Modern football is like an occupational occupation, because how important it is to occupy it depends on the battle.

And Celta Vigo is now deprived of important positions.

Right between the sides and the center.

Most of the scoring chances came from.

Easy to tell strategically.

At any time, you could go to the center, or you could step back and run to the side.

The area was now dominated by Castilla with a two-top woo-young-kayehon.

Particularly, the athlete who is busy at the first line and manages the space constantly.

'우호영.'

Again Woo Young.

His position was a simple striker, but he was in fact enormous.

I thought it was a simple goalkeeper, it was just a smoke screening.

'I put a dual device on this.'

Woo-young and Cajehon narrow the gap, dominate the area, and both pullbacks back it up.

That's the tactic Castile came up with.

It was a tactical color that appeared both practical and tactical.

'This is not Mandy's style. Who did you get inspired from? '

Mandiya, remembering Juan Roman, was not so tactically understanding.

However, it was not much that he had high intelligence about soccer or his talent for soccer.

His strengths were football sense and accepting attitude.

Occasionally, there are some directors who are immersed in their own philosophy of football and don't listen to others.

At the time he was a tactical coach at Hovenil, he actively reflected the opinion of the team captain.

It was because of Mandiya's educational philosophy that footballers were as important to brain growth as technical.

So Juan couldn't understand it.

Its only advantage is how he came up with such anomalous tactics.

'Hmm···. I think you have a good tactical coach. '

Iii.

Juan thought so and turned to the field.

Castilla's players seemed to be playing machine-like football and gathering Silly.

Juan thought.

'You have to let go. Even if the midfield is shaken a little, I interrupt the fight. '

To get one, you have to throw it away.

So I set the fire back.

Juan twisted his wrist with his left hand pointing at the number three.

Then the movement of the players began to change one by one.

Diego Costa, especially located in the central striker.

His move was not unusual.

It was a sign of a muddy fight.

[Celta Note changes the 4-3-3 formation. Wing forward concentrated in the center, conversely the midfield widened the gap.]

Javier Guerrero and Vladimir Mancheb narrowed the gap, putting the power in the center.

It was a move to retake the occupation.

[I will not leave the fight like this. It means to attack on all sides.]

[But would you leave a gap in the middle ground? If midfielder Jorge Larena couldn't cover the left and right sides, there would be an irreversible hole.]

[Yes, but it still seems possible enough. Larena, you have good physical strength and you look good. If you do this, you can reverse the flow.]

Jorge Larena.

The 25-year-old was the owner of steel-like stamina in the midfield of Celta Vigo.

He covered the midfield with his outstanding activity, bringing Celta Vigo's tactics to life.

And it was spared by the move of Diego Costa.

Fuzzy!

In the middle, Costa struggled to squeeze Castilla's central defenders as bulldozers.

At 188 centimeters, Matteos and Sergio had no choice but to suffer.

Costa wasn't as good as Brazilian, but he wasn't very good at it.

There's an assessment that you're enjoying fighting opponents.

Not surprisingly, he was enjoying this moment.

He was laughing while bleeding like hydrogen in the bullring.

This is because he wanted to play soccer.

The winner was Costa after all.

Costa preoccupied major regions against Matteos and Sergio, and began to take advantage of it.

Juan Roman's ruling went on.

And it soon asked for the result.

Costa momentarily dug into the back space to create a one-on-one chance.

The situation is similar to Woo Ho-young's scoring scene.

Goalkeeper Adan struggled but Costa's goal-determination was excellent.

Cheongung!

After defeating the defensive, Costa scored a roar like a lion.

"Yebabs!"

Celta's losing 2 to 1 remarks wasn't something to say, but Costa was terrified.

Indeed it was a manly money.

Later, he looked weird and mocked Matteos and Sergio.

"Is your lips dry? You'd better be nervous. It's a start now. "

Ugh, I went to the half line with a wild laugh.

There was no separate back.

Yes.

Diego Costa was crazy at first.

Born with a mad temperament, he was a trained athlete.

The temperament is not yet in full bloom, but as the strength of the fortification amplified, the intensity was getting worse.

I wasn't hearing the word crap and garbage on the ground later.

But that wasn't the only drawback.

No, it was a lot more players.

It was an excellent attack resource for our allies.

Sometimes he was troubled, but he was certain about his skills and potential.

It was also the owner of tremendous genius.

Only three years since I learned football properly, I could see it.

And indeed, as evidenced, Costa struck additional goals in succession.

Diego Costa! Scoring again with space invasion! As expected, the showdown of the window unfolds as expected! Maybe it's the most fun game of the week.]

[The water went up properly for both teams. This puts Diego Costa in the 18th goal of the season, giving him a foothold in third place.]

Juan's opposition operation worked well.

At the end of the first half.

Central midfielder Jorge Larena's stalemate came to a dangerous moment, but Pinto's fantastic save allowed him to escape the crisis.

The first half ended in a two-to-two draw.

After about 15 minutes half time.

The second half also flowed in a similar fashion.

What's different about the first half, however, is that the match was loosened as the midfielders lost strength.

Neither would they be Makelele or Gattuso.

In addition, it was a second part, not a first part.

It was impossible to completely digest this tactic for 90 minutes.

Eventually, the brilliant game began to slow down as the speed dropped.

It grew over time, and by mid-term Ho Young came down to the attacking midfielder and began to refine the game.

It was then that the momentum of the Celta vignette began to decline.

"Shit."

With a 4-6 share, Diego Costa screamed.

"Hey! Larena! Don't crawl and run! I'm going to lose it like this! "

Costa was passionate enough to be believed.

A desire to win.

He never wanted to lose.

'I can't support that kid.'

His pride did not allow.

It was not like racism.

Woo-young, Bojan or even Messi.

Who it was wasn't up to Costa.

Costa was born to win.

There was no defeat in his dictionary.

Even if the team lost, you had to win.

"Foo."

The youngest member of the team, Costa, breathed out his breath and burned the game.

'Do your best.'

It was not long after that.

Beep!

Referee Mario! Run and warn Diego Costa!]

[It's appropriate. No matter how you say home games, you should give a yellow card enough. I hit my chest with my elbows. It wasn't strange even if I gave him a red card.]

"Maybe Mario judged it wasn't intentional."

Late 31 minutes.

When Castilla's Tebar tried to distribute the forward pass, Diego Costa, who came down to check for the midfield, beat him with his elbow.

It happened during the ball fight, but I was not sure that there was no intentionality at all.

So Mario referee handed out a yellow card.

As a result, Castilla got a free kick 35 meters from the goal.

Kicker is right.

[Ah, Castilla replaces the player while the game is suspended. The left midfielder Gorka is missing, replacing the spot.

The player on the pitch was an blond-looking boy.

But it's about the same size as Costa.

Soon after his name came up on the billboard.

[IN 17. Marcos Alonso]

Uniform number 17.

Marcos Alonso is 17 years old.

Today was his second leg debut.

He had already played professionally in the fourth division with Real Madrid C, but playing in the second division had a different feeling.

[Juan's daring choice. It will be a very meaningful day for Marcos.]

[That's right. After all, Juan put Marcos in for free kick kickers. Marcos made two assists in the fourth division last month. In a corner situation.]

Marcos Alonso.

His left foot kick was at the top of the league even though he was in the second division right now.

That's why he just stepped into the free kick kicker.

[But I'm nervous.]

[Somehow. Both shoulders will be heavy. I have no choice but to encourage my fellow seniors.]

Marcos took on a big assignment at the same time as his league debut, breathing in both hands.

It wasn't so cold, but his hands were burning hot.

Seeing that, Ho-young ran and talked.

"Marcos!"

"Hoyoung."

"The opposite goalpost that you ordered, it would be better to wind it outwards. Celta Vigo, they're completely stuck with Kayehorn. They're so tall that it's a problem. "

"Give me in the middle?"

"You have to be as open as possible. I'm going to be a bait with both Miguel and me. "

"Okay."

Marcos nodded his stiff face, and Hoyoung took off his gloves and handed them over to Marcos.

"Did you not play today? I always have to prepare. "

"Thank you, Hoyoung."

"Be confident. You always succeeded in practice. It doesn't matter if you miss the track. For the rest of the time, I'll have a reversed hotpot somehow. Don't be burdened. "

"Huh. Thank you."

Marcos nodded slightly and shook his right eye.

He then stepped onto the footsteps to prepare for the kick, while Ho Young settled near the penalty area.

Right there, Diego Costa came up with a rough impression.

The game was at its peak.