Ricardo Montolivo.

Impressed with blue eyes, he came to Beijing at the age of 23 for his skills.

He was good enough to play the lead in ACF Fiorentina, the Italian first division team.

However, the starting pitcher was unfeeling because he did not match the coach Kasiragi pursued.

But the opportunity came.

Opportunity to send Woo Young and gain the trust of the director.

Moreover, Cassiragi was the leading coach of the next national team, so if this opportunity was saved well, it would be very helpful to board the national team later.

That act will be the enemy of South Korea forever, but that was enough.

You can be a hero of your own country.

Free kick situation right now.

For Montolivo, he had to live unconditionally.

[Free kick of Ki Sung-ryong! Head towards the post outside the post!]

Woo Woo-young! Do you see Woo Young? Woo Young jump!]

Ho Young preoccupied the vantage point in advance and spurred the ground.

He tilted his head toward the flying ball.

But Montolivo, who had no intention of allowing Hoyoung's heading, was not looking at it.

Very short moment.

Almost simultaneously, Montolivo headed for Woo-young.

Without missing that moment, Franco's eyes turned to Montolivo.

As Montolivo had seen suspiciousness earlier, he was trying to observe Montolivo in case of a situation.

If the intention is to soak the opponent, the ball will instinctively clench in the heading ball competition, and the gaze will be directed at the opponent rather than the ball.

That is human instinct.

It was such that the referee Franco paid attention.

However.

Montolivo's gaze was only stuck in the ball, and his forearms and elbows were never used.

I tried to compete with the ball without using any fouls.

It was fair play.

However, Montolivo was not a good player and had to head Woo Woo-young.

Was defeated.

'You lost.'

Montolivo ended the race there.

I did nothing more.

Use your hands to knock it down, or hit your nose with your elbows.

No action was directed by Cassiragi.

Just defeat the defeat.

I just watched Woo Woo-young's header hit the net.

Aya!

"Ah!"

Ho Young spits out when the header hit the post and the goal is out.

Looking at him, Montolivo sighed.

It felt like a lot of pressure.

I couldn't play my part, but at least I protected my sport.

There was no romance, but there was conscience.

Just five minutes ago, I couldn't do anything to Ho Young who gave me first aid.

As a human, as a sportsman on the same field.

Woo Ho-young's heading shot hit the net, and the Chinese booed as if they were splashing cold water in the stands.

Some of them swear in Italy.

"Foolish Italian bastards. It's just a struggle against Korea. If it were China, I would have scored one more goal! "

"It's not kidding, but Dongfangzhou seems to be doing better than Giovinco? What are you doing with that little boy? I only pierce and why can't I score? "

Some spectators complained about the ace of their country against the ace of Italy.

If you look at the atmosphere, it was as if Italy had already lost.

But the game was still in full swing.

The first half is not over yet and the score is still one-on-one.

Italy did not give up.

Because two points of cars, three points of cars had enough power to overturn.

'Who Young is not there!'

Mr. Casiragi burst into himself.

Woo Young.

The influence of one person was quite significant.

One young boy encouraged Korean athletes with a positive energy, so Casiraghi was ready to return.

'Do you make the game upside down? Montolivo, this idiot. '

The head seemed to burst.

Even though he had a good chance several times after the free kick, he couldn't do it.

I didn't hesitate, and I didn't seem willing at all.

When the first half ended one-on-one, Casiragi went straight to the locker room and burst into pain.

bang!

He threw up an iron box containing various football equipment, pulled his tie and threw a gaze at Montolivo.

"He doesn't have a belly. Can't you do that? "

How angry he was, Casiragi fiercely criticized Montolivo in front of other players.

But Montolivo did not stand still.

"Are you a person? Woo-young helped me. Do you do that to him, is that what you do? "

"You look like a nerd. You're a bum who doesn't know anything about football. Do you think this is for young kids to play? This is professional sports. Wealth, honor and national pride are at stake! Never look at it. This is war. War!"

Casiraghi.

Contrary to his ugly appearance, he still had some ugliness in his career, but not so far.

It was after his supervision that his personality reached this point.

The Italian baton was that heavy.

If you win, it is natural, and since you have eaten from the ground, it was only a matter of time before your mind broke.

In particular, if they couldn't win this game, there were threats of murder by Italian polar fans.

It is inevitable to swear at any managerial position, but the stronger and more anticipated the team, the worse it was.

If it matters, it was Casillagi's rugged mentality.

So he had no place to retreat.

"Last chance. 10 minutes, just 10 minutes. The chance to make up for your mistake. The rest is also upright. If you don't go up to Joe 1, Brazil will be waiting for you. Ronaldinho, Ronaldinho, Ronaldo. If you have confidence in dealing with them, feel free to gut. opinion."

"Yes."

"Reorder the players."

"I will, so stay out."

"I'll leave it in the second half."

Casiraghi finally left the locker room.

Half time still remained, but their locker room was no longer a resting place.

The atmosphere was heavy enough to breathe.

Montolivo was in trouble again.

A little noticed Marquisio approached and said.

"Montolyvo."

"Huh."

"sweetly. This game is only 90 minutes but your life is still 90%. I hope you don't throw away the rest of your future to be a hero for 90 minutes. Everybody will think so. No one will blame you. "

It was touching advice.

And one more.

"Woo Woo-young will already be aware."

"What?"

"You are aiming for him. I feel it. "

Marquisio, famous for his quickness, was already feeling from before.

"That's how you did it when you were fighting with Woo. Woo-young kept you away from you to avoid injury. The same is true when you fall. I've been away from you all the time. When you get stuck, you put your legs on it to obscure the tackle angle, and when you fall, you get more distance away from the tackle angle. "

"Is that true? I couldn't feel it.

"You wouldn't have felt so much about tackle. But I stayed around you. I know how many times I see it. "

"Is the young guy so good at preventing injuries?"

"You've got the intensive mark in the Second Division, so you've trained it particularly well in Real Madrid. Woo Ho-young said that he was the second group ace. "

"Ah···."

Montolivo nodded as if now understood.

Disguise yourself in an accident and soak your opponent.

That's not to say that the mind, but I realized that it is possible to match the level with the opponent.

It feels like Wooyoung is standing on the top of her head.

Montolivo was creepy all over his body.

The second half begins.

Ho Young still played as an attacking midfielder and led the flow at the start of the game.

At the same time, Ho-young's eyes turned to Jungwon.

He constantly watched for Montolivo's actions catching up with him.

'You have to be careful until the end. I don't know when the tackle will come in. '

In fact, Ho Young was intuition.

The fact that Montolivo tried to tackle him intentionally.

If you do not notice the good luck, Ki Sung-ryong's vision of talent, so I've started to see more.

Moreover, the weak Montolivo suddenly struggled and could not notice.

Since then, Ho-young has been polite to him.

When you compete for the ball or receive a pass, you instinctively protected your body.

'Everyone told me to take care of myself.'

Recalling the valuable advice he had heard from Ronaldo and using the injuries he had learned from him, he had prevented Montolivo's tackle.

It was possible because Montolivo was a weak player.

If, for example, an insane player like Gattuso decided to run, he would have already broken his leg by now.

Montolivo, on the other hand, was just a young player in the first division.

Ho-young had plans to send him back to the station.

Like Kovacevich.

But now.

'Did you give up now?'

Montolivo no longer struggled.

I always had to be careful.

'It may be a trap to say sorry.'

At the time of the 2002 Korea-Japan World Cup, it was still chilly considering Kim Tae-young, whose nose was broken during the Italian match. Therefore, Italian players always had to be careful.

But then it was.

Beep!

When the ball was touched out, Montolivo was called off the pitch.

Late 11 minutes.

It was a replacement for Italy.

[Montolivo player is missing. Chigarini comes in for him. Casiragi's face is pretty bad. There is something that is not solved well.]

[I'm switching players at the same time. It means he will no longer hang on Woo Woo-young and concentrate on attacking. I'll have to stand firm for our players.]

Italy reduced defense and increased attack numbers.

It was the last weapon of the coach.

Onslaught.

I couldn't be satisfied with it.

But that visual.

Korea was not just sucking fingers.

Park Sung-ho replaced the player with a five-back defensive player, and all of the attackers including Woo Woo-young joined the defense and started to solidify.

It was a locking tactic.

In particular, Ho-young was in the center and actively assisted in the side defense, when there was a player who spit out.

If you meet Ho Young, Geobinco is infinitely small.

In fact, he was just fine in the first half.

I couldn't finish it, so every time I caught the ball, it showed a threat and showed good performance.

But things are completely different now.

The play was slowly dying in the co-defense between Woo-young and Mobile.

'You're ruined.'

Before the start of the competition, my head squeezed up and ready, but to no avail.

In front of his skills, resolution did not see a great effect.

"Ah ah ah!"

Giovinco shouted at his stuffy heart.

I wanted to run to Woo Ho-young right now.

This did not mean Korea was favorable.

Italy was still strong and took the lead until the end.

As time went by, the concentration became stronger and a bitter offensive went on.

[It's also Italian. It's powerful. Our players, don't let the tension go to the end.]

[That's right. Even if it's hard, you have to give it a little bit more. I could!]

[5 minutes, just 5 minutes left! Cameroon won the match between Cameroon and Honduras before. So we're almost in the quarterfinals!]

As he was exhausted, he lost strength, but so did Italian players.

And eventually.

Beep-

[The game ends! In Italy, one of the first candidates, Korea won a one-to-one draw and won one valuable victory point!]

[Yes ~ I'm proud. Our players, even if they draw in the next game against Honduras, will advance to the quarter-finals.]

The three-day game against Honduras, Honduras, will provide a foothold to advance to the top of the group.

It was a valuable victory, especially for Ho Young.

After four years, I found that talent.

[Currently the vessel of talent is full. Black Panther's bouncy muscle (22 days) is in the air.]

[Choose your talent to covet later in 22 days]

Piece Sculpture (A + 2)

Sophisticated and quick kicks (A + 2)

Threatening sliding tackle (A +)

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Hoyoung's choice was the former.

[Sculpture Beauty (A + 3) ↑]

'This is one step further to S.'

A little laugh came out.

Where are you going to look handsome but you don't like it?

Well then, there was an upcoming tooth.

"Marcicio?"

"It was a good experience. Can I change my uniform? "

Hump.

Ho-young took off his uniform at the end.

Marchisio reached out.

"Remaining game, good luck."

The two handsome players swapping uniforms were a refreshing scene just by watching.

Moreover, there was no end.

"Woo."

Montolivo.

He came silently and asked for a handshake.

Though she did not shed tears, her face was already sad and sorry.

Ho-young, who felt it slightly, hugged him instead of shaking hands.

I didn't know that he would cure him trying to punish him, but it was ironic.

Toktok.

After the hug, shaking hands, Montolivo said.

"The match was empty but we lost. And once again, thank you. "

Since English was a short Montolivo, I couldn't speak long and made a conversation there.

Charle-

The two returned to the tunnel after being baptized flash.

The fierce game seemed to end emotionally.

But after some time.

The stadium press conference room wasn't terrible.

The first reason was Korea's draw against Italy.

But the real exhaust was separate.

This is an interview with director Kasiragi in the basement.

And Montolivo's interviews on ground tracks drove a tremendous wave.

In the meantime, Woo Ho Young's name was constantly mentioned in each interview.

And Woo Woo-young's interview was followed by Hwaryong peak.