All Soccer Abilities Are Now Mine! Chapter 128
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Real Madrid scored a valid shot in the first seven minutes, and the football professional La Ligamania fell to a runaway run.
In particular, the AT Madrid bulletin board was uproar, and fans of Real Madrid-AT Madrid-Barcelona-Athletic were mingled with so-called "hel party".
Countless posts were posted at the same speed as light, and one of them was a comment with many comments.
It was a quote from an article that was just a day ago.
At the end of the 13th, Atletico's Javier Aguirre successfully completed his last training session against Real Madrid, and there was an article about his prospects that he said, "It's good to expect." ]
└ I really want to kill you. Should we watch this game while having dinner? The stress of the day comes up X
└ After two weeks of rest, I went to the last day and trained buryaburya :-P
└ It looks like there's nothing different from when I'm stuck with Varsah? It would have been damn without a coupe.
└ Are you okay? You had a coupe wrist injury.
└ The only thing I believe is the coupe. Atletico, please stop the fucking Marengue bitch's winning streak !!!!!!
└Barcelona supports ATM! Forlan Power!
└ Athletic Bilbao also supports ATM! Cheer up!
Derbi Madrileno.
The derby match, commonly called "Madrid Derby," is a term for a bad match between Real Madrid and AT Madrid.
But on this day, fans of Barcelona and Athletics add support for AT Madrid.
Isn't there a famous saying, 'Enemy enemy comrade'?
It is the alliance of Barcelona-Athletic-Atlético Madrid that has a bond of dislike of Real Madrid.
Wanting Real Madrid to disappear from the planet, they unite together to attack Real Madrid once the Madrid derby begins.
In other words, it is a strategic alliance.
But the funny thing is, Real Madrid doesn't really think of AT Madrid as a real rival.
Shouldn't it be like a troublesome little kid who keeps running?
Real Madrid is more than double the previous record, it was a room to have.
[Hey, it's embarrassing to call it the same Madrid. Can't you just go to Basque or Catalonia? Castilla's quality is poor.]
└ Gee. Spain would be a superpower without the prostitutes like Puta Madrid.
└ Get Off Whore Madrid
└ Madlet ~! Madrit ~! Puta Madrit ~!
In addition to Merengue, "Puta Madrid," a term used to disparage Real Madrid, was continually touted, and as time passed, hopeful writing began to appear.
[Wait guys. Our performance is getting better. Asuncang fights in the midfield and is gradually increasing his share.]
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That was right.
At that time, Vicente Calderon Stadium was filled with cheers from home fans, as AT Madrid was gradually recovering.
It was only 15 minutes since the game started.
[Real Madrid, who came out with 4-1-3-2, runs the game with 4-5-1. AT Madrid's damage is so strong that it seems to be a solid midfielder.]
[That's right. Zidane, who was an offensive midfielder, runs the game with a rear build up, and Woo Ho-young is obsessed with a shadow striker to chase Raul.]
Triangular squadron consisting of Raul-woo-young-Zidan showed pressure to recover its market share.
But AT Madrid responded appropriately to this space-driven pressure, freeing Real Madrid from the pressure, and creating a steady flow.
AT Madrid was a weak defender, but he was able to do so thanks to the busy midfielder Paulo Assuncao and John Heitinga.
[AT Madrid came up with a custom tactic against Real.]
[Zidane-Woo-young-Raul is trying to break the tripod we are going to make. From there, the flow of Real Madrid has ceased, and Atletico's tactics are gradually seeing light.]
Around 20 minutes.
At first, it was AT Madrid who took advantage of the tactical fight.
As a result, the game began to revive, and the voices of the 50,000 home fans who filled the seats made a harsh voice.
"Atleti, Atleti, Atletico de Madrid!"
As the atmosphere of the stadium overheated, the tempo of the game began to accelerate.
And in return, AT Madrid constantly took advantage of the flexible tactical movement.
It didn't take long for it to result.
Only three minutes had passed.
Fuzzy!
[SuperSave! Gregory Coupe again prevents Woo Young from shooting!]
[It's true that the class is forever. If AT Madrid scored more than a draw today, it would not be strange if a coupe received a MOM.]
It wasn't the end there.
Real Madrid's attack failed to strike back.
AT Madrid finally pulled the knife.
[Assun, try to move forward with Ramos in the back.]
Maxime Rodriguez caught the ball. Overtake Ramos at monstrous speed! Maxim Rodriguez! Ramos broke through the left back space in the midfield! Abandoning Salgado's experience and choosing Ramos' speed is a moment to become a guru!]
[Central Garcia digs forward at the same time!]
AT Madrid's second line of Maxi Rodriguez-Raul Garcia-Luis Garcia began to explode.
Their attacking line, which was one of five fingers in La Liga, quickly created threatening opportunities, giving Forlan a decisive opportunity.
[Forllan's chest trapping! Pepe rushed in!]
[Regardless of medium-range shot!]
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19 meters from the goal.
The perfect chance for Forlan, who is renowned for his unstoppable medium-range shooting.
However.
Fuzzy!
Due to Pepe's struggle, he could not reach once and fall into place.
"Turn off!"
Beep!
The game stopped when Forlan screamed.
But then or not, Pepe looked down at him and said nervously.
"Hey dude. Don't be obsessed and get up. "
Pepe was different from the cotyledon.
He was so violent and violent that a video called Pepe Foul Special later appeared.
The reason why I was able to come to Real Madrid even though my face was very ugly was that I was fighting well.
Just looking at the nickname "Kenpepe" in the future in Korea, he was able to see how plethora he was.
Pepe was a bully if Diego Costa was an ordinary man.
"Yumma! Don't be bothered to get up! Take a little bump. "
It was a bit bumpy, but Pepe's struggle was true.
It was only natural that the referee pulled out the yellow card.
"Hey, watch out. I will watch. "
"this."
When the referee turned around and shot a free kick, Pepe turned back and complained.
"Ager nigga. Pretending to be sick. "
"Hey Pepe!"
"Okay, okay."
It was only after Cannavaro ran and mediated him.
When Forlan shook his knees and stood up as a kicker, a thunder-like shout burst out.
"DiddiDid ~~ Ego! Paul-Lan! Forlan! "
Forlan exclusive cheers filled the stadium.
Forlan is about to take a shot.
Whoever saw it was the momentum to hit.
It was in terms of angles, and in distances, and above all, Forlan was one of the best players in the free kick.
However.
[Forlan, hit it!]
[Ah! cross! Taped into the center!]
Setpiece operation prepared by Atletico Madrid.
All this was a fake.
Forlan, who knew how to kick it, raised the cross by surprise, and Raul Garcia, who was preoccupying the position inside the box, moved quickly.
The aerial ball shot as fast as a bullet caught his head.
The second, sad, headed in La Riga, gave in to Casillas, the god.
Cheongung!
"Wah aah ah ah ah ah ah!"
A headed goal by AT Madrid.
Tens of thousands of flags fluttered, filling the stadium with a goal song that celebrates scoring.
1 to 0.
Reid was taken by AT Madrid.
As Forlan and Raul Garcia returned in serenity, Bernd Schuster rushed to Raul.
"There's a lot of time left, so all I have to do is train. ATM holes are still defensive. "
"Yes."
"Go and encourage the players."
"Okay."
Knowing what it means, Raul returned to the pitch and encouraged the players.
Although I ate one, it was a flow that could be reversed at any time.
'You must do it.'
But for Ho Young, who was the first of the Madrid derby, there was no more tense moment.
Is it possible to allow a local rival to take the lead?
My heart began to rush without knowing.
I realized that playing with Barcelona B in the Second Division was only a play area.
The feeling of pressure in the field is indescribable.
'Why do you think I'm nervous?'
Ho-young, who looked around with his chin raised, thought so.
In fact, the other players had little to do with grass die or bent, even though they scored the first goal.
"Hey, yum!"
A short time of operation.
It was the voice of someone calling me down there.
Hoyoung looked up and saw Pepe beckoning himself.
Pepe struck his back as he stepped forward.
"Ouch!"
"Relax!"
"I'm not nervous. It's because my head is complicated. "
"Do not worry! We've been training hard for two weeks. If you do that, you won't be able to get those defenders. "
It was strange to hear Pepe who made a mistake.
But that seemed to help anyway.
"Look at that child. I was more nervous than you. "
Pepe's finger pointed to AT Madrid's young player.
Twenty years old, but still a fresh face.
Named Sergio Aguero, he was a breakthrough striker in charge of AT Madrid's attack.
"I've worked together."
"Yes?"
"It was the Beijing Olympics semifinals. In fact, it wasn't really big at that time because it was buried by Messi and Riquelme.
"He's your rival today. He won the Golden Boy last year, and this year he was nominated for the FIFA Player of the Year award. "
He won the 2007 Golden Boy with 19 goals in the league last year, scoring four goals this season and is now tied to Ho Young.
"Okay."
"Good. I look forward to it. "
Nod.
Ho-young approached Raul with an enthusiasm.
"captain."
"I think your face is sore and sore. Don't be in a hurry to jump in. You have to run until the second half today. "
"옙."
"And soon the opportunity will come."
First half last.
AT Madrid's weakest time was approaching.
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