Friday December 12 Barcelona Training Center.

Pep Guardiola, one day ahead of El Clasico, stared at the training field with his arms crossed.

"Why are you so excited all day before the game?"

"It's Christmas soon. I'm really excited about it. "

Next to him was chief coach Tito Vilanova.

Beyond public relations, the two were like brothers and sisters, perfect partners who always helped each other.

Villanova, who had a deep knowledge of Guardiola, spoke straight away.

"I'll go and tell you what you were thinking about. It seems that preparations for Woo Ho Young are not enough. "

A day before the battle.

Guardiola's mind was still full of trouble.

It was nothing but Woo Young.

In fact, it was a common opinion that Raul in the top scorer and Robben in the breakthrough and help king ranks were more dangerous, but not in recent moves.

It was a dumb idea to see Woo Ho Young as a prospect.

Of course, he is still a prospect, but he has already been a real player for Real Madrid.

Like Lionel Messi.

Therefore, it was necessary to cope thoroughly.

At least Guardiola thought so.

"I've seen it since last year. That's a curious guy. "It's incredibly overwhelming against the weak team, but it doesn't take any play against the strong team."

Once the first problem was that.

Little relief.

And the second one.

"Front build up and playmaking. If you don't stop it, you can't beat Madrid easily. "

How many times have you seen Woo Ho-young play as an attacking midfielder in the King's Cup early last month?

It was amazing to see and watch the game at the same time as both forward build-up and playmaking.

"The synergy with the team is huge. There's no such thing as a feud. Everyone believes in Woo Young's talent, and he's doing his part to maximize the team's damage. It's a helper and a guy with the hero's DNA. "

The licorice-like role of the team, but also indispensable to the team.

That was Woo Pyoung's current position as Pep Guardiola thinks.

"Pep, you are right. If you still have a blemish, he's too young. Besides, Asians are relatively late in development? "

"You're welcome. Woo Ho-young's biggest weapon is 'Age'. At that time, all possibilities are open. You can squeeze your talent just like putting fruit in a juicer. If I had taken him, he would have already reached the level of Messi. That's enough for that talent. "

"You are about to come and bring the kid to Barcelona? Why don't you want Perez to have dementia one day? "

"Who would know if Luis Figo will move to Real Madrid? You don't know what people do. "

One day, Guardiola had a strong desire to guide Woo Young.

I was such an attractive player.

Anyone in the director's office would want to try Woo-young Woo.

But this time it was a target to break.

No, it wasn't enough to break.

I had to trample on Barcelona again so as not to threaten me.

Guardiola opened his mouth again.

"Schuster is most likely to come up with tactics centered on Woo-young."

"Then we should focus on him as we prepare."

"But I don't have enough information about it."

The report on Raul was huge enough to be published in a book, but the information about Woo-young was incomparably small.

So the answer was set.

"We crush our opponents with our play."

Guardiola, who went straight to the training ground after the conversation, watched the players move and pointed out the mistakes.

When I saw a player who didn't run with all his energy, he immediately pulsed.

It was more like a teacher than a director.

But few complained about it.

This is because the team's performance was validating Guardiola's skills.

Unbelief was hard to find among them.

widely.

At that time, it was caught dissatisfied with Guardiola's view.

Lionel Messi attempted to penetrate the empty space.

At that moment Guardiola urgently called his nickname.

"Leo! stop!"

"Yes?"

"Let's stick to your position unless you have to switch. Our attack should not end with a pass and a movement alone. Positioning is the most important thing. Did you know? "

"Oh, I see."

Guardiola infused his football philosophy in such a way.

That was what they would unfold in El Classico.

next day.

From dawn, a phone rang at Hoyoung's house.

Lucie was sitting on the couch.

-Club. Did Woo Woo-young wake up?

"Yes. I just went to wash. "

-Okay.

It was a call from the club to check Royu's weather.

In order to be in the best condition for the game, the team decided to go to bed and wake up.

El Classico was such an important match.

Isn't it a rivalry of the competition that involves various elements such as society, culture, politics, war and history?

If Real Madrid and Barcelona fought with guns decades ago, they now have a war with soccer balls.

It was natural to manage the express soldiers to participate in the war.

Iron.

After finishing the shower, Ho-young went out of the house and lightly relaxed.

The moon in the night sky shined exceptionally.

'El Clasico.'

Who knew this day would come so soon?

The dream that I kept deep inside my heart grew a little and eventually became a reality.

The best stage in the Spanish league.

The world's best rival stage.

Tonight I could stand in the middle of it.

Everything in the world was thankful.

The cold wind greeted me and cooled my heart.

"Hou!"

The night air is now full.

And it was a moment back into the house.

"Hoyoung, I'm calling. A cell phone. "

"This time?"

When I answered the phone, a nice voice rang in my ears.

"Oh, Monica?"

-Huh. I called you to cheer up.

"How at this time? Is it bedtime? "

-Sneaking out. I have to go in quickly. I'll cheer you up. Do not hurt. I'm coming then!

"Wait, Monica. Christmas time

-Oh my god. It's my guard.

Dudtu ······.

2AM.

Monica disappeared like the wind at the end of the words.

Although it was a short conversation, it was a valuable time.

"Then let's go."

3 am

Ho Young arrived at Waldevebas and participated in the last morning training.

It was about 10 am when the team bus carrying Los Blancos left for Madrid airport.

And their plane was headed to Barcelona airport in Catalonia, an hour away by plane.

With more than 2,000 Real Madrid fans coming in early in the morning, the team greeted the team, waving their hands in a ready-made team bus.

Everything was best.

Until I got to the Juan Carlos Hotel parking lot where I would take a nap.

But the problem went there.

Caang! Can!

"Fuck like this. What is this ?!

Pepe, leaning his head against the window, spewed out swearing.

The sound of knocking on the bus started to crack the window.

That's it!

Paang!

Barcelona's intense polar fans, who were disguised as madridistas, were throwing rocks at once.

The bus was crazy.

It was then.

"Ooh! Head down! "

Zidane, who thought of Ho-young who was sitting by the window, burst out.

Ho-young, who wanted to see what this was, was already crouching.

The situation was immediately rectified by bodyguards.

Real Madrid's bodyguards were injured in the process, but none of the players were injured.

"You crazy niggas!"

"Dogs like dogs."

The bus was full of abusive language.

This was not the first time.

It was a very rare accident not only in Barcelona but also in the away games with other clubs such as Seville and Valencia.

Malicious fans existed for any team.

Depending on the severity of the situation, a prison sentence may be imposed, but usually these classes are fined for months without a court entry and a fine of 5 million won.

But for rogue fans, that was nothing.

If they were able to defeat Real Madrid's morale, they were satisfied with it.

Not surprisingly, the confrontation between the two teams was quite severe this season.

Real Madrid and Barcelona struggle for one point.

Friendship of Real Madrid threatens such a symbol of Barcelona, ​​Lionel Messi.

In addition, since the game was held before the Christmas break, more attention was focused.

At some point, Casillas, who was sitting squatted next to him, asked.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Oh yes. Thank you."

Ho Young calmed her surprised chest.

There was no place to be injured, but the real problem was after that.

1:00 pm.

Some of the players lying in bed in the hotel room after lunch could not sleep.

I closed my eyes and did not sleep.

We had to sleep to get our body clocks in optimal condition, but the previous events didn't allow players to sleep easily.

Eventually, the coaching staff hurriedly brought in skilled sleep therapists to help the players sleep better.

Hoyoung fell asleep two hours later.

And it was a dim night when Real Madrid's team bus arrived at Camp Nou, home of Barcelona.

Paang!

Motorcycles and large police cars opened the tracks, and Real Madrid's white team buses horned through the narrow passage.

Filled with so many crowds, it was a site of riots.

"Hey Puta!"

"Sluts selling their bodies to dictators!"

"Go out, Puta Madrid!"

Many people, as if they had made an appointment in a group, spit out with a middle finger.

Instead of surrendering to a dictator, selling your body.

Regardless of whether or not it was, Real Madrid was just something to shave.

And all the players in the visual bus were plugging their ears with their earphones.

Some listen to calm classics, while others refine their mental skills while listening to rock music.

Among them, Ho-young sat in the back seat and closed her eyes.

It was the consideration of seniors not to sit by the window.

'Hou.'

Sitting on the bus felt painful

'Let's not care. This is nothing. '

Ho Young pounded her chest.

I had to overcome the pressure.

It is a bold face to face.

Later, when the bus entered the control line, Real Madrid officials entered the stadium under heavy security.

Coaching staff and players, including Bernd Schuster, silently went through the aisle and into the locker room.

And as all the players gathered in the locker room, there was a brief silence.

Schuster's sincere voice followed.

"Look for some players who are new to El Classico. If we lose today, this will be our grave. But if you win even one point, you can walk firmly with both feet. This is El Clasico and our destiny to endure. Accept. And fight ¡Vamos. "

"¡Vamos."

The moment of battle approached my nose.

Shortly afterwards, Schuster stared at the players and opened his finals.

"Casillas, Carlos, Cannavaro, Pepe, Ramos, Diara, Zidane, Raul, Robben, Van Nistelrooy, Woo Young. Get ready. "