[Woo-wook hits you out]

[Vieira steps backwards and confronts him.]

Swipe.

Hoyoung's eyes turned straight ahead.

It doesn't feel very good on the screen, but from the standpoint of playing football, the opponent feels exceptionally large.

Imagine a black man over 190 centimeters standing right in front of you.

Of course, I did not have to deal with giants.

but.

'Strong.'

In Vieira there was an aura that was felt just by looking at it.

It feels like a huge barrier is in front of you.

In front of him, there could be no room for other thoughts.

In the common sense it was usually correct.

No matter how well-developed Serie striker is, he will be able to play his best when playing against him.

However.

Iii.

Ho Young spread his vision wide.

At the same time, Vieira tried not to let concentration go to the end.

Multitasking.

It was never spared.

In pursuit of the other attack path was to open a variety of possibilities.

And it wasn't Vieira who would not notice the action.

My pride was hurt by the fact that I was selling my eyes in front of myself.

This taste was roughly crushed and the body moved first.

It was then that Hoyoung's breath stopped.

Tadak.

When both feet moved simultaneously, the surroundings seemed to be quiet as time stopped.

The atmosphere that had sunk was high.

[Oh, Woo-Young peeled Vieira!]

[Well, Woo-young! Hit it out without clogging!]

Suddenly, Vieira doubted his eyes.

If it's a wits, if he's second, isn't he?

In the last years he was evaluated as having a beast.

This was a difference in muscle morphology, and it was an advantage for blacks.

But pierced.

'Seed······.'

Swallowed Nausea

Instead, he quickly turned to reach Ho-young.

It was indeed a veteran-like response.

Even though he was old, his persistence, determination, and mental power were still the world's best.

However.

[Vieira follows, but seems inadequate. Woo Ho Young has already crossed the 2nd line.]

His aging legs weren't good enough to keep up with Roh Young's dribbling speed.

Believe it was only Cambiasso in the rear.

And then it was.

Fuzzy!

[U-young and Cambiasso collide.]

[Cambiaso comes near you and smashes you quickly.]

Cambiaso, who was watching the movement of Woo Ho Young all the time, tried to fight with his uniform.

In the meantime, Vieira chased him and struck Hoyoung from behind.

This was Mourinho's defensive tactics.

[I was sorry for Woo Young but it was definitely a good attempt.]

It was definitely a good try.

Because there's an unexpected harvest.

[Disturbance Concentration (A +)]

Mentality talent after a long time.

'You have this potential.'

When I thought about it, I didn't seem to know anything about myself.

So I was more excited.

You can grow more in the future.

First half 25 minutes.

Mourinho tweaks the formation.

[Inter showing a strong appearance from the beginning. At first, he came out with 4-1-2-1-2, but changed the line spacing to 4-3-1-2.]

The 4-1-2-1-2 formation, also known as the diamond 4-4-2, was the favorite tactic of the subject Mourinho during FC Porto.

Last year, Manchini's Inter also used 4-1-2-1-2.

So most experts thought that Mourinho would use 4-1-2-1-2 as it is.

But in reality there were some differences.

Mourinho boldly abandoned the existing 4-1-2-1-2 and built his own philosophy to create a 4-3-1-2 formation.

Inter, transformed in the Mourinho system, came to this place by daring to discard the center and to choose the side.

[Finally football philosophy is a firm coaching tactics. Zlatan Ibrahimovic and Adriano, two-top at the front, are opening up space.]

[Attack on the side is increasing. And the game is being solved well.]

[This is not the same interview as Ibrahimovic last week.]

Just one week before losing to Napoli, Zlatan criticized Mourinho in an interview.

I don't want to run on the side. If I keep trying to get me sideways like this, I have no choice but to do it my way. Of course we are doing well. It's great to be in the Champions League quarter-finals, but football is not a win at all. It's a win if we're running around on the field and think we've done it well. Several other attackers have the same idea. We are forefront attackers, not side attackers. Wanting a chance to score more goals in the center is obvious as an attacker. Sometimes it's easier to stand with Crespo and two-tops. In this regard, Mourinho should consult our thoughts.

It was an interview with many things.

Mourinho puts more emphasis on tactics, and Zlatan's interviews were just as challenging the coach.

It naturally spread to discord and spread to the world through numerous speculation articles.

With that in mind, Mourinho and Zlatan ruled that they would compromise each other for the Champions League.

But when I opened the lid, the game was 180 degrees different from the interview.

Zlatan was faithful to Mourinho's words rather than dissatisfaction and was following the tactics.

So, the first half was taken overwhelmingly by Inter.

The score was unbalanced in the first 35 minutes.

[Zantetti, Zlatan penetrates centrally in place of the missing spot.]

[At the same time, pass a little pass to Zlatan on the right side.]

Zlatan, from the side, gave a quick and accurate pass to Maicon, who ran like a beast.

[Michael catches the ball as Zlatan enters the box]

[Hoberto Carlos is stuck!]

Fuzzy!

"······!"

Maicon was out of Carlos' realm with a solid body.

Immediately following was his patent, Sharp Cross.

[Raising cross from the diagonal!]

[Go beyond Zlatan's height to the rear space!]

[Adriano is flooding!]

"Focus!"

"You're on the other side!"

"Damn it."

The box was uproar.

Cannavaro, who should have caught Adriano, missed his quick aggression.

And.

Cheongung!

I allowed heading intact.

Inter was the first goal.

[Go oh oh!

[Adrianou's header is cleared by Real Madrid. It was a powerful heading shot that plugged into the floor with a huge jump.]

[Sorry. But Casillas reacted like a miracle. The penetration and heading was great.]

God-given talent Adriano.

At the age of 27, Pom died a lot, but he was still alive with his sense of goal.

[Physical, called invincible, can't be seen anymore, but the positioning, space grip and power are still there. That heavy cannavaro can't get stuck.]

Inter was right here.

There are players with excellent crosses such as Maicon, Quaresma, and Luis Figo, and players with excellent rights like Adriano, Zlatan and Crespo.

It was a disaster for Real Madrid.

And more seriously, after exactly 10 minutes, they allowed additional goals in a nearly similar pattern.

This time Zlatan Ibrahimovic scored.

Real Madrid's attackers pushed hard, but Walter Samuel, Ivan Cordoba and Davide Santon showed a defensive defense.

Even through the defense, the spider hand Julio Cesar was standing in front of the goal.

In the end, Real Madrid couldn't save a decisive opportunity for 45 minutes and had to finish the first half without scoring.

Away team locker room sighed.

Having shown nothing throughout the first half, they were very painful mentally.

It was only two points away, but it was terrible that the shots were helpless enough to hit a good shot.

Ho-young sat in the corner and thought alone.

'All is dried.'

It started as if Schuster was involved in Mourinho's psychological war, and just before, it seemed as if he had been obsessed with something.

And there was one thing that didn't make sense until now.

'Hmm.'

Interview with Zlatan, who had just been in trouble.

And the discord between Mourinho and the Squad.

It was certainly a big win for Real Madrid.

Bernd Schuster, in particular, was very pleased with the fact and prepared a tactic.

I don't know how much time I've spent just training for it.

Most had guessed so.

They'll either boldly drop Zlatan from the entry, or they'll be compromised properly and placed in the central striker.

But today, Mourinho did not change anything.

'why?'

Did the handsome Zlatan kill her in front of Mourinho?

If not, the answer was one.

'Smoking operation.'

Doubt, of course, but I believed the interview because the subject was Zlatan.

He had enough personality to do so.

'You were completely in psychological warfare.'

Feeling hit by the back of the hammer.

Indeed it is a master.

If Guardiola had the ability to play a "soccer ball" with one hand, Mourinho had the ability to hold and shake a game called "football" with both hands.

'Guardiola is great, but Mourinho is no joke.'

I've seen it myself.

Why is the interviewing ability of directors so important?

His short, bold psychological warfare was the driving force behind Inter.

Ho Young didn't know that Inter would be so strong.

The 0809 season he knew was not at this level.

But I actually went through a different story.

So how strong is the Inter in season 0910?

Invisible fear seemed to devour even the locker room.

However.

'It's a way to overcome.'

gulp.

Swallowed out of bed while swallowing fear.

Raul and Zidane were talking to Schuster.

Hoyoung opened his mouth.

"We need to reverse the atmosphere."

The visual home team locker room.

Pair up.

Two applause sounds ringing lightly.

It was Mourinho who entered the locker room with two goals.

'You can just go like this.'

Everything was going according to plan.

An interview with Schuster to turn the press arrow to inject pressure.

A false interview instructed Zlatan to break the team's discord.

Everything worked.

It was time to finish.

"Everyone gathers. The first half was good. But the second half should be better. Why? It is because Woo Ho-young's determination is on fire. It's not magic, it's human talent. Do you understand? "

"Yes."

"I know."

"They are as good as they are."

"Yes, I wish I knew. What should you do? Focus on defense. In particular, find out when Woo-young is not dangerous and when he is dangerous. And then, Vieira and Cambiasso are both struck at the same time. You have to start differently than in the first half. He would have already figured out our defensive tactics. "

"Okay!"

Inter's momentum seemed to pierce the sky.

Finally, Mourinho added a few words.

"It is always me who leads you on the forefront. You just have to follow me. Go out and fight The only place we go is Rome. In bocca al lupo. "

"Crepi il lupo!"

After the Italian for good luck, they stepped into the stadium, dreaming of a final.

And the dream began to break when the whistle of the referee ringed.

It was also coincident with Woo Ho-young's crazy start.