All Soccer Abilities Are Now Mine! Chapter 218
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Essien, with a hot face, passed through the tunnel and entered the locker room.
Then he breathed rough.
My limbs fell off.
I didn't understand what happened.
Only 10 minutes.
It was only time he faced Woo Woo-young.
Nevertheless, I could feel it.
Why did the greats who faced him praise him so much?
The words came to my mind.
-Javier Mascherano: Woo-Young is beyond the world class. If he comes to the EPL, of course that shouldn't happen, but if so, maybe I should leave the EPL. There is no way to stop him.
Patrick Vieira: I'm talking about it now, but I think I couldn't stop him when I was young.
-Genna to Gatoso: You swear well. X shot. I think of you again.
-Carles Puyol: He is a disaster.
Sergio Busquets: Every year? No, it gets stronger every month. That is Woo Ho Young. So even more scary.
Alex Ferguson: How can you stop him? Well, I think it's quick to talk about when Liverpool can win the league.
The words came to me sincerely.
It was a very interesting experience.
'It's not soccer.'
Far from football he knew.
It was like the conductor of an orchestra wearing a football player's mask.
Only 10 minutes.
Although it was a short time, it was still vivid.
Woo-young screamed and moved as soon as he entered the stadium.
From the third line to the forefront, he coordinated the movements of his colleagues to dominate the midfield.
And at the end, the tempo raised the attack.
There was nothing strange about the score.
If the opponent was Real Madrid, not South Korea, he might have already been reversed.
'You feel dizzy.'
The problem is that there are still 45 minutes left.
'You have to change your mood in the second half.'
That's why half time was so important.
This time will determine the outcome of the match.
Essien reasoned with his winning mentality.
'To regain the initiative and flow, we must concentrate on Jungwon while pressing Woo Ho Young.'
Jungwon.
The answer was to catch the center of the airborne transition.
The second half did not begin until the night was deep.
Both teams had no changes in their formations, and as in the first half, they fought in midfield.
[Michael Essien receives the ball and Kevin Prince Boateng delivers the ball. And you go back and rush around.]
Essien moved in all directions and constantly searched for space.
When my teammates were in danger, they ran to the side and backed up.
I did not avoid the fights that are happening every moment.
No, I rather enjoyed it.
Fuzzy!
[I'm seeing you, but ... Oh, I am pushed out. I almost fell to the floor. Referee, proceed as it is.]
[I think it's a fair fight.]
Essien wandered constantly, burning himself.
Literally dedicated.
That was the role of box-to-box.
In addition, he won the aerial ball with his excellent right and slowly began to take over the midfield.
But how this happened, Tim's housework didn't get any better.
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'Oh shit.'
Almost dominated the midfield, based on it to make the other undreamable, which never happened.
South Korean players, who should have been tied to the midfield if they had planned, would run out of the gap like mice and disrupt Ghana.
side.
The gap between the left and right, not the center, widened the gap, boosting the stamina of the athletes.
'Damn.'
I woke up and the game was going strangely.
It was unbelievable for Essien, known for its mentality.
'I didn't find this?'
It's been 14 minutes since the second half started.
That meant 14 minutes had passed since Ghana took the lead in building up.
But now I do not see it at all.
Thought he had taken the initiative by burning himself, it was only Essien's illusion.
One of the 14 minutes was a waste of stamina in a large space to protect the ball.
That was it.
But the team shot 0 times.
Sily was playing nothing but meaningless football.
Self-help.
The problem was that they had to lead their colleagues in an attempt to crush the other.
It was only 60 minutes later, but Ghana's players were already tired.
Not only the midfielder but also a lot of stamina in defense and attacker.
On the contrary, Korea, which successfully defended with defense adjustment and position selection, could afford physically.
The game was still in full swing, but Essien seemed to be possessed by ghosts.
'I can not believe it.'
Completely psychological warfare
He had no lack of judgment, predictive ability, location ability, boldness, calmness, but he never expected this situation.
It happened like that.
The cause was obvious.
'That child.'
Woo-young was standing at the center.
He did not run away.
Pretending to have a power fight in the midfield, leaving colleagues to another position to build a favorable formation.
And driving Ghana players from the outside induced a meaningless waste of fitness.
Avoiding physical strength fights to get the maximum benefit.
Maestro.
Woo-young was the conductor itself.
'This, you're divided.'
Essien sensed faster than anyone else.
Something sharp and heavy covers Ghana.
It didn't take long before the atmosphere came to Korea.
Late 62 minutes.
widely.
The ball passed under Hyoyoung's feet fell to the side.
Park Ji-seok, who understood the meaning of the pass, created a side space by exchanging one-way passes with Hoyoung.
Pressure plates John's castration teusil (John Paintsil) and Andrew IU charge of tha willing to steal the ball and got attacked.
"Get in front of you!"
"now!"
But Ho Young made an unpredictable move.
Ugh!
"··· ?!"
The moment Pantsil meets Andre.
Hoyoung rotated his body backwards, fast enough to keep up with his eyes.
[Oh, Woo-young coming out of the way quickly while detouring!]
[This is a personal machine called McGee Spin. It's a technique used by Ireland's Aden McGeady.]
A personal skill that can be used in practice only when the skill and sense of handling the ball is outstanding.
McGeady spin.
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If the Marseille turn is a 360-degree turn, the McGeady spin is a personal plane whose purpose is to turn 270 degrees and bypass at right angles.
The advantage is that if you use it when you go to the side and bypass the center, or vice versa, you can quickly reverse the attack path.
It was a technique that could embarrass the entire defense.
And now was the moment.
[Continue breaking through the center! Woo-young is digging in! Anthony Anna is rubbing!]
[Must respond in advance!]
Embarrassed by the sudden change of course, Anthony Annan rushed over there.
OK.
[Woo Ho Young aside this time !!]
As expected, Ho Young opened a new assault path, turning 90 degrees.
'I'm back.'
Ho-young's eyes turned to the right side.
Cha Doo-rim, a right pullback, was rushing along the touchline like a beast.
Ho Young attracted the Ghana players to the left.
"···!"
Michael Essian, who was waiting nearby, quickly noticed, but the ball had already left Ho-young's feet and headed for the side.
[Woo-young took a cold ball! I get tea! Woo Ho-young tries to infiltrate in the center!]
[Oh, great! You should watch it!]
Cha Doo-rim, who received the roving pass, instinctively returned the return pass.
A ground ball crosses into the penalty box.
And.
Cuckoo!
The cross was a bit short, but the shooting speed and shooting were fast and accurate enough to cover it.
The ball hit hard and shook the net in the corner of the goal.
[goal! It is a goal! Oh my! It is Woo Ho-young who scores an equalizer!]
[World Cup tenth goal, it went off! Very good! This is it! Our players, let's follow!]
I am 18 years old.
It was Ho Young, who achieved a record of scoring 10 goals for the first time in the World Cup.
But there was no serie money.
Instead, he quietly pulled the ball out and took it to the half line.
It was a strong will to drive this momentum and add more points.
[good. Our players, in the World Cup, we need this determination. It's time to fully use your stamina.]
[That's right. Ghana players are already tired. It's coming from my face. Now it's our turn.]
As the commentator said, Ghana was exhausted.
Korea, on the other hand, was on the rise.
"Shit."
Lajebach was just thinking of holding up the penalty.
For him, the World Cup was a lifetime chance to test his worth.
In fact, putting up the Ghana national team to the quarter-finals was nothing short of a miracle.
Prior to the World Cup, most were neglecting and disregarding Lajebach, but now he is praised as "a coach that is in harmony with the Serbian charisma."
Moreover, one more step up here was the quarterfinals.
I could never give up.
If you hold on for another 30 minutes, you could go up enough.
'Okay, let's last 30 minutes.'
If you spend some time in the second half, you will come back to rest time.
If you strengthen your strength and tactics and refine your mind, you would be able to lead the shootout.
So shouted.
"Andre! Go completely down to the defense and join the defense! "
Lajevac instructed Andre and other attackers to concentrate on defence.
On the contrary, Korea aimed to extend the gap between Ghana with speedy linked play and penetration.
Ghana's attack style was taken as it was to reverse.
This was also a good choice.
'There's no backspace, so you have to go crazy and aim for the side.'
Ho Young took control of the box with Park Ju-hyung.
"Ho-young, I'll go deeper and disturb you. In the meantime, you find space. "
As time passed, Park Ju-hyung's off-the-ball movement stood out.
In addition, Yeomgwihun spurred the playmaking.
Ki Sung-ryong took on the build-up and pressure to widen the space of the first line, and Park Ji-suk made a vigorous attack from place to place.
Ghana's pressure was relaxed and everything was easy.
[All the players are working together to make a good appearance. This is the team. If you do this and move organically, chances will come.
[But Ghana is not easy. There are only six defenders currently sitting in the defensive area of Ghana. Jonathan Mensah and Lee Addy, who were replaced in the second half, are breathing fast and are blocking the attack path.]
[But our players can pierce enough. Don't stop your feet until the whistle rings.]
The time passes toward the second half of 87 minutes.
Last spurt.
The real attack of the Republic of Korea unfolded in the last 10 minutes.
In the gap of Ghana's staleness, Oh Beom-sik and Cha Doo-rim focused on both sides.
As the cross went up more and more, Ho-young, who took control of the box with overwhelming power, created a chance like a fish that met water.
[About 2 minutes remaining until the end of the game. Maybe this will be your last attack chance.]
[You can. Isn't there a lot of decisive goals in extra time in the World Cup? Because the players are eager. We, players, think we can do it and we need to be careful.]
[Oh, the moment you said! Chadurim is going up as it is!]
A diagonal cross that rises quickly in half beats.
Where the ball came up, Ho-young had preoccupied a good spot in advance.
John Mensah, who is 180 centimeters and weighs nearly 80 kilos, entered the ball race but was no match.
It was then.
Iii.
Just before the ball hit his head, Ho Young turned his head and turned the ball in the opposite direction.
EPL goalkeeper Richard Kingson's response was not bad, but it was too far to reach out.
Exactly 92 minutes later.
Cheongung!
The theater goal that goes straight to the semifinal came out.
And it was exactly one minute later.
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