[Covets a quick foot (SU) that causes nightmares.]

[Suspicious fast feet (SU) and transcendental dribble (TS + 2) succeeded in synthesizing.]

[Transcendent dribble (TS + 2)]

'As it is.'

Unfortunately, the talent did not grow, but Azar's fast feet were a very satisfying talent.

Fast feet.

'You feel like this.'

Break time.

Ho-young dribbling with the ball as soon as he explored Azar's talent.

I could definitely feel the difference.

It was so versatile and so talented in football that it was now possible to make it your own, even if you were eager for someone else's talent.

'The change of course is smooth and the flow of dribbling is clean.'

It was first felt that the sensations became very delicate and sensitive, as life was in the ankle.

The expression of sophistication in sharpness will be correct.

If I could handle this detail, I would have been able to play a greater role.

'Good.'

Ho Young looked up to the sky.

The clouds were coming slowly.

Hoyoung's mind speed was the same.

Everything was good, but there was one thing that didn't stop worrying.

'It's September soon.'

It's already been six weeks since I was over 18 years old.

'The title is still talented.'

It was never immediately manifested to be over 18 years old.

It was already proven by several players.

The unprecedented football prodigy (W) still remained.

'Is it still a prodigy?'

In England, he was already an adult, but in Korea, he was still a minor.

Then when does it happen?

I was frustrated because I could not know the exact condition.

'Most of the players with titles were people who got on track or were already in their prime.'

In that sense, Ho-young was not yet the target.

Hoyoung was growing constantly yesterday.

But now I feel like I've reached the end.

Obviously, I didn't doubt that the title would happen anytime soon.

After the first set, both teams changed.

Team A's Ronaldinho and Adebayor were missing, and Eden Hazard and Gareth Bale, who were in Team B, moved to Team A.

In that vacancy, the 7-to-11 game was resumed with other players.

And before the match, Team B's defensive line entered the meeting.

Fellaini, Kasemir, Thiago Silva, Clichy, Kyle Walker.

And Shay Logan and Phil Jones coming in.

Thiago Silva, one of the most experienced and talented, brought the players together.

"Concentrate. Everybody knows they're not relaxed yet, but they can do it enough. We are professional players like Woo Ho Young. This time he won't score a single goal. "

At the moment everyone's eyes turned to one place.

"We only catch one."

Woo Ho-young was talking to the players on the other side.

And since then.

The defenders of Team B began to focus on Woo-young.

Like a whale-hunting sailor, the siege surrounded one of them and made a breathtaking defense.

But the reality has not changed.

The ordinary could not reach out to Ho Young who had already reached the transcendental realm.

Flick.

Ho-young puts the ball on his forehead like a seal, and plays with the ball freely.

The appearance was so ridiculous that the players became stiff.

It was then that Thiago Silva burst his voice.

"What are you doing! Without pressure! "

"this!"

Only then did Fellaini and Kasemiru wake up.

At the same time, Phil Jones and Thiago Silva narrowed the gap ahead.

4 to 1.

The situation is blocked everywhere.

But Ho Young still had space.

Inconvenient space.

It was nothing but his own body.

Flick.

From forehead to chin.

Took.

And into the chest.

Then from knee to ankle.

Tak, Tak.

Then back over the shoulders.

Percussion!

Ho Young constantly concealed the ball's position, creating a space for the ball.

He disturbed four opponents at the same time.

At the very least, Fellaini struggled with a big fight, but Ho-young kept the ball in balance until the end.

It was that moment.

"··· !!"

Woo Ho Young's simple and quick action.

The ball tucked down firmly on the thigh was fixed to the left ankle and then quickly kicked out.

The kill pass was correctly delivered to Eden Hazard infiltrated into the empty space ahead.

"Nice Pass."

From the mouth of Hazard came the word to the temple.

The game is still in progress, but it was a pass that I had to admire.

If you can't get out of here right now, there was nothing to say.

And again, Azar scored his first goal.

Cheongung!

A shot from inside the left footed shot was hit.

The second set ended with Team B's 3-6 win.

The lack of stamina for A-team players no longer allowed them to defend.

But apart from that, Hoyoung's performance continued.

Without stamina, I tried to create a decisive opportunity somehow by creating play as it existed.

"Oh shit."

"I don't know what the hell is."

"How can you move your body like that?"

All those who faced Woo Young responded like that.

Only the idea of ​​greatness filled their heads.

It was unavoidable to have a sense of self-defense.

And then it was fear.

"what the···."

"It's so different from what I knew ..."

It was a mystery that such a player existed in the world.

Woo-young is not a human but rumors.

Kasemiru, a 19-year-old pure youth who only knows football, even believed it little by little.

'Oh My God. What happened during that time? '

Kasemiru, who played with Ho Young eight years ago, has been watching his game so far.

And this season, when he's called, he feels like he's crazy, and he's been watching his last season's game.

I wanted to know him perfectly as a member of the same team.

But something was strange.

Last season he knew Woo Ho-young was far below this.

Of course, the world's top last season was unchanged, but it didn't seem so ridiculous.

Kasemiru wasn't the only one.

In particular, defenders Woo Woo-young were realizing it.

Thiago Silva was one of them.

'It's so different even if it's different.'

Thiago Silva.

He is an intelligent player.

Not only does he have good defensive power, but his head is so great that he has a different view of the attacker.

That's why the modifier "perfect" is added.

So he knew for sure.

How much Woo Woo-young has improved compared to last season.

'This is a different dimension.'

This gave Thiago Silva one conviction.

'I'll do my job right this season.'

There was nothing that could stop him.

Even fear as a colleague was ahead of me.

But it's been a while.

As the set changed and the team reorganized, players who became teams like Woo-young soon got out of fear.

'What kind of team am I on?'

'It's a great person. If you just relax, Woo Ho Young will take care of it. '

Fear became respect.

'I was good at coming to Manchester City.'

'With such a player, I can win the Champions League unconditionally.'

'Maybe the royal pavilion ······.'

'can do.'

'King of kings, it must be achieved.'

Respect turned into hope and goal.

As such, transfer students and players shared the same idea.

From captaining to teaming up.

This was Ho Young's aim.

This alone may not be a perfect match for players, but it has at least one common goal.

The effect appeared the next day.

The atmosphere was definitely better than the day before.

There was no such thing as division that many were worried about.

The athletes were dedicated to keeping each other breathing, with one more minute of training.

I saw the possibility yesterday.

Hopefully, we can set a record-breaking record this season.

In particular, the faction of the Belgian players, the biggest concern, never happened.

Although Eden Hazard was a bit worried, he was only burning fire and speeding up his training.

His humiliation yesterday was the driving force behind his growth.

The rest was all ok.

Marouane Fellaini was obedient and friendly, so there was no need to worry.

It was rough enough to beat Stoke City's shock crosses on the pitch, but it was usually passive and introverted.

'There's even a good mental company, so there's very little chance of a Belgian faction. As long as Hazard does not stand up against Guardiola. '

As such, Ho Young sought to prevent team division by thoroughly analyzing players.

Older men, like Ronaldinho and Vieira, were exemplary teams as mental holders.

And time flowed quickly.

3 September.

The day before the race, training was nearing its end.

"To get everyone together."

Guardiola called the players together and soon began to speak.

"In the last few days we have accomplished a ridiculous miracle."

Literally, a miracle happened in a few days.

Athletes of different races, languages, and nationalities moved very quickly and were able to get a good breath on the pitch.

Guardiola praised them.

"We're increasingly becoming a complete team."

At first, I thought it was a good thing that the students were able to adjust to the team to some extent, because it was a big hit.

I was really impressed with the hard work and passion of the players.

"It's been a lot of hard work. So show yourself at the game tomorrow. What miracles you have worked out. It washes out the ridicule and concerns of the press at once. "

EPL third round.

The opponent was Arsenal FC with Park's full signing and Henri's signing.

The match took place the next day at Etihad Stadium.

It was about 4 pm when the players left the stadium.

"Wooooooooooooh!"

"You Are My City!"

"Singing the Blues!"

"I'm City till I Die !!"

Curious shouts of citizens shaking the stadium.

Ho Young, who climbed onto the pitch, enjoyed this moment by entrusting herself to the hot emotions that are rising in her body.

The heart pounding heartbeat did not stop.

Complete.

Finally stood in front of the highlands.

Now it was time to show the results to the fans unfortunately.

And.

Piyiyi!

As the whistle blew, the mind and body sank.

"Go."

Right now, it was his heyday.