045. Teacher And Elementary School Student(8)

045. Teacher and elementary school student (8)

The final score from the first round is 2 to 2.

If Sao Paulo scores one more goal, they will be eliminated, and if it ends like this, it will go to a penalty shootout.

It was natural that a fierce battle began from the beginning.

As each player's movements and ball control determine the outcome, the players stuck to clear and uncluttered movements.

In particular, Sao Paulo FC was very focused.

I shook off unnecessary thoughts and used the given tactics properly.

Even though one person was ejected, they were not intimidated.

It was an undeniable fact that the team was at a disadvantage, but all they had to do was deploy appropriate tactics for 10 people.

The ten people walking around the ground showed lively movements.

It looked noticeably different compared to the first half.

In particular, the team's captain, Brenu, was coordinating the defensive formation in an orderly manner.

Hoyoung's words before the second half began were of great help.

-Brenu. Don't be burdened. Because we will hold on to the midfield.

Those words instilled faith in Brenu.

It soon led to confidence, and the effects were evident right from the beginning.

"A harpy! Apply more gentle pressure! "Santoru will cover from the front!"

Left midfielder Santoro was marking Marcelo.

And behind him, left fullback Rafinha was waiting.

So-called double mark.

The intention was to give up the initiative but not allow the attack to develop by blocking Marcelo.

Sao Paulo FC's defense defended the ball fiercely by avoiding unnecessary physical fights but holding out until the end.

A powerful yet clean pressure was slowly coming to light.

Hoyoung, whose nose was wrinkled at the sight, gritted his teeth.

Something that had been clogged in my chest began to burn.

Fighting spirit.

The sight of the team members burning their bodies with all their mental power was a thrill in itself.

Sigh.

Hoyoung kept an eye on the trend of the flow.

While watching the players' movements, I observed Fluminense's attack development.

At the same time, he moved down to the second line and put pressure on the opponent's midfield.

This is because counterattacking without basic defensive skills was no different from steamed buns without an encore.

For Sao Paulo, where the situation was much worse, practicality had to be taken care of.

Not soccer for show, but soccer just for results.

It was unfamiliar soccer for Hoyoung, who had barely played in the U13s.

And this was modern soccer.

Of course, Arsenal, which achieved an undefeated victory using beauty and Wengerball tactics, is a different story.

Sao Paulo is not Arsenal.

'Whether we become porridge or rice, we must always defend.'

There is a saying in the world like this.

A team with a good offense wins, but a team with a good defense wins.

In other words, defense was the key to success or failure.

Hoyoung chewed his lips.

'Marcelo is quite intelligent. Even with double blocking, the left side is opening up little by little.'

Even though Marcelo was a technician, he was making very strategic moves that were different from what he looked like.

However, it is not possible to build a triple defensive line.

'Then the left-right imbalance becomes extreme.'

Ultimately, this will lead to the collapse of the right line.

Right now, the defensive layer on the right side also felt loose.

No area was stable.

And a bigger problem than that was physical strength.

Of course, running with 10 people on a field where 11 people had to share the responsibility was physically taxing.

Because of this, Sao Paulo was depleting stamina faster than Fluminense, and as a result, they began to face a crisis.

The crisis struck in the 25th minute of the second half.

The second half of the 25th minute is the most difficult time for the youth, and Fluminense cleverly targeted that time and launched an onslaught.

It was not an impromptu tactic.

Every move was thoroughly prepared and calculated.

It was indeed a strategy worthy of coach Carvalho of Fluminense, who is known as the master of the U15 team.

It was as if it was prowling around like a wild beast, hiding its claws and aiming for the moment when the opponent was tired.

For Sao Paulo, it was the biggest crisis of the second half.

Fluminense's players, who had accumulated enough stamina, began to show strength.

All Sao Paulo FC could do was stubbornly hold on.

I just persevered and persevered.

But that alone wasn't enough.

Fluminense, who completely dominated the midfield with numerical and physical superiority, gradually opened the goal.

"widely! "Spread your left and right sides as wide as possible!"

Marcelo shouted,

expending all of the stamina he had saved up until now and excitedly hitting the goal.

As a result, there were only two effective shots in the 25th to 30th minutes of the second half.

There was no need to mention the number of successful breakthroughs or crosses.

It was unfortunate that Sao Paulo FC's goalkeeper Ederson showed an animal-like save, otherwise two goals would have already been enough.

Fortunately, the indirect free kick declared around 30 meters later did not result in a goal being conceded, but if things continue like this, a goal will definitely be conceded.

There are only 10 minutes left.

Sao Paulo needed a law of destruction.

'Let's think about it.'

Hoyoung's mind was busy.

If you assume that your camp is a castle, the opponent is an enemy trying to capture the castle.

And Marcelo is the enemy general.

'We have to stop him.'

At that time, Carlos' voice rang out.

"Hold on until overtime! "8 minutes left!"

The three replacement cards have already been used.

The enemy's offensive had to be withstood with the current number of personnel on the field.

Carlos' voice burst out again.

"Cooperate unconditionally! Help each other!"

right.

Pain shared is halved.

Hoyoung swallowed a heavy breath.

'There must be a way.'

If your body reacts passively, turn your head actively.

That's the only solution.

Hoyoung focused his mind and observed the situation from a macroscopic perspective.

'As expected, the problem is with the left side. If we just grab the left wing, we can achieve some degree of defensive balance.'

Hoyoung's gaze turned to Marcelo.

Marcelo was persistently targeting Santoro on the left flank.

There was nothing strange at all no matter when it broke through.

However, his physical strength was not enough to go directly to the third line.

A groundbreaking method was needed.

There is something that can withstand his attacks…

"…Okay."

Hoyoung's eyes darkened.

'Let's give it a try. Even if I fall down.'

A moment later, when the ball went out of the touchline, Hoyoung called left midfielder Santoro.

33 minutes in the second half.

Marcelo, who was placed on the right winger, gradually increased the tempo of the game.

The game turned into a mud fight, and a fierce battle broke out between those trying to score and those trying to block.

But Marcelo was in no hurry.

'Tsk tsk. Even if it goes into overtime, we have an overwhelming advantage.'

As he thought, time was on Fluminense FC's side.

The enthusiastic cheers of the home crowd further boosted the team's spirit.

'Besides, Woo Ho-young can't use his energy to handle Oscar's share… If he maintains his market share like this, there's nothing to worry about. Our team's defenders are still active!'

As long as we don't go to a penalty shootout, we'll have more than enough to win.

Marcelo recalled the coach's instructions he received in the locker room in the first half.

The moment the opponent reaches his or her physical limit, an instruction is to increase the tempo as much as possible to escape the opponent's pressure.

The strategy was to launch an all-out offensive at the same time.

And 35 minutes into the second half.

Marcelo, who was given the ball, drew his sword.

The space was expanded by exchanging the ball with the midfielder.

The tempo was raised to the limit and the build-up continued.

"Stab!"

At the same time as that shout, Marcelo burst into the space behind the side.

Immediately after, there was a speed competition with the opposing midfielder.

however.

Percussion!

"…?!"

It was not Marcelo who snatched the ball one beat faster.

But it wasn't Santoru either.

'Woo Ho-young?'

Before I knew it, it was Woo Ho-young who had taken his place in the left midfield and followed him.

And Santoru, who should have been there, was standing at the front.

'Tch. 'Position change?'

It was clear that Hoyoung, who was still in better physical condition, intended to take charge of defense.

'I'm going to give up the attack and take it all the way to a penalty shootout.'

Smirk.

Marcelo beamed as if he had a good meeting.

'This time, I will step on you thoroughly.'

Of course, Marcelo fully recognized Hoyoung's skills.

I almost wished we were on the same team instead of the opposing team.

But now they are enemies.

Only by crushing him can you stand out and lead your team to victory.

Marcelo's desperation was heightened because he was already in the process of recruiting him to Real Madrid.

'Antonio will definitely be at today's game.'

That's why we had to defeat Hoyoung.

The game had already passed the 37-minute mark in the second half, and around that time, Woo Ho-young came under pressure.

It was a decidedly slow movement compared to before, but it was a firm and uncluttered pressure.

"profit…!"

Tight.

Marcelo gritted his teeth and urged himself.

'Don't be scared, Marcelo. Just get over it and that's it.'

Marcelo induced a tackle by using an upper body body fake.

But Hoyoung never put his foot in.

Rather, they kept the distance by stepping back.

'I'll just avoid foul play?'

Unfortunately, Hoyoung did not fall for the temptation in the end.

Marcelo changed his mind.

'There is no need to force yourself to break through. 'There are many places to knock.'

That kind of thing is something a third-rate person who is crazy about winning would do.

All I had to do was not overdo it and spin the ball to create space.

Thinking that, Marcelo turned his gaze to the friendly striker with his back to the defense.

Percussion!

A low pass was placed with an inside kick towards the front left.

At the same time, he ran towards the back space of the side to receive a return pass.

But that didn't happen at all.

"…!!"

Ssuk!

Because Hoyoung's momentary sliding tackle blocked Marcelo's pass.

'crazy! 'You knew I was going to pass that way?'

Tsk!

Marcelo spits angrily all the way to the top of his head and raises his voice.

"The passing angle should have been opened a little more!"

I was so angry that I ended up passing the blame on to others.

But in fact, the person in charge knew best.

'shit. I should have taken more time.'

The fact is that it was you who was at fault.

'Damn it. Now that it's like this, we

have no choice but to see the game in overtime…' But that thought was just a wish and Marcelo was missing something important.

"Uh huh?"

Ball ownership was finally transferred to Sao Paulo FC.

The fact that Sao Paulo FC launched an all-out counterattack, as if releasing what they had endured for the past 70 minutes.

It was right then.

"run!"

counterattack.

Hoyoung, who had suddenly returned to his original position, was running towards the front with his face turning red.

Approximately 1 minute remaining until the end of the second half.

Will it go to overtime or not?

That was the problem now facing Fluminense FC.

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