046. Teacher And Elementary School Student(9)

Soccer is such a game.

No matter how low the pass success rate, low possession rate, or how many players are sent off, you win as long as you lead by points.

Even if it is one minute before the end of the game, the game is ultimately decided by the goal.

79 minutes into the second half.

Sao Paulo FC gained the right to attack for the first time in a long time.

The ball he stole while blocking Marcelo's pass was connected to Santoru in front.

"here!"

Hoyoung, located in left midfield, attempted to penetrate along the left touchline.

Seeing that, Santoru stabbed the pass as if he had promised.

Percussion!

It was a tremendous tempo.

A big highlight of the day was unfolding that you couldn't take your eyes off of and would later regret.

The away team's counterattack finally began.

Tuk.

As soon as the ball hit Hoyoung's feet, he kicked the ball long and attempted to break through to the center.

The speed of the ball rolling was quite fast, but Hoyoung's main strength was covering it.

Tightly controlled dribbling.

Even though my legs were heavy from running around like worker ants throughout the second half of the game, I still had enough energy left to ignite my final fighting spirit.

Although his legs were shaking, Hoyoung just looked ahead and ran.

Fluminense FC's resistance was not easy.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Hehehe!

Hehehe!

The home crowd started booing.

He did not hesitate to criticize Hoyoung by telling him to fall backwards or fall forward, thus interfering with Hoyoung's play.

But the person involved didn't even care.

picnic?

I didn't even care about that.

The only sound that could be heard in Hoyoung's ears was his heartbeat.

"Hu hu huuu…."

My heart feels like it might burst at any moment.

I was out of breath and my legs felt like they were going to break off.

If we were to rank activity levels today, Hoyoung might take first place.

It was Hoyoung who ran like that like crazy.

Same goes for the rest of the players.

Casemiro Breno Rafinha Santoro Fernando and others.

Endured with endless patience.

For one counterattack at this moment.

"Ugh…"

At that moment, pain as if it were piercing my lungs went all the way to my bone.

It was much more difficult than the game against Bayern Munich, which went into overtime.

Isn't this what extreme pain is like?

Although my body had already reached its limit, it seemed as if my body was moving only with my mental power.

Fighting spirit.

That alone did not make me lose my mind.

The mind is pure, but the body is fierce.

Paaaat!

I hit and ran without hesitation.

Every time that happened, the defenders quickly fell back.

It was right then.

Sigh.

I turned from the side to the center and looked straight ahead.

There were no more defenders left.

And just to the right, Santoro was trying to break into the box.

There are two options.

Pretend to shoot and give up a ground ball pass, or vice versa.

Hoyoung's choice was the latter.

'Do it yourself.'

In front of the door.

Hoyoung looked at the other side of the goal.

Here, diagonal shooting is the norm, but the chance of it being blocked is slightly higher due to the angle.

If I controlled my strength incorrectly, I might hit the goal post.

Therefore, Hoyoung instinctively chose a different method.

I lowered my upper body and shifted my balance onto the ball.

The last shot without looking back.

"!"

widely!

The ball passes between the goalkeeper's legs.

It happened in a split second.

Also known as alkkagi.

And at that moment, the ball pushed between the legs split the grass and was sucked into the goal.

It was Sao Paulo FC's first goal, scored with 30 seconds left in the game.

"Waaaaaa!!"

Even though the game wasn't over yet, the cheers were so loud that it felt like the ground was going to float away.

Anyone who sees it will think that they have won.

But this goal was just as valuable, so it was natural for Sao Paulo FC's players to go wild.

Because this one goal was the winning goal to advance to the quarterfinals.

It wasn't like they were running wild on the ground like a swarm of zombies, crushing Hoyoung.

"Crazy guy! "Are you going to throw that in?"

"You monster!!"

And Hoyoung.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

It roared and stirred the ground.

Strangely, even though it looked like he was going to collapse at any moment, he was able to walk half a circle around the audience and enjoy the joy.

The scene was captured in full shot by the on-site camera.

The smile did not leave Hoyoung's mouth.

With this one goal, we have almost reached the quarterfinals.

I felt like nothing could replace this joy.

That is, until the ceremony ended.

but.

The joy never stopped there.

[Burning fighting spirit (A-)]

"…!!"

There was life in my eyes.

This was because it was the first time Hoyoung had ever experienced this and it was something he never dared to think about.

'Finally, me too…'

The manifestation of talent.

I thought he was an untalented man, but it seems that wasn't the case.

As a result of consistently observing his colleagues over the past year, Hoyoung was well aware of how difficult it was for talent to emerge.

Talent is a process of bringing out what is latent inside, so we don't know how much time it takes to manifest it.

How many months in short?

Or, I finally accomplished something that could have taken years.

result of effort.

It's also A-level from the beginning.

'Well, some people are gifted soccer players from the beginning, and some people are soccer geniuses.'

It seems that just because talent is revealed doesn't necessarily mean you'll be a C-level person.

Hoyoung was more curious about something else.

'Is this a talent I gained through hard work? Or has it revealed a talent that was originally latent?'

I don't know, but I was certain of this.

This is not the end.

There are endless possibilities for development in the future!

It felt like I found a pearl buried in a pile of dirt.

This allowed me to arm myself with stronger mental power.

With a burning fighting spirit.

80 minutes of the second half.

Beep!

As soon as the whistle sounded, the kickoff began from the center mark of the halfway line.

The game was not completely over.

The combined score from the first game was 3 to 2, with Sao Paulo FC winning, but the game was not over until the end.

The game continues until the referee blows the final whistle.

Additional time is 3 minutes.

It was a good opportunity to score one more goal.

However, if Fluminense FC scores one more goal, the score will be 3-3, but the game cannot be overturned.

According to the away goals rule, Sao Paulo FC, who scored in today's away game, will advance to the quarterfinals.

There was no need to go to overtime.

In other words, Fluminense FC needs to score two more goals to advance, but the Fluminense players showed no motivation or hope.

83rd minute of the second half.

Even the goalkeeper of Fluminense FC ran out onto the field and joined the attack, but with the victory already in full swing, it was a difficult task to bring the game back.

No matter how hard we knocked, Sao Paulo's goal did not budge.

The away team's defense showed great defense until the end and held on like an unshakable rock.

at last.

Beep!

The whistle signaled the end of the game and Sao Paulo FC confirmed its advancement to the quarterfinals of the Super Championship.

And one more thing.

[Choose the talent you want to pursue.]

-Active overlapping (A-)

-Outstanding individual skills (B+2)

-Flexible dribbling (B)

-Sharp crossing (B)

-Good ball cutting (C+3)

-Organized Link play (C+2)

-Rhythmic flexibility (C+2)

-Clear Marseille turn (C+)

Marcelo's talent was coveted.

Hoyoung's mind went to his outstanding individual performance (B+2) without any hesitation.

'When we meet in the next league match, we just need to bring flexible dribbling.'

They will face each other at least two more times this season.

In that respect, Marcelo was a very good friend.

"Ugh… Ugh…"

Marcelo couldn't leave the stadium for a long time even after the game ended.

Despite his cute appearance, he had a unique competitive spirit, and since he had almost won today's game, he could not easily accept the result.

"Ugh… Ugh… Ugh…"

He buried his face in his uniform and shed tears like chicken shit.

The tears didn't stop.

I worked so hard to get this far, but today's result felt even more miserable because I've never experienced this kind of humiliation from anyone in my entire career playing soccer.

'Damn it. Even the scouts must have been there… Wow!'

It was a moment when my stomach was burning.

Okay.

A young boy's palm stretched out in front of his face.

It was Woo Ho-young's.

"You…"

Sneak.

Hoyoung took off his uniform without saying anything and handed it to Marcelo.

"Ugh…"

Seeing that, Marcelo stood up, wiping away tears.

In some ways, it was the greatest humiliation of my life to be completely defeated and even receive consolation from an Asian who I thought was easy.

However, as the ground hardens after the rain, today's experience might have helped him grow to the next level.

Whether it will become an inflection point in your life or simply remain a nightmare depends on what you do.

The same goes for Hoyoung.

It was a very good experience for him as well.

It was the most intense match I've ever experienced, so it seemed like it would remain in my memory for a long time.

"Here…"

Marcelo rubbed his bloodshot eyes and took off his wet, wet uniform.

If you are a sportsman, you must learn how to lose.

And Marcelo admitted defeat.

I was upset, but since today wasn't the end, I shook Hoyoung's hand.

They were soccer players who cried and laughed at one goal.

After the game ended, Carlos' solemn voice came from the visiting team's locker room.

"It was a good fight."

Other than that, nothing about the game was said.

There were definitely some things that were disappointing and things that needed to be fixed, but I wasn't the type of person who was so stuck up that I could give feedback right away on this happy day.

The coach praised all the players without exception.

However, he did not forget to keep his players mentally strong so that they would not be too conceited.

"We have only reached the quarterfinals, so we must not relax. There are still many important games left in the future. In addition to the national league, the weekly league begins in June and the South American Champions League begins in December. "We haven't even started yet, so prepare your mind."

There was a long way to go.

Just thinking about it made me feel like my shoulders were drooping… but it also meant that there were many opportunities for growth.

'South American Champions League…. I will be able to meet promising players from other countries.'

If there is a high-end buffet, this is it!

Talents that must be taken care of before leaving Brazil next year will undoubtedly be gathered there.

"And Woo Ho-young."

At that time, Carlos, who had finished mental education, called Hoyoung over.

"Yes, director."

"You should go out to the stands of the stadium."

"Why the bleachers?"

"I didn't say anything before the game for fear of being disturbed, but a customer from Korea came to visit. Hurry up and go. "There's still some time left to catch the bus."

"In Korea?"

There is no one to come, so who is coming?

Hoyoung went out to the stands.

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