051.The End Is Slowly In Sight(2)

"Beware of the guard's mid-range shots."

Just before kickoff, Hoyoung gave a tip to Casemiro, who plays defensive midfielder.

"Because he raised the line?"

"That's it, but that guy's shooting ability is really good."

Hoyoung, who was looking at the guard, spoke in a confident tone.

[Guardian]

Talents

-Soccer gifted (B+3)

-Excellent passing (B+2)

-Solid fundamentals (B)

-Powerful mid-distance shot (B-)

-(More)

(One talent available when the conditions are met ) (Condition 1: Win the game)

(Condition 2: Do not allow the guard's mid-range goal) If the opponent

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specialty is mid-range shooting, of course you have to be careful about mid-range shooting.

It was a natural thing.

'If I do well, I will be able to covet Neymar's talent at the same time.'

Neymar's soccer prodigy (S-) only needs to satisfy the hidden conditions.

The hidden condition was 'Win the National League Golden Ball'.

In other words, this was only possible if we won this round.

'you can do it.'

The boys of Sao Paulo FC, including Hoyoung, were showing their fighting spirit.

I don't know how much training I've done so far.

I was determined not to return home until I poured it all out.

Their fighting spirit shone through in the 10th minute of the first half.

"Hey hey."

The guard couldn't stand it anymore and threw a tantrum.

Every time he got a good opportunity, he attempted a bold mid-range shot, but instead of going to the goal, he was blocked by Casemiro every time.

I felt like I had been tricked into my head.

"Mr. A!"

In the end, the action he chose was to give a direct pass instead of a threatening mid-range shot.

To put it nicely, it was a direct pass, but in reality, it was no different from fake soccer.

Sao Paulo FC's tactical change began from there.

As Santos' ball distribution was cut off in the midfield, he took control of the loose midfield and began attacking the midfield with a 4-3-3 formation.

The vanguard was Woo Ho-young.

"run!"

Act 2 has opened.

After blocking the other person's throat, they finally opened their eyes.

White waves covered the field like water bursting from a faucet.

They were Sao Paulo FC players.

"go! Gaa! Gaaaa!"

At Hoyoung's shout, Douglas, who has good penetration and quick feet, advanced to the left front.

Below him, Hoyoung and Oscar exchanged passes several times, laying the foundation for the attack.

Santos FC players were taken aback by the untimely surprise attack.

Until now, the market share had been overwhelming, but the momentum was suddenly reversed, so it was inevitable.

Santos' defenders struggled and gave up space.

'slowly.'

Hoyoung, who caught the ball in the second line, held his breath and turned the ball.

Ji-gong (遲攻).

We developed the attack slowly and monitored the situation.

It is basic to look ahead by one move or two.

Like a craftsman who embroiders each stitch, he put in the effort to build up.

The characteristic of Sao Paulo FC's strategy was to play from the side to the center.

"Whoa…"

he breathed out, calmly taking control of the game.

It was a different style from the speedy tempo and aggressive attacks of the past.

This was to break down the barrier that the opponent had planned and prepared.

Double volanche.

We had to attack the two defensive midfielders who were firmly guarding Santos FC's first line of defense.

Santos FC took the lead with two defensive midfielders.

Renato is tasked with supporting the back four.

Motta acts as the first blocking line to block the opponent's attack.

Unspoken signals were exchanged between the two who had already settled down.

'Narrow the space and focus on blocking the ball. 'I'll cover the surprise breakthrough from behind.'

Renato's eyes said so.

The two had received special training from Coach Pamela until today's game.

Morning and lunch, we poured time and effort into preventing Woo Ho-young from making plays.

Now it was time to check the effect.

The feet of Motta, the first blocking line, were pointed forward.

Twitch.

Mota was so confident that the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

He countered Hoyoung's dribble with great vigor, as if he was telling him to come.

The eyes shone brightly.

He even felt excited in that brief moment.

In some ways, today's match was the best youth match in Brazil this season.

It was clear that scouts were coming from all over to watch the game.

However, if you catch Woo Ho-young, who is the leading scorer here, you will receive a lot of attention from them.

This was a golden opportunity.

'I can catch it.'

Motta's confidence came from self-confidence.

The last special training was the most intense I've ever had.

'How much training have you done against Neymar and Gabriel?'

At that moment, Mota's feet cautiously stretched out.

We maintained an appropriate distance and prepared for all situations.

'It's one of two breakthrough passes.'

Mota narrowed the space with Hoyoung and did not allow as many passing angles as possible.

All that remains is breakthrough.

All you have to do is stop it.

'Even if it breaks through, Renato is behind me.'

A safe situation in many ways.

Still, you never know.

As he was the first line of defense, he had to risk everything to stop them.

Tuk-tuk.

Hoyoung attempted to dribble briefly, but Mota held back.

I didn't put my foot in it carelessly and waited for the right time.

gulp.

After the ball was left behind, silence fell between the two.

Quiet steps.

one.

two.

And right then.

Hoyoung's stride suddenly widened.

Mota reacted immediately.

'Now!'

I've been watching Hoyoung Woo's play videos for the past few days to the point where I'm sick of it.

It was a motorada that was so engraved in my mind that even when I lay in bed with the lights off at night, it still lingered in my mind.

Mota has trained repeatedly to know the timing.

And now the motor has broken through without any help.

Percussion!

I thought I had blocked it, but I ended up allowing Hoyoung to break through for a moment.

Mota looked blankly at the back of Hoyoung walking away and expressed his anger.

"Holy shit!"

'Why can't I stop it even though I know about it?'

As the first blocking line, Motta, collapsed, Santos' defensive formation began to shake.

Now that things were like this, the only thing I could trust was Renato at the back.

'Henatu. please.'

Sure enough, Renato was running to block Hoyoung's breakthrough.

Renato's face was filled with solemnity.

'Block it unconditionally. must.'

Eyes full of determination to achieve it at all costs.

The momentum was good.

So it was a problem.

Whoop!

A whirlwind dribble followed by a genius individual skill.

Hoyoung passed by Renato simply as if he was exiting a high-pass toll gate.

"under."

Moments occurred one after another when I wondered if that made sense.

It was a breakthrough that turned Santos FC's special training into a waste of time.

With this, all that remains is the final line of defense.

Center back Felipe, who was beaten last time, stood in front of Woo Ho-young, crying and feeling like he was eating mustard.

But nothing changed.

'I can't stop it.'

Felipe was scared before he even tried it.

Director Pamela had set up two barricades in front of Felipe, who had been robbed once before, but those two had already become useless.

All we can do is hope for a fluke.

flinch!

Felipe stiffened as Hoyoung looked at him as if he was going to eat him.

It was an overwhelming force that came from the difference in skill.

'No…'

I tried to focus on defense, but it was already too late.

Hoyoung, using a body fake, successfully made the third breakthrough by pushing the ball between his legs.

Felipe's body, overcome with fear, could not react even to the slightest bit.

A being no better than a folding screen standing tall.

I was half-conscious, and while chasing after Hoyoung, my legs gave out and I fell.

His face looked like he was about to burst into tears at any moment.

'We're almost there.'

Hoyoung's feet finally came into the box and stopped.

For a brief moment, I turned my eyes in all directions to observe the situation.

The key to this tactic is to slowly turn the ball around while the front two move freely through space to break down the opponent's defensive formation.

Douglas on the left was doing it well.

One step to scoring.

As long as the finish was clear, there was a very high chance that it would lead to a score.

'It has to end clearly.'

Because it was an important game.

And at that moment, two defenders from both sides rushed at Hoyoung to steal the ball.

At the same time, Hoyoung's ankle turned to the right.

Percussion!

The ball was delivered to Oscar with an unmarked chance.

A situation was created where the shooting angle was completely open.

"…!"

But Oscar held back without shooting.

This is because the defenders who had lost their senses flocked to Oscar again.

A glance.

Oscar looked at Hoyoung.

After confirming that there was no mark, I immediately handed the ball over.

It was a roving pass kicked lightly with the tip of one's toe.

"…!"

Gulp.

Hoyoung's eyes flashed with the sound of drool flowing.

With sharp eyes, he stared at the ball falling on his waist and twisted his body with all his might.

Volley kick.

It was a shot that was completed with one touch without trapping.

My posture was a bit ambiguous, but I was confident.

This is because he has been refining the 'decent goal-scoring ability' that he wanted from Pato this season.

and.

Slosh!

As if in response, the net shook violently.

"Uuuuuuuuu!"

Hoyoung, who scored, let out a thunderous shout and threw an uppercut over his head.

"Wow!!"

Hot emotions surged out like lava exploding.

As it was an important game, the pressure was weighing on me, but I did not show it outwardly for fear of damaging the team atmosphere.

But now it has finally been removed.

We've only just scored the first goal, but…

'It's definitely different from the last game.'

The anxiety had completely disappeared.

But you must not let your guard down.

The game has just reached its second half, and the clock on the field has not yet turned halfway.

"Woo!"

It was around this time that Oscar, who recorded an assist, ran over and hugged Hoyoung.

"go back! "Go back and fix the line!"

Hoyoung's voice filled the field.

There was mixed excitement between both teams due to one goal.

Even after the first goal, Sao Paulo calmly led the game, led by Hoyoung, and killed Santos' hasty attack.

The game was played leisurely so as not to give up the right to attack.

Nevertheless, the game went quite tightly.

Neymar's movements were still fierce and had enough destructive power to shake up the entire game.

Likewise, Hoyoung also occasionally showed reckless play.

I was impressed by his restraint and not overdoing it.

In general, young people often overuse their special skills due to the pressure of having to show something.

A sudden change of direction or a mid-range shooting skill, etc.

There are more than one player who went bankrupt after overdoing it.

But Hoyoung was different.

Unlike a young player, he was self-controlled and showed explosiveness only when a breakthrough was needed.

'It means that he has a good understanding of the economic flow.'

This was the thought of a middle-aged man watching the game from the stands.

Kerles Rexach.

The Spaniard thought he could see glimpses of Zidane's younger days in Hoyoung and Michael Ballack's ability to dominate the game.

That is, if you pay generously.

'The number of breakthroughs exceeded 9 times in 30 minutes in the first half.'

It was surprising that Santos FC only gave up one goal.

'I found something unexpected.'

Kerles Rexach had recently come to Sao Paulo to observe Pato and Neymar.

However, instead of Neymar, another boy's name was listed in the report he was currently writing.

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Report player: Woo Ho-young

Overall rating: Very good Extraordinary

Top speed: 10

Acceleration: 10

On the ball: 9.5

Off the ball: 9.5

Agility: 8.5

Jumping power: 7

Mental state

Mental strength: 10

Patience: 10

Concentration: 10

Selfishness: None

Personality:

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As reported, Rexach was deeply impressed by Hoyoung's play.

'Even though he's Asian, he's capable of growing into a world class player.'

It was like going to dig for rough stones because it was a market day and discovering a brilliantly shining gem.

It's true, the stands were filled with many scouts other than Rexach, and they were busy writing reports every time Hoyoung caught the ball.

Guards Neymar and Gabigol, who should have been in the spotlight, took a backseat.

"This is so embarrassing."

Carles Rexach, the technical director who took Lionel Messi to Barcelona four years ago.

He started to get anxious without even realizing it.

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