052. The End Is Slowly In Sight(3)

The intense first half ended in a 1-0 score, contrary to the content of the game.

Of course, it was a very good game for Sao Paulo FC, both in terms of process and result.

Nevertheless, the home team locker room was quiet.

No one showed any signs of liking it.

Because it was such an important game, everyone had flushed faces and just focused on the second half that would come later.

"Whoa…"

Among them, the most enthusiastic player was the captain, Brenu, who was sitting in the corner with his eyes closed.

'Let's just focus on this. If I do well, I will win. If I do well…'

I encouraged myself like that and boosted my confidence.

Neymar looked like a monster in the first half, but he was able to block it well thanks to his confidence.

However, it was not yet time to relax.

No, it was more important from now on.

It is clear that Santos FC will come up with a solution.

Brenu knew deep in his bones the disaster that just one mistake could cause.

That's why I was calm.

I refined my mentality just like Woo Ho-young taught me.

It was right then.

"opinion."

"uh. I'm here."

It was Hoyoung who stopped by for encouragement.

"It's not that I know how to defend, but I'm still playing well enough. Thanks to this, the midfield became more relaxed and my physical burden was reduced."

"I'm glad that happened…"

"Oh and."

"huh?"

"Don't be too conscious of Neymar."

"huh…?"

Hoyoung continued.

"You have to keep your mind light and empty when playing soccer. "If you're in a hurry, it doesn't work out."

As Cha Beom-gon relayed exactly what he had said, Brenu's short hair stood up.

"okay. you can do it."

Winning mentality.

That's all I can take care of right now.

Brenu armed himself with that.

Hoyoung held out his fist.

"you can do it. "There are only 40 minutes left."

Nod.

Brenu nodded without saying a word.

'I'll say thank you after it's over.'

I really wanted to repay Hoyoung, who helped me out every time I was tired or tired.

As a good result.

'I will definitely achieve it.'

Brenu showed determination and determination.

Second half.

Santos FC, who needed to win before it was too late, came up with a new tactic.

By attacking Sao Paulo's flank, various attack routes were secured.

He brought back the lost flow and at the same time shook the spirit of Sao Paulo's defense.

"Wake!"

Hoyoung shouted, blood rising in his neck.

The right to attack was transferred to Santos.

counterattack.

Santos was united with a single determination to make the attack successful this time.

Gansu's accurate and sharp pass cleared Sao Paulo's backspace.

The teamwork of the triangle led by Neymar Gabigol Arthur began to show its full potential.

With simple movements that did not exceed two touches, we reached the penalty area before we knew it.

The guard caught the return pass.

At that moment, Casemiro, the first line of defense, went into check.

'Block it at all costs.'

But there were too many holes that needed to be plugged.

If you react just a little bit late, you will end up giving up whether it is a breakthrough or a pass.

'Let's focus.'

Memories of special training with Woo Ho-young over the past few months flashed by like a flash.

'can do.'

A glance.

Casemiro's eyes were so intense that they seemed to pierce the guard's face.

"Whew…"

Break through, shoot, or pass.

The guard looked worried.

Usually in these situations, their style was to pass to Neymar on the left.

Moreover, mid-range shooting had to be avoided.

We had already experienced several failures in the first half and there was not much time left, so we could not push ourselves any further.

That was why the guard sent a roving pass to the left.

however.

Cough!

At the same time as the guard took action, a tackle came in from diagonally behind him.

"Tsk!"

It was a tackle by Hoyoung, who moved down from the second line to the third line.

As a result, the guard's ball flew to the left side with a loud noise.

A golden opportunity was lost.

'shit. shit. shit!'

When the counterattack of conversion failed, the guard poured out as much anger as he was desperate.

Anger erupted from within.

'This is ridiculous.'

He is considered a top-tier midfielder in the U15 league.

However, since the first half, everything was blocked, whether it was passing or shooting.

Moreover, he endured rigorous training for today's game.

It felt like I was dying every day, but I wanted to give up, but I held on.

Just for today's game.

"…!"

But it's still too early to give up.

'He's still alive!'

There was a glimmer of hope left.

The ball flew to the side and ended up at Neymar's feet.

Percussion.

22 minutes in the second half.

Neymar caught the ball.

It is near the penalty area where he is strongest.

"Whoop."

Neymar caught the ball and let out a breath.

The eyes were as alive as a beast that had just opened its eyes in the wild.

Director Pamela's words came to mind.

Those are the words I heard in the visiting team's locker room right after the first half ended.

– Live up to the name.

It was a simple and clear statement, yet filled with deep meaning.

And it was just enough kindling to ignite Neymar's competitive spirit.

As the coach said, he was Neymar.

Neymar, who has made a name for himself in the region despite his young age, has already received an offer from Real Madrid.

The boy with that name came this far in no time thanks to his natural talent.

Even though I faced a challenge today, I just need to overcome it all.

Neymar was breathing heavily and shaking his body left and right with lively movements, like an angry bull.

One of his talents is body-fake.

His flexibility was unrivaled by anyone his age.

And the movement that resulted from it was truly close to the level of art.

It was at a level that left viewers amazed.

I couldn't even believe it when I saw that this was really the boy's level.

It was natural for the defense, who had to directly deal with whether to go left or right, to be distraught.

Moreover, the opponent is Brenu.

This meant that his level was much lower than that of Neymar.

'You can't be my opponent.'

Although Brenu is a mid-to-upper tier player in the league, he is a player who becomes infinitely smaller in the face of crack.

I knew that was a weakness because I had heard it over and over again from Director Pamela.

That was why Neymar focused his attention on Breno in the last game.

And Sao Paulo FC was thankful to have Breno play again.

'No problem this time either.'

I was overflowing with confidence.

All you have to do is dust off the sand.

Neymar tempted Breno and used a strong body fake.

however.

'What?'

He didn't move.

His eyes, which seemed as if they would pop out, were fixed on Neymar's feet, as if they were solid rocks, not budging.

'Then…'

There is only one answer.

Tuk.

Alkkagi.

The ball was pushed between Brenu's slightly spread legs.

Then he ran forward without looking back.

Of course I knew it would be successful.

'uh…?'

Neymar's face turned an earthy color.

Brenu's hastily closed legs blocked the ball.

"this…!"

Neymar couldn't believe it.

His face turned red and he tried to snatch the ball again, but the ball had already left Brenu's toes.

"Ah…"

'I can't even get through this guy?'

Neymar looked at Breno blankly and was lost in doubt.

Can a person change this much in a few months?

Of course, it seemed like I could break through as much as I wanted.

It was only blocked once, but it wasn't the end.

But that one time was gnawing away at Neymar's heart.

Impatience.

It crept up.

Afterwards, Santos FC continued to attack, but the results were dismal.

Neymar succeeded in breaking through Breno, but it did not lead to a goal.

Even central striker Gabigol lost momentum and wasted every chance.

As time passed, teamwork collapsed.

From passing to ball keeping, nothing was going right.

Afterwards, Sao Paulo took the lead.

Based on that, he created several attacking chances and made 3 effective shots in 20 minutes.

And 40 minutes into the second half.

Hoyoung, who had accumulated enough stamina thanks to the collapse of Santos FC, opened up an offensive path.

It was the last chance.

"Gagagagaga!!"

Oscar's voice rang out from behind me.

The shout of passion warmed Hoyoung's back and prompted him to rush to the right.

Now, I can tell where the ball is going to be given just by hearing his voice without having to see his face.

It was teamwork.

Pushy!

Oscar's pass crossed the grass roughly and rushed into the right back space.

It was that moment.

The eyes of all the spectators who visited the stadium were like moles.

Percussion!

The ball at the end of Hoyoung's toes stretched out very long.

Hit and run.

The ball speed was too fast to keep up, but Hoyoung's feet were just as fast.

storm.

That word was appropriate.

The gap between them began to widen so sharply that it seemed like the defenders who were running next to them were running backwards.

It was at that time that Hoyoung's solo performance began.

After crossing the halfway line and covering the 50-meter distance in an instant, there was only one goalkeeper left in front.

In a moment, a goalie weighing over 170 hurriedly ran out.

Their gazes met in the air.

However, unlike Hoyoung's confident eyes, the goalkeeper's gaze was extremely uneasy.

"Whoa…."

Immediately Hoyoung's body moved.

As my chest expanded, my right foot stretched out.

It was a dribble, not a shot.

Percussion!

The goalkeeper tried to follow with all four feet, but it was not enough.

'It's open.'

Wide open shooting angle.

In front of it, only an empty goalpost remained.

and.

Crash!

The ball went off Hoyoung's toes and filled the inside.

It was a key goal.

At the end of the second half.

Additional time of 3 minutes was given.

Santos FC raised the tempo to the extreme.

Even the defenders gave up on defense and moved into Sao Paulo's camp to join the attack.

But the miracle didn't happen.

This was because the eleven Sao Paulo FC players made a deliberate decision to set up a defensive wall.

There was no more hope for Santos FC.

There is at least a 1% chance of winning if there is at least a draw, but the dismal score of 2-0 has not changed.

Only 1 minute left.

Even Santos FC's goalkeeper ran onto the field and helped with the attack.

It was definitely a good attempt.

Once Sao Paulo's goal was closed, there was no dream.

And not long after, the referee's whistle sounded across the pitch.

It was the end of a long, long season and the moment when Sao Paulo FC's championship was confirmed.

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