099. Crazy Dog Is As Good As A Stick(3)

099. A crazy dog is as good as a stick (3)

The man's name is Pep Guardiola.

The Catalan native was a former soccer player who is considered one of Barcelona's legends.

Immediately after retirement, he was appointed as the manager of the Barcelona B team, and his career as a manager was going well, with 2 wins and 2 draws in the last 4 games.

However, the reason I visited Anoeta Stadium today was none other than the league match against Castile in December.

Although there were still three months left, Guardiola planned to prepare thoroughly by watching all of Castile's games in person as time allowed.

Because it was such an important game.

'We must win.'

The reason Guardiola paid so much attention to the Castilla game was not to secure a top spot in the league.

That's right.

'President Laporta.'

Barcelona's president Laporta was on the verge of collapsing from a fire.

While the first team, which formed the Fantastic Four, was struggling to use its strength, Castilla's Woo Ho-young was receiving a lot of criticism from public opinion due to his outstanding performance.

In addition, Real Madrid's media play made Laporta faint.

It was natural to seek out alcohol every night.

Limit.

First, the fire had to be put out urgently.

So the card I pulled out was Barcelona B team.

If they beat Castile and catch Woo Ho-young, they will be able to calm the public sentiment of Barcelona socios a little.

'This is an opportunity.'

A series of bad news.

But if we overcome this crisis, we might receive a huge reward.

'If I catch Castilla…'

And if first team coach Rijkaard is fired, there is a high probability that he will be the next leader of the first team.

That's why I focused all my attention on the Castile game.

Beating Castilla once was more important than getting 10 wins from another team.

Guardiola's gaze turned to the middle of the field.

Woo Ho-young makes Real Sociedad crazy with his constant movement.

I stared at him with sharp eyes and set out to find a solution to deal with him.

The first half was a dynamic game.

The two teams, who were given the title Real by King Alfonso

However, as time passed, Castile seemed to be losing ground little by little.

No matter how famous Real Madrid was, its reserve team had limitations.

Regardless of the thin player base, there was a big difference in experience.

Real Sociedad is currently in the second division, but no matter what anyone says, they were a prestigious team in the Basque Country.

There is a precedent of losing two games in a row in the first division.

Moreover, in the 2002-03 season, they took second place in the league with Xabi Alonso at the forefront.

Even a toothless tiger should never be taken lightly.

Kovacevic, who had been humiliated by Hoyoung at the kick-off 15 minutes ago, had regained his confidence and was showing off his skills to the fullest.

As expected, he devastated the Castilian defense with his veteran skills.

[Real Sociedad came out with a 3-4-3 formation. The midfield is slightly down. In fact, it can be seen as a six-back.]

[Does this mean that you will focus on defense?]

[That's right. Because of the 3-4-3 formation structure, there are major weaknesses in the midfield and flanks, right? However, Coach Coleman placed a physically strong player in midfield. The goal is to offset their weaknesses through forward pressure and take advantage of numerical superiority in all areas of the field. Ultimately, the intention is to shake up the space behind Castile through one long pass. because? Kovacevic's air superiority is outstanding. Indeed, it can be seen as a tactic worthy of a manager from England.]

[You have incorporated England into your tactics?]

[That's right. It's a long shot.]

2007.

Spanish soccer had a strong tendency to kill space and focus on short passes.

A style that narrows the distance between players and uses a narrow playing field.

Sometimes, the defensive line is kept very tight, like a flock of sheep.

That is why players with excellent dribbling and individual skills are in the spotlight in Spain.

As a result, flashy individual skills and beautiful passing plays are often featured, and some say that this is the most soccer-like type of soccer.

But the important thing here is that Coleman incorporated British style into it.

In other words, speed and powerful attack power were incorporated into the strategy.

In fact, Sociedad was seeing the effectiveness of the tactic.

Castile's young players were gradually pushed out, and soon the lead in the first and third lines was handed over to Sociedad.

What remains are 2 lines.

'That's a problem over there.'

Coach Coleman's eyes turned to Sociedad's camp.

Castile's second term.

Woo Ho-young was overcoming the numerical inferiority with excellent positioning and line coordination.

"hmm."

It was hard to believe it.

This is because controlling an area was not a matter of skill alone.

'Presence.'

right.

Woo Ho-young's presence protects the narrow space of the second line.

This was due to the weight that could be felt just by looking at it.

'I'm embarrassed.'

This wasn't a joke, this was real.

It's something you have to be born with, not something you learn from someone.

Something that can never be achieved through effort.

Aura.

Only then did Coleman feel it.

It feels like there is a huge rock sitting in the middle of the second line.

'It's a feeling of weight I've felt many times.'

Coleman, who is in his fifth year as a coach this year, was able to feel it clearly because he was a defender who played in the EPL until then.

A heavy and solid aura like Desailly of Chelsea.

I wondered if Desailly's childhood had been like that.

'If they are holding on so tightly, an area is being taken over.'

Is this body really born for soccer?

I was very impressed by his natural talent.

'How on earth are there guys like that?'

It happens more often than you might think for a coach to admire a player from the opposing team during a game.

However, it rarely happens that it goes too far and makes you look away for a moment.

But that was the situation right now.

'this.'

In the blink of an eye, the flow of the game became a mess.

[The flow between the defenders and midfielders is interrupted. It's because of Woo Ho-young, who is busy in the meantime. It feels like Sociedad's attack, which should be powerful, is not concentrated and is scattering in all directions.]

[Coach Coleman's tactics seem to have become poisonous. Now that things are like this, the only answer is Direct Pass, right? Or at least boldly abandon the British style from now on.]

Coach Coleman had no choice but to lower the offensive line and strengthen the midfield.

It was a situation where it was impossible to say which team had the advantage.

A game unfolded where it was impossible to predict even an inch ahead.

Toss and toss.

A tug-of-war without compromise continued throughout the first half.

The balance was broken in the 41st minute, just before the end of the first half.

The main character was Castile.

"You're coming! Close the gap further!"

Mikel Aranburu, who is in charge of Sociedad's third term, raised his voice.

This is because Hoyoung's play was changing drastically.

Indeed, Aranburu, with his sharp eyes and excellent observation skills, grasped the situation in a short period of time.

'It's about creating chances using foot skills.'

Ho-Young Woo was dragging the ball in a narrow area and toying with Sociedad's midfielders.

It was a movement that clearly showed what was going on.

'Suddenly changing your play style… is obvious.'

The intention is to create a chance by surprising timing just before the end of the first half.

It was clear to Aranburu.

'Let's be careful… his foot skills are among the best in the second division.'

Even if Asians were ignored, Woo Ho-young was never ignored.

Hoyoung was a player who had already proven his skills through records, so he knew very well that letting down his guard would be neither porridge nor bread.

Aranburu concentrated.

'Don't get caught. This is a guy who enjoys playing by instantly opening the shooting angle and hitting a mid-range shot. 'Focus, focus.'

As expected, even though the brain waves are different, something is different.

Although he lacked physical strength for a defensive midfielder, Aranburu had a keen sense of soccer.

He then stepped in front of Woo Ho-young to block the left and right shooting angles.

Of course it was a good idea.

If you approach it from a general way of thinking.

but.

Hoyoung didn't stop moving, as if he was laughing at that idea.

He proved it with his actions.

That thought is clearly a miscalculation.

"Kek."

A dazzling display of footwork unfolding right in front of you.

Hoyoung seduced Aranburu by moving his upper body and legs as if performing a trick.

A personal story that cannot be traced with the eyes.

It was so deceptive that I couldn't help but pass over it.

In that brief moment, Aranburu instinctively put her foot in, as if she had stumbled into the world of beauty.

This is because I thought it was perfect tackle timing.

'This is definitely a breakthrough!'

is a delusion.

It was actually a fake.

Fake a missed leg.

Tap tap.

Hoyoung pulled the ball back at the timing when his foot came in, simultaneously opening up the opposite angle.

It was truly art.

His fluid movements with a sense of rhythm and his handling of the ball were very precise.

Even if Neymar came from two years ago, he is at a level where he could be asked to teach him a lesson.

Aranburu, who lost his timing, hurriedly turned around, but it was already too late.

Because the sound of shooting was already echoing in the air.

Cough!

The ball left Woo Ho-young's foot and flew into the goal without hesitation.

At that moment, Aranburu's heart sank.

In that brief moment, all he could do was believe in the goalkeeper and pray.

And for an instant, Aranburu's face turned bright red as if the prayer had worked.

The heavy shot was blocked by the goalkeeper's punch.

But even for a moment.

His complexion hardened, and was immediately covered with astonishment.

"her."

Bad luck too.

Didn't the second ball, which was blocked by a punch, fall at Hoyoung's feet again?

Defenders nearby rushed to stop Hoyoung, but the bus had already left.

Hoyoung made a concise trapping and this time he hit a strong shot.

Grumble!

The ball hit exactly on the instep and was sucked into the right corner of the goal.

It was a shot that was mind-blowing just by looking at it.

The players who are watching this in person at the stadium must be appalled.

It was a scene so refreshing that I couldn't get out without screaming.

"Whoaaaaaaa!"

A loud noise erupted from the expedition box located on the west side.

What a long-awaited goal this is!

It was even more impressive because the goal was scored just before the end of the first half.

As if an uprising had occurred, Castile's supporters stood up and shouted Hoyoung's name in unison.

"Wo Woo!"

"Wo Wo Woo!!"

As a group, they celebrated their score by chanting Hoyoung's name as if possessed by a monkey.

It was only the end of the first half, but it felt like we had already won.

"¡Vamos Castilla!"

Hoyoung, who scored the first goal, was able to end the first half with praise from the fans.

On the other hand, Aranburu's face looked rotten.

'What's wrong? I'm sure I handled it correctly.'

Anyone can see that Aranburu's response was good.

However, if it was a defeat, it did not take into account Hoyoung's irregular play.

In the end, the home team had to end the first half with the first goal.

A torrent of swear words poured out from the audience.

"Those idiots."

"Aren't you embarrassed that you can't even beat the reserve team!"

Real Sociedad supporters.

If it were like last year, they would have comforted the players by sending encouragement, but the atmosphere was not good because the team had already been relegated to the second division.

It was natural that the fans were furious.

In the end, Kovacevic and Aranburu, who could not do anything, had to return to the locker room while receiving various curses.

Soon, harsh insults broke out in the home team's locker room.

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