110. I Am The Crazy One In The Area(3)

110. I'm the crazy one in this area (3)

Midway through the first half.

'If it comes out like this…'

Juan Roman had to find a solution now that he was dragged down to 2-0 without being able to do anything.

It was a game where points had to be taken at all costs.

Regardless of whether they win or draw, Celta Vigo needed to earn points in this game to at least aim for promotion.

Promotion tickets for the 07/08 season are given directly to 1st-3rd place without a separate playoff.

Therefore, they had to be in the top 3, but considering the current league situation, Celta Vigo had plenty of potential.

Even if we lost, we had to get one point even if we had to draw.

Director Juan, who had been thinking hard, turned his head to the side.

It was not an easy fight.

At first, I took a hit in the psychological game, but I still thought it would be an easy match.

But when I opened the lid, I thought this wasn't quite right.

His strategy was to score 3 points for every 2 points, but even after 25 minutes, there was no news of the score being reduced.

It was hard to believe as we had thoroughly prepared for today's game.

As expected, Celta Vigo's offensive line was more than capable of beating Castile's defensive line.

30-year-old Javi Guerrero and Bulgarian striker Vladimir Manchev were an attacking duo that hovered among the top ranks in the league.

And Diego Costa, who was on loan from Atletico Madrid, was a prospect in the midst of growth, but this season, as the prospect wind blew, he was on a high-flying path.

But today the attack hardly worked.

But is the opposing defender good?

That wasn't it again.

'It's not a player problem.'

In Juan's opinion, this was a matter of tactics.

Modern soccer is like a war of occupation, and winning or losing a battle depends on how important a position you occupy.

And Celta Vigo was now deprived of an important position.

Right between the two sides and the center.

This was the area where most scoring opportunities originated.

To put it simply, it is a strategic location.

It was a base where you could go to the center at any time or take a step back and run to the side.

Currently, Castile was dominating the area with the top two consisting of Woo Ho-young and Callejon.

In particular, a player who moves busily in the first line and constantly manages space.

'Woo Ho-young.'

This time too, Woo Ho-young.

Although his position was simply that of a striker, he was actually responsible for an enormous amount of responsibility.

I thought it was just a goal scorer, but it was just a smokescreen operation.

'They put a double device on it.'

Hoyoung Woo and Callejon close the gap and dominate the area, with fullbacks on both sides backing it up.

That's the tactic Castile came up with.

It was a tactic that was both practical and clearly tactical.

'This is not Mandiya's style. 'Who was your inspiration?'

The Mandilla that Juan Roman remembers did not have a very high level of tactical understanding.

However, it was not that he had a high level of intelligence regarding soccer or that he had outstanding talent in soccer.

His strengths were his soccer sense and accepting attitude.

Sometimes there are coaches who are stuck in their own football philosophy and do not listen to others, but Mandya was the opposite.

When I was a tactical coach at Juvenil, I actively reflected the team captain's opinions.

This was due to Mandya's educational philosophy that brain development is as important as technical skills for soccer players.

That's why Juan couldn't understand at all.

How did he come up with such an anomalous tactic when his only advantage was that?

'Hmm… I guess I brought in a useful tactical coach.'

Swish.

Thinking like that, Juan shifted his gaze to the field.

Castile's players were seen playing soccer like machines, as if they were measuring with a ruler, and making a profit.

Juan was lost in thought.

'You have to disturb me. Even if the midfield is a little shaken… I'll try to join the fight first.'

To gain one, you must boldly give up one.

That's why we fired back.

Coach Juan pointed to the number 3 with his left hand and twisted his wrist.

Then, the players' movements began to change one by one.

Especially Diego Costa at central striker.

His movements were unusual.

It was a signal foreshadowing a mud fight.

[Celta Vigo changes the 4-3-3 formation. As the wing forwards crowded into the center, the gap in the midfield widened.]

Harvey Guerrero and Vladimid Manchev narrowed the gap and gave strength to the center.

It was a move to recapture the occupied territory.

[This is my determination not to back down from the fight for position. This means that we will launch an onslaught throughout the entire region.]

[But there will be a vacuum in the midfield, right? If central midfielder Jorge Larena cannot cover the left and right sides, an irreparable hole will be created.] [

Yes, but it still seems possible. Larena has very good stamina and appears to be in good condition. If we keep doing this, we can turn the tide.]

Jorge Larena.

The 25-year-old was a man of steel-like stamina who played in the midfield of Celta Vigo.

He covered the midfield with his excellent activity level, bringing vitality to Celta Vigo's tactics.

And it even saved Diego Costa's movements.

Pow!

Costa, standing tall in the center, pushed Castile's central defenders away like a bulldozer with a violent struggle.

Mateos and Sergio were helpless as they were 188 centimeters tall.

Costa, as expected of a Brazilian, did not have a very good mentality, and it was even worse on the pitch.

Some say that he enjoys fighting with opposing defenders.

Sure enough, he was enjoying this moment.

Even though he was bleeding profusely like a bull in a bullring, he was smiling.

Because this was the soccer he wanted.

The winner was Costa in the end.

Costa, who dominated key areas against Mateos and Sergio, began to take advantage of various advantages.

Director Juan Roman's cattle herding operation worked.

And it soon asked for the results.

Costa instantly penetrated into the back space and created a one-on-one opportunity.

The situation is almost similar to Woo Ho-young's scoring scene.

Although goalkeeper Adan struggled, Costa's goal scoring ability was top-notch.

Crash!

Costa, who overcame the defense and succeeded in scoring, roared like a lion.

"You bastards!"

Celta Vigo, who were losing 2-1, had nothing to say, but Costa looked confident.

It was truly a manly ceremony.

Afterwards, he made fun of Mateos and Sergio with a strange expression on his face.

"Are your lips dry? You better relax. "It's just the beginning."

Uh-huh, he let out a harsh laugh and left for the halfway line.

There was absolutely no turning back.

Yes.

Diego Costa was crazy to begin with.

He was a player who was born with the temperament of a crazy person, and acquired that temperament as a crazy person.

Although his temperament was not yet in full bloom, its intensity was becoming increasingly severe as his skills increased.

It wasn't for nothing that I was later called a scoundrel and a scumbag on the field.

But that wasn't the only downside.

No, rather, he was a player with far more strengths.

Because it was an excellent attack resource for our allies.

Although he sometimes got into trouble, he was a player with clear skills and potential.

He was also the owner of tremendous genius.

This was evident just by looking at the fact that it had only been three years since he learned soccer properly.

And as if to prove it, Costa scored additional goals one after another.

[Diego Costa! Successfully scores once again through space penetration! As expected, the battle between spears unfolds! I think this might be the most entertaining game of the week.]

[Both teams played well. With this, Diego Costa scored his 18th goal of the season, paving the way to move up to 3rd place on the scoring record.]

Coach Juan's counter strategy worked.

At the end of the first half.

A dangerous moment came as central midfielder Jorge Larena's stamina gradually declined, but Pinto's fantastic saves helped avert the crisis.

The first half ended in a 2-2 draw.

After about 15 minutes of halftime.

The second half went in a similar fashion.

However, what was different compared to the first half was that the game became somewhat loose as each team's midfielders lost stamina.

After all, they were not Makelele or Gattuso.

Moreover, he was a second-division leaguer, not a first-division leaguer.

It was difficult to perfectly execute these tactics for 90 minutes.

In the end, the once brilliant game began to slow down as the sense of speed slowed down.

This became more noticeable as time went by, and by the middle of the game, Hoyoung moved down to the attacking midfielder and began to refine his game.

It was from then on that Celta Vigo's momentum began to wane.

"Shit."

Diego Costa, who felt a sense of crisis as the possession ratio grew to 4 to 6, screamed loudly.

"hey! Larena! Don't crawl, run! "I'm going to lose like this!"

Costa was so passionate that it was believable to even say he was a captain.

Desire to win.

He never wanted to lose.

'I can't lose to a kid like that.'

His pride wouldn't allow it.

It wasn't anything like racism.

Whether it's Woo Ho-young, Bojan or even Messi.

It didn't matter to Costa who the opponent was.

Costa was born to win.

Defeat was not in his dictionary.

Even if the team lost, he had to win.

"Whoop."

Costa, the youngest member of the team, was breathing heavily and showed a will to compete that was better than anyone else's.

'Be prepared.'

It was not long after that.

Beep!

[Mario referee! Run over and warn Diego Costa!]

[This is appropriate action. Even though it's a home game, it's enough to warrant a yellow card. You hit me in the chest with your elbow. It wouldn't have been strange if a red card had been given.]

[It seems referee Mario decided it wasn't intentional.]

31 minutes into the second half.

This happened when Castilla's Tebar was about to pass a forward pass when Diego Costa, who came down to check the midfield, hit him with his elbow.

Although it happened during a fight for the ball, I was not sure that it was intentional at all.

That's why referee Mario gave a yellow card.

As a result, Castilla was able to win a free kick 35 meters away from the goal.

The kicker is….

[Ah, Castilla is replacing a player while the game is paused for a moment. Left midfielder Gorka was left out and took his place…]

The player who was brought into the stadium was a young-looking blond boy.

However, his size is comparable to that of Costa.

Soon his name appeared on the electronic display board.

[IN 17. Marcos Alonso]

Jersey number 17.

Marcos Alonso, 17 years old.

Today was his second division debut.

Although he had already played professionally in the 4th division with Real Madrid C, playing in the 2nd division felt different.

[This is a bold choice by Director Juan. It will be a very meaningful day for Marcos.]

[That's right. The reason Coach Juan brought in Marcos was probably to establish him as a free kick kicker. Marcos recorded two assists in the fourth division last month. In a corner kick situation.]

Marcos Alonso.

His left foot kick was at a level that would be at the top level even if he were placed in the second division right away.

That was the reason why he, who had just stepped onto the pitch, stepped up as a free kick kicker.

[But he looks nervous.]

[I guess so. Your shoulders will be heavy. I have no choice but to encourage my fellow seniors.]

Marcos, who was entrusted with an important task upon his league debut, breathed into his hands.

Even though it wasn't that cold, his hands were red.

Seeing that, Hoyoung ran over and spoke to me.

"Marcos!"

"Hoyoung."

"I think it would be better to kick the ball a little further outside the opposite goal post as instructed by the coach. Celta Vigo guys are completely obsessed with Callejon. "The problem is that they are too tall."

"Catch me in the middle?"

"We have to be open to as many possibilities as possible. "Miguel and I will act as bait on both sides."

"okay."

When Marcos nodded his stiff face, Hoyoung took off his gloves and handed them to Marcos.

"I didn't know you were going to compete today? "You should always be prepared."

"Thank you, Hoyoung."

"Have confidence. You always succeeded during practice. It doesn't matter even if I deviate from the track. In the remaining time, I will somehow score a comeback goal. "Don't feel pressured."

"Yes, thank you."

Marcos nodded slightly and squinted his right eye.

Afterwards, he took a step and prepared to kick, and in the meantime, Hoyoung took his place near the penalty area.

Diego Costa came right there with a scary look on his face.

The game has reached its climax.

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