Chapter 23：CHAPTER 52 - Slow end (3)

The first half, which was fierce, ended up with a one-on-one, unlike the match.

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

Nevertheless, the home locker room was quiet.

Nobody seemed to like it.

It was such an important game that everyone was concentrating on the second half of the game with a brief reminder.

"after·········."

The most enthusiastic player was Captain Brenu, who was sitting in the corner with his eyes closed.

'Let's just concentrate on this. If you do it well, you win. If I'm good at it ······ '

I read myself and raised confidence.

Neymar in the first half seemed like a monster, but he managed to stop it well thanks to his confidence.

But that wasn't the stage yet.

No, it was even more important from now on.

It's clear that Santos comes out with a solution.

Brenu knew deeply what a disaster would be caused by just one mistake.

So calm.

Woo Ho-young taught her how to do it.

It was then.

"opinion."

"uh. I'm here."

It was a good return for encouragement.

"I don't know how to defend, but I'm doing well enough now. Because of this, the midfield is relaxed and I have less physical burden. "

"If so, I'm glad."

"Oh and."

"Huh?"

"Don't be too conscious of Neymar."

"Huh······?"

Ho Young said.

"You have to empty your mind as much as you play soccer. I can't do it quickly. "

As Chabum-gon said, Brenu's short hair rose up.

"Yes. you can do it."

Winning mentality.

The only thing you can get right now is that.

Brenu was armed with it.

Hoyoung made a fist.

"you can do it. Only 40 minutes left. "

Nod.

Brenou nodded silently.

'I'll say after thank you'.

Whenever I was tired and tired, I wanted to reward Ho-young who attracted me in front of me.

As a good result.

'I must do it.'

Brenu was determined to be determined.

2nd half.

Santos FC, who had to watch the game before it was too late, came out with a new tactic.

By attacking the side of Sao Paulo, he secured various attack paths.

At the same time, the spirit of the Sao Paulo defenders was shaken.

"Wake!"

Hoyoung screamed with a pit on his neck.

The attack was handed over to Santos.

counterattack.

Santos is united in his obsession with making the attack successful.

The guard's precise and sharp path penetrated Sao Paulo's backspace.

Triangular flight of Neymar, Gavigol and Arthur began to be exercised for 10 minutes.

A concise movement that does not go over two-touch reached a penalty area.

The guard caught the return pass.

At that time, the first stop line Kasemiru entered the check.

'Stop unconditionally.'

But too many holes to block.

If you respond a little late, it will give you a break or pass.

'Let's concentrate.'

In the past few months, the memory of special training with Woo Ho-young passed like a horse.

'can do.'

At a glance.

The eyes of Kasemiru pierced the guard's face, showing intense eyes.

"Hou ..."

Dolphin, shoot or pass.

The guard looked worried.

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

Moreover, medium-range shots were to be avoided.

Since he had already failed several times in the first half, he had no time left and could not afford it anymore.

That's why the guard raised the roving pass to the left.

By the way.

Cuckoo!

While the guard took action, a tackle came in behind the diagonal.

"큭!"

Ho Young's tackle came down from line 2 to line 3.

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

The golden chance flew away.

'Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!'

When the conversion counterattack failed, the guard poured out as much anger as he had been.

Tantrum burst out from the inside.

'This is ridiculous.'

He's the top midfielder in the U15.

But from the first half all the time, pass and shooting was blocked.

Moreover, I endured harsh training for today's game.

It was hard to die day by day, and I wanted to give up, but I was able to hold up.

Right today, for the game.

"···!"

But it was still early to give up.

'I'm still alive!'

The hope remained.

The ball flew to the side, underneath Neymar's feet.

Percussion.

Late 22 minutes.

Neymar caught the ball.

Near the penalty area, where he is the strongest.

"Foo."

Neymar caught the ball and breathed out once.

The eyes were alive like birds of prey who opened their eyes in the wild.

In his head, Pamela's words came to mind.

That was heard in the expedition locker room immediately after the first half ended.

-Name it.

Simple, clear, but deep meaning was the word.

And it was enough to burn Neymar's desire to fight.

According to the director, he was Neymar.

Neymar, who had made a name for the area despite his young age, was already offered by Real Madrid.

The boy of that name came up here at once with a natural gift.

Although I'm in trouble today, I'll stop if I overcome anything.

Neymar breathed roughly like an angry bull and shook his body from side to side with lively movements.

One of his organs, Body-fake.

There was tremendous flexibility in this age.

And the movement that comes from it is near art.

The viewers were admirable.

It's incredible to see if this is the boy's level.

Whether it's going to the left or to the right, it's only natural for the defense to face it.

Moreover, the opponent is Brenu.

Neymar was a level far below.

'My opponent can't.'

Brenu goes to the top middle in the league, but he's getting smaller in front of Crack.

I knew that it was a weakness because I heard from sister Pamela.

That's why Neymar was keen on Brenu in the last match.

And Sao Paulo FC thankfully brought Brenu back.

'No problem this time.'

I couldn't have overflowed.

If it's dusty, stop it.

Neymar seduced Brenu and threw a body fake.

By the way.

'어쭈.'

He did not move.

Like a solid rock, it does not bounce, but the eyes that protrude are holding eyes on Neymar's feet.

'if so···.'

The answer is one.

Took.

I know.

The ball was pushed through Brenu's legs.

Then I didn't look back and ran forward.

Of course I knew I would succeed.

'uh···?'

Neymar's face turned earthy.

Brenu's legs were hurriedly blocked the ball.

"this······!"

Neymar was incredible.

The face was reddish and tried to steal the ball, but the ball had already left Brenu's toe.

"Ah······."

'I can't penetrate one of these?'

Looking at Brenu blankly, Neymar was questioned.

Can people be so different in a few months?

Of course, if you can penetrate as much as possible.

It was only once blocked, but this was not the end.

But one time he was eating Neymar's heart.

Hurry up.

It came up with a gear.

Afterwards, the Santos FC flew onslaught, but the results were bleak.

Neymar succeeded in breaking Brenu but did not score.

With the momentum of the central striker Gavigol, the chances were blown away.

Over time, teamwork collapsed.

There was nothing right from the pass to ball keeping.

Subsequent initiative was taken by Sao Paulo.

He made several chances of attacking him and made three effective shots in 20 minutes.

And late 40 minutes.

Thanks to the collapse of Santos FC, Ho Young, who had enough energy, opened the attack lane.

It was the last chance.

"Kagagagaga !!"

Oscar's voice rang behind her back.

The shout of enthusiasm led to the hot rushing of the back and rushed to the right.

Now, without seeing the face, I could know where to throw the ball just by listening to my voice.

It was teamwork.

Push this!

Oscar's pass rushes across the grass into the right back space.

It was that moment.

Percussion!

The ball across the foot of Ho-young stretched very long.

Hit and run.

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

storm.

The word was eligible.

The gap between them started to widen so much that the defenders who were playing alongside were running backwards.

It was then that Ho Young's solo began.

He quickly crossed the half-line 50 meters away, and there was only one goalkeeper ahead.

In a moment, more than 170 Golley ran hurriedly.

They were confronted by their gaze and air.

However, unlike the eyes of Ho-young, confident, the goalkeeper's eyes were insecure.

"Houwoo…"

Immediately, Roh Young's body moved.

At the same time the right foot was extended as the chest expanded.

It was dribbling, not shooting.

Percussion!

The goalkeeper followed on all fours, but it was not enough.

'Opened.'

Wide shooting angle.

In front of it was only an empty goal post.

And.

Cheongung!

Hoyoung's toes filled the ball.

It was a wedge bone.

Late in the end.

An additional time of 3 minutes was given.

Santos FC raised the tempo to extremes.

With the defenses abandoned, even defenders were taken to Sao Paulo's camp and joined the attack.

But no miracle happened.

It was because eleven Sao Paulo players decided to build a defensive barrier.

There was no more hope for Santos FC.

At least draw to make a 1% chance of winning, but the dark score of 2-0 did not change.

Only 1 minute remaining.

Santos' goalkeeper jumped into the field to help attack.

Apparently the attempt was good.

São Paulo's once closed goal wasn't even a dream.

Soon after, the referee's whistle rang out on the pitch.

At the end of the long and long season, it was the moment that the championship of São Paulo FC was confirmed.