Chapter 37：CHAPTER 66 - Legend of France (10)

Somehow, it was good to go to bed last night, but Laurent did not stop laughing.

It was only a one-point lead, but what was important was that there was no sign of survival in Korea.

Just one more goal to defend and stop locking.

At the start of the second half, France came out with a flat 4-4-2 tactic.

The main purpose was to use a fast winger to cross-side attack.

The weakness was clear as it was the most basic formation, but Laurent prepared a detailed tactic and turned the downside into an advantage.

As a result, South Korea came out with 4-3-3 as a counter tactic.

It was a patch.

Park Kyung-woong, a tactician contender, was rotting outside the pitch.

The frustrating game was running.

The two teams seemed to share half of their share in the studio, but from a practical point of view France was overwhelming.

One day, however, Korean attacks began to rise a little.

The beginning of the change was Woo Young.

Percussion!

As soon as Ho-young hit the ball and ran, the fight came in from the side.

It was Musa Sissoko.

Since the beginning of the second half, he has been chasing every time Ho-young attacks, and using the giant's body to shoot him.

This time too.

Sissoko ran quickly to fight.

The reason was self-evident.

I don't think you're going to blow the whistle anymore, except Tina, who uses hand or cramps.

In fact, it has been so far.

That's why he was able to win 2-0 against Germany in the second leg of the group stage.

Determination of one-sided home advantage.

Sissoko has already done well since then not to do as a sports player.

He believed in a generous referee to the host country, and he had committed a small foul without knowing it.

More contact than necessary was the basic, and actions that should be given warnings, such as violent struggles beyond shoulder charging.

All Sisoko received was a yellow card before Germany.

In other words, it was a violation of sportsmanship.

It's a player's ability to use home advantage.

Sissoko was using it very cleverly.

The same was true at this moment.

Fuzzy!

When the game dries up because of Woo Ho-young, I can't stand it.

By the way.

"··· ?!"

I did not fall.

'what!'

Woo Ho-young, who knew how to fall, stood up with a sense of balance.

'why?'

It was a question.

I didn't push all the way, but I should have rolled down the floor normally.

'So hard like this.'

The reason was simple.

Ho-young had a "black innate muscle (B-)" obtained from Sako Mamadu.

In other words, it makes the body of Hoyeong stronger.

Without knowing, Sissoko could not hide his embarrassment.

You should hit it with power if you hit it. Let's leave it somewhere.

With that look, Ho-young said.

"What the fuck?"

The fight began in earnest.

Is this a picture when a rabbit and a leopard meet on the field?

Anxious black panther became frantic and chased the rabbit's tail.

But it was not a good return.

He was four years older than Ho-young and physically superior Sissoko, but Ho-young had things he didn't have.

At first, Hoshio was a promising thorough learner.

There was the most extreme difference, and Ho-young's versatility and football intelligence played a part.

Of course, Sissoko wasn't so bad.

I just didn't have to play soccer because I thought physical was so good.

And because the habit was soaked since childhood, it became like this.

Since then, Sissoko has been engrossed in catching the good, forgetting what I have to do.

That was exactly what Ho Young was hoping for, while Seok Hyung-joon and Lee Cheong-ryong finally did it.

Yeah!

It was a tie in the middle of the second half.

'Yes, this is Brazilian soccer!'

Flexibility to loosen the opponent's tight tactics.

It was part of what I learned in Brazil over the last two years.

Late 30 minutes.

Laurent's voice grew louder.

"Sisoko! Wake! Don't play with his tricks! "

While Sissoko was obsessed with Woo Young, the pressure on the first and third lines became quite loose.

That's why the Korean team's distribution of the ball became smooth and the attack survived.

Sisoko, who has to support both first and third lines, is sold only to Hoyoung.

This caused difficulties.

There was no answer.

'this. What happened in the locker room? The game has changed 180 degrees. '

Sihoko's face reminded me that I could close my eyes.

'That's why I was careful, but I'm a ignorant guy.'

My heart was frustrated to see Sisoko, who is being hit by Woo Ho Young.

"Sisoko! Stick to your seat! "

"Oh, okay!"

However, when Sisoko replaced, there was no resource to replace box-to-box.

That was the role of Sissoko.

By the way, is it not a practice game or an evaluation game and can't be eliminated from the final?

Moreover, it was no use to replace Sissoko now.

'There is no defender who can stop Woo Young.'

At least not in France.

If you put another player, it just got worse.

'No player can keep up with that speed.'

Assuredly, Ho Young's talent in the last few games was the highest in the competition.

In addition, he had a good interview and his ability to interview.

'I don't know who the manager is but I'm really coveted.'

Being able to raise such prospects was a great fortune as a director.

For a while, Laurent even thought he was envious of the coach of Sao Paulo FC.

"Let's cheer up a little more !!"

By the end of the 45th minute and by the end of the extra five minutes, the voices of Korean players rang out on the field.

'Yes, just a little more ······.'

Ho-young believed the ten team members he was with.

They backed themselves up so I could get up here.

But this time it was different.

If you have pulled the cart in front of you so far today is the opposite.

Ten people felt like pushing the cart behind the body.

Ku station.

At the expense, he constantly found a way.

The attack trails that the ants were making were creating the path to victory.

"Hou."

"Don't like a dog. Do you think you can get away from my pressure? "

I could not comprehend the meaning of Sissoko, which was sometimes heard, but I had no power to interpret French.

It was delicious to die.

No matter how much Ho Young's talents are, such as Sissoko, he could use them differently.

If Sissoko takes full advantage of his talent, the boom is only 80%.

Age difference, and the level difference between the constitution was going on.

He also admitted to him.

Physically, you are one number below Sissoko.

So I worked more diligently.

The back of the head was sulky and drooling, but I could not stand it.

I've experienced more games than this.

And finally.

'done.'

Perak!

Lee Hoong-ryong broke through the middle circle and left Sissoko.

Allies attack four.

Only three defenders.

Hoyoung's eyes turned quickly.

At the same time, the body jumped out like a lightning bolt.

Like all-out mineralization.

It was my last chance, so I ran out to death.

The second 48 minutes.

"!!"

Sisoko followed after a rocket that jumped out like a rocket, but in a few seconds he missed.

'What the fuck is. How can it be faster when you have a ball? '

Sissoko realized at the moment.

Woo-young was not a rabbit, but a tiger wearing a rabbit's mask.

But when I realized it, it was too late.

The tiger was raging about whether he was very angry.

And.

'Opened.'

The tiger succeeded in securing a variety of attack routes by terrifying space penetration.

"after·········."

Ho Young threw up a heavy breath and ran across the field again at full speed.

The destination was ahead, but no direction was set.

Like a dandelion flower fluttering in the wind, he was wandering around the field.

The dazzling infiltration led to a flimsy move by the French defenders.

It was then.

"!"

Lee Cheong-ryong, who broke through the left side along the touchline, threw her eyes.

It was shortly after that the accurate and fast ground volcanoes came in.

Roeyoung's eyes turned forward.

'I'm short!'

The shooting angle was too narrow to hit nonstop.

Sako Mamadou approached the footsteps of Roh Young.

Sako was a confident eye.

You cut it. You blocked it!

But it was a miscalculation.

Surya.

Far from shooting in the middle, Ho Young did not touch the ball.

Instead, it flowed as it is.

To Seok Hyung-joon in the back.

'Hyung-jun is brother!'

Perfect no-mark chance.

Suk Hyung-jun, who caught the ball behind him, prepared a powerful right-footed shot.

But a problem arose.

Fuzzy!

"Big!"

Piyiyi!

The whistle of the referee who broke the flow of the game.

It was Sisoko's back tackles that caused it.

The 80kg giant's back tackle was intended to be evil.

As a result, the referee pulled out a red card despite their home advantage.

No matter how generous a home team is, this was an unacceptable problem.

I had already seen Sissoko several times, but I had no choice but to force the decision.

There was a blast of blame for judgment among the crowd, but they knew it.

This is a measure that anyone should see.

"Fuck like this!"

Sissoko went off to the bench with an anti-decoration attitude.

And Seok Hyung-jun was taken out of the stadium on a stretcher in pain.

As you will see, I did not think it was a serious injury.

'Damn.'

Ro-young's lips fluttered.

If it hadn't been for Suk Hyung-jun before, this wouldn't have happened.

That thought flashed my mind, but Ho Young struggled.

Then I went to Kim Shin-woo.

"My brother, I'll be cold."

Late 49 minutes.

regret?

worry?

Now that feeling was a luxury.

Indeed, the only way for Seok Hyung-jun was to connect the goal with a goal.

Ho-young opened the street for running.

Six steps.

The distance to the gate is approximately 17 meters.

The crowd's original booing pierced the eardrum, but Hoyoung's spirit was still silent.

"Foo."

I couldn't hear anything except my breath.

As if trapped in his own space, the only thing he can see now is a round soccer ball.

There was no nerve war with the goalkeeper.

I stared at the ball with cold eyes and just stretched my legs.

One footprint.

Two footprints.

And three footprints.

"···!"

A slightly wider stride took the opponent's goalkeeper's timing.

The ball quickly and precisely rolled into the front.

It was just after that the goal net was rocking.

It was the reverse goal of the soccer prodigy.

"Wah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Shouts of colleagues who seemed to be floating in the stadium settled down in Ho Young's ear.

And in front of my eyes was anything unexpected.

[A brief and accurate free kick (B-) ↑]

Unexpected harvest.

The free kick, which was confined to the Toe kick, changed to a new look.

Hoyoung's mouth had a charming smile.

It was in contrast to the view of Sissoko sitting in the audience.

And exactly 10 seconds later.

Beep!

The last night of France was over.

2 to 1.

It was the moment when Korea became the throne of the Montague convention.