A thunderbolt shot rushed past the goal and a voice emanated from the stands.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Good! Let's just go this way! "
"Madrid is coming! cheer up!"
Over 50,000 people cheering for Real Madrid poured out their cheers.
It's the same with expedition fans.
Soon after, the sound of the instrument began to sound from the away seats.
Floating!
"¡Puxa!"
Floating!
"Puxa!"
Floating!
"Sporting!"
No voice criticized the players for their mistakes.
What a passion.
The game, which had been running since the start of the match, peaked just one minute after the kickoff.
Bishop Manuel Fresiado, whose gray hair is gray, also joined.
As far as the touch line came, the whales screamed and encouraged the players.
"You don't mind if you give up! We do our play! I think you're playing in Madrid! "
Following a hot voice, the referee's whistle rang, and Croatian player Mate Bilic rolled the ball.
Since then, all of the sporting players have flowed forward.
It was less than 30 seconds after the game resumed.
They constantly beat Real Madrid's goal with hot and simple play.
It was not a counterattack, it was just a gun attack.
Shock and awe.
Defensive dogs are attacked.
There was no 'back' to them.
This was true attack soccer.
[David Barral tops the line with Mate Bilich as he raises the line. This changes the formation from 4-3-3 to 3-5-2.]
[The flow is the same as in the past Barcelona match. Manager Manuel Fresado reverses the attack if the defense is shaken or dangerous. Fans are excited about it.]
[More importantly, David Barral is a youth from Real Madrid. I look forward to a fun game.]
Sporting de Gijon struck down the half-line to the side, center midfielder and defenders.
If it is, the tactical motto is "Callate y prisa!".
Their attack style was simple enough to understand the shooter.
Dash, dash again.
It was a tactic of attack.
It was a simple way of dragging the ball from the side or front and then giving it to a player with ample room, and raising the cross to the center.
In fact, they were not a very good team.
Nevertheless, you can score a lot because football is a team game.
If all players, except the goalkeeper, are aggressive, then even the most defensive team will have a gap for about 90 minutes.
In other words, knocking on the goal until it succeeded was their key.
But Real Madrid, who had the best defense in the first tier, was no match.
Based on Kagowa Diara's strong activity, he slowly seized the Midfield and soon succeeded in bringing stable defense.
[Sporting de Gijon pounds hard, but Real Madrid's goal is hardly open.]
[Reversely, Real Madrid is sneaking on Sporting de Gijon. No matter how vigorous the players are, they run out of scarecrows on the field when they run out. Real Madrid doesn't have to play together.]
[Maybe it's Schuster's intention to save his strength, considering the match against Real Betis in three days?]
[right. La Liga's September is a time of hell. Since you have to play six games in two weeks, it is a loss in the long run in this easy game. You just have to counter-attack Madrid. Like Barcelona, who broke sporting in the last game.]
Hot matches make fans dance, but it doesn't last long.
The important thing is to win in the end.
The bigger the goal, the farther it had to look.
The key to the game was to avoid unnecessary power struggles, to save stamina, and to take care of the seas.
That's why Schuster used Woo-young Woo as the one top.
Nevertheless, Sporting de Gijon's offensive didn't stop.
Intensified play induced fouls everywhere, trying to cut back the flow of defense.
And 22 minutes in the first half.
Sporting de Gijon won the chance at the end of the unyielding will.
It was a cross from left winger Diego Castro.
[David Barral inside the box, heading towards the cross!]
[Kashiyasu's whereabouts! Super Save!]
When Casillas hit Baral's header at a monstrous reaction, Cannavaro ran to Burinake to kick the second ball.
The ball fell to Ramos on the right side and he ran.
Transition of flow.
Real Madrid's counterattack.
[Ramos running out! Demonstrates reckless overlapping!]
[I'm Sergio Ramos taking over as the heir to Michel Salgado. My skills have gone up these days, and I am doing a very good move today.]
Generation change.
Mitchell Salgado, who had long been a spearhead of the Real Madrid attack, gave it to Sergio Ramos.
Ramos inherited the position and played its part well.
His bitter eye turned toward Woo Young in front.
Percussion.
[Robbing through pass to the front! Woo Young's momentary infiltration completely defeats the offside trap!]
It's a predator.
Woo Ho-young, who was timing from the front, ran forward.
Percussion.
I ran and ran forward with the inside leg long trapping the ball.
Only the goalkeeper remains in the large back space.
If you only accelerate here, a one-to-one chance would come out.
The time required is fleeting.
"켁!"
"Stop it!"
"stick! Stick it all !! "
Gerard stopped as he pulled the uniform, but Ho-young's resistance was beyond imagination.
Rather, he tried to break through at a creepy speed.
But then it was.
[Roberto Canella's tackle coming from behind!]
As Gerard rubs his body, feet come in from behind.
Sporting de Gijon's fastest full-length left-back Canela sliding tackle.
[Alas! Woo Ho-young, stumbles over Canella's toe!]
When Ho-young fell on the floor, Real Madrid's players held their hands together.
And following referee's foul declaration.
Beep!
Fernando Gaga, who was around him, ran to the referee and forgot his big eyes.
"It's an incredibly deep back tackle!"
I didn't have to see anymore.
If the back tackle breaks the decisive chance, it is enough to get a red card.
What's more, it's hard to beat this in the first division of Spain, which is famous for its strictness.
Beep-
"Roberto Carlo, sent off."
The referee approached with a stern face and pulled the card out of his back pocket.
[Oh, Sporting de Gijon. We receive card without exception today. This is the third red card this season.]
[It's a consistent team. Did you collect 3 red cards and 11 yellow cards in 4 games? Fans now seem nothing. The reaction of the expedition crowd seems to be rather proud.]
[Hahaha. Yes.]
Canela sent off.
Nevertheless, they were not dead.
Rather, Herard put his hand on Canella's shoulder and said:
"Canela was nice. I never forget your determination. "
"Thank you. Then ask back. "
"Don't worry, I'm watching in the locker room. Our eternal guardian, Sanchez, will stop everything. "
"Yes, I only believe you."
Roberto Canella, ordered to leave, never exited the ground.
Expedition fans poured out a shout of encouragement for him.
In a good word, it was a tribute to him for showing the spirit of the murdered saint.
[But Woo Woo-young, are you okay? The tackle was quite deep.]
[Oh, fortunately it happens nicely.]
When Ho Young woke up, Carlos asked with anxious color.
"OK?"
"Yeah. I only hurt my wrist, but that's okay. "
Fortunately there were no major injuries.
And everything was working fine.
Although he scored a decisive scoring chance, he led a red card and a free kick.
The referee's free kick point was 24 meters from the goal.
Real Madrid players, who were thoroughly trained in setpieces, briefly talked and immediately went into a free kick.
Roberto Carlos runs over the ball.
[Also Carlos comes out. Expect heavy Canon shooting.]
[Once angle is good.]
Carlos vigorously helped to demonstrate what a free kick was.
And it was a moment before the ball.
[Carlos Schoutouut!]
[Ah ah ah ah ah! Go on! I went straight without charge!]
Carlos ran without losing the ball.
It was a fake operation to disturb the defense and goalkeeper.
There was a real kicker.
Woo Young.
Waiting slightly behind him, he focused all the way to the side of the ball.
It seemed to send the opponent to the goal, and he put a lot of power on the thigh and kicked it cool.
And when the ball left, Ho Young felt instantaneously.
'Have you been?'
Cuckoo!
'done.'
A cannonball-like shot went straight through with rotation.
Sporting de Gijon's eternal guardian, Sergio Sanchez, reached out late, but could not keep up with the speed of the ball.
Speed was also speed, but the shooting angle was perfect.
And.
Aya!
Cheongung!
Woo Ho Young scores a free kick following a goal.
It was literally transportation.
[Go oh oh oh!]
[Uho-Young's Thunderbolt Shooting! Slightly bent to the left, slightly swiping into the top left corner post, into the goal! League No. 3 Goal! A great spin kick is out!]
The training period was so short that the UFO kick was embarrassing to say goodbye and banana kick, but it was amazingly powerful.
But more powerful free kicks will be available in the future.
I succeeded in coveting Carlos' talent.
[Cannon Shooter's Spin Kick]
"downpour!"
Ho-young jumped over the sky.
Showmanship in front of the coaching staff bench led to turbulence with tens of thousands of white flags flying.
The VIP seats that were arranged afterwards weren't upset either.
A lot of formal people sitting in formality began to applaud you.
The royal family, the sponsoring executives, and various corporate presidents all praised.
In the middle of it.
President Perez told the old man sitting next to him, rejoicingly.
"I feel great this season."
"Drag."
The best legend of Real Madrid, nicknamed the La Saeta Rubia.
Leading champion of the Champions League, and honorary chairman of Real Madrid.
Alfredo Di Stefano claps three times.
"Genius."
His praise, known for being tricky, surprised Perez.
Perez lowered his voice with a dismal smile.
"I need Ronaldo."
In this perfect situation, it was questioned whether Ronaldo should be hired at a cost of 120 billion won.
Ronaldo was, of course, the best player in the world, and it was also true that he was the first place to sign.
In addition, Kaka, Torres, Benzema, Mascherano, Fabregas, Alonso and Ribery were also on the list.
Real Madrid planned to make a major rebuild next year as the squad aging.
But not everyone can be recruited.
A choice was needed.
Di Stefano gave the answer.
"That's why you need it. Imagine Bernabeu with the two. "
Perez nodded.
"It's clear."
If we could get enough of next year's budget, we could build the best team of all time.