Chapter 189：CHAPTER 218 - The Spirit of Juanito (4)

A few days ago, Xavi Alonso sucked his talent like a sponge.

It's not as good as it is yet, but thanks to a few days of pass tutoring, I could feel more than that.

Moreover, great ball sense and kick ability gave rise to great synergy.

The result was this.

[Ground ball pass at once with opposite goal post!]

Arriving between Zambrotta and Thiago Silva, Gonzalo Higuain stood there, breaking down an offside trap.

And.

widely.

[Science, shows a stable first touch!]

The best finisher Gonzalo Higuain from Argentina.

As he watched Dida jump out, he blew the ball to the right.

Cristiano Ronaldo was standing there, and the goal was empty.

It wasn't Ronaldo if you couldn't put it in there.

Cheongung!

[Go oh oh oh oh!

[Cristiano Ronaldo plugs in!]

"Siuuuuuuuu!"

Ronaldo, undoubtedly hitting a non-stop goal, jumped in front of the crowd, shouting "Siu", the support of heavy rain.

Real Madrid's second goal came in the first 20 minutes.

"Wah ah ah ah ah ah !!"

"goal! Go! Go oh oh oh! "

"Crazy! Crazy! Today Madrid is crazy! "

"To the last four!"

"¡Vamos!"

"Ronaldo!"

"¡Vamos!"

"Gonzalo!"

"¡Vamos!"

"Fuck!

The home crowd screamed and screamed to split their necks.

Who knows if he scored the winning goal in the Champions League final.

It was an exciting moment.

There was still one goal left before the reversal but there was hope that it could now be reversed.

No, it was beyond hope.

[Real Madrid, show a different level of play than the first leg.]

[This proves that Real Madrid's tactics are backed by Woo Young. Woo Ho-young shows clearly what is a playmaker. The ability to create attacks as if creating something out of nothing is at its peak. It is not a waste to be praised again and again.]

[But when did you have that long pass? Xabi Alonso feels like there is one in the middle and one in the second. It's just amazing. How far does it develop?]

"It was fantastic."

"Kya. It was a good match. That would be one of the best goals in the Champions League. "

Squeak.

Ronaldo celebrated scoring with his arms wide open, striking the palm of his hands with Higuain and placing him with Ho Young.

"Huh. Milan guys, they look like they are shot in the head? "

"No science, don't be vigilant. I need another goal. Did you forget? "

"Of course I know. But don't you worry anymore? If you do this, you can go crazy with one goal or two goals. "

The momentum is a wave.

Once you're elastic, you can drive hard until the wind stops.

That's what Real Madrid is now.

The defense walls that AC Milan had built up into the espionate mountains fell down quickly, and there were gaps from everywhere.

If it was a chance, it was this moment.

'There's still a lot of time.'

The time that came up on the screen was only 21 minutes in the first half.

It was an unusually slow game.

'I still have 20 minutes?'

Leonardo's head bowed.

Looking back at today's game, I think it's been 40 minutes, but now it's only 20 minutes and it's a pity.

It meant that the game was so fierce.

The results were bad, but the players fought hard and fought.

'This is my mistake.'

Leonardo quickly admitted his fault.

I thought this kind of defense strategy would work for Real Madrid, but unfortunately that didn't happen.

'The method of dealing with Woo Ho Young is wrong.'

Leonardo is a well-established scout.

Just looking at which player's potential is high and how good he was, he was able to see at a glance.

He could not have looked down on him.

That's why I prepared a customized strategy with more attention than the last game.

But rather, it came back as self-help.

I was wrong at first.

Woo-young is not known for his outstanding soccer intelligence and tactical understanding.

Today he was a conductor, a spearhead and a worker.

I even felt this way.

Real Madrid are currently playing 13, not 11.

'It was a silly idea.'

Leonardo now realizes.

The veteran's skillfulness alone cannot confront him.

Rather, it was right to fight back with young strikers as in the first leg.

And it would have been much better to open up the space and put back fire by using various mercenaries.

"after."

I was dizzy.

As the dizziness came up, my stomach rang.

But the game was not over.

'Let's wake up now.'

Leonardo constantly rolled his head and devised a countermeasure.

I still gave up.

The 70 minutes left meant that AC Milan had plenty of opportunities to make up for it.

I needed to change my mind.

'Whatever it is, there is no way to completely prevent Woo Ho Young at this time.'

In other words, it was a waste of time to target Woo Young.

Rather than swinging, it might be the right decision to make AC Milan's own game.

'Yes. We do it our way. If you can't stop Woo Young, you can attack the rest. '

Soccer is a game for 22 players with one ball.

So no matter how good one is, if the other 10 lose, football is the loss.

And.

'There are still hidden cards.'

The game was just beginning.

[32 minutes in the first half, AC Milan is settled overall, the defense becomes stronger. I think the first half is going to hold up like this.]

The time AC Milan chose to play is the second half.

To be more successful in the second half, veteran players went through the first half and spent as much of their opponent's health as possible.

[But there is no guarantee that the same mistake will not be repeated. I don't know when and where Real Madrid will create the chance.]

That was right.

I couldn't make a mistake unless it was a robot.

But AC Milan responded to Real Madrid's low pressure by using his body and head to minimize mistakes.

Fuzzy!

As a result, struggles took place everywhere.

Real Madrid sought to open the ball-footed footsteps and AC Milan sought not to give up the space.

Both teams continued their tug-of-war with 10 minutes of stamina.

"Be careful about Woo Young's pass!"

"If you break through, do not oppose, shoot in the direction of blocking!"

"Hey bitch! Don't ride it and wake up! "

"If your partner passes, stop the recipients! It's over when you face it! "

"Keep pressing Xabi Alonso! You can't move at all! "

Pirlo and Shedorf killed Xabi Alonso's space and blocked the movement.

It was like trapping Real Madrid's lungs to carry oxygen.

But if you block one space, another space is created.

"Friendly side!"

"stick!"

"Kill! Kill it! "

Fuzzy!

When Woo-young seemed to catch the ball, Gattuso rushed into it without asking or asking, leading to a fight.

Every time I hit Ho-young and my shoulders, my bones were cut, but I struggled with only one struggle.

Isn't that one of them's unmatched GATUSO?

Considering the time when the cruciate ligament had ruptured, this was still nothing.

'I'm dying today, I'm trying if you die.'

"Just go, kid!"

As the space pass passed this moment, Gattuso grabbed Ho-young's uniform and put his shoulder inward.

puck!

"윽."

"Big black!"

A situation reminiscent of a battlefield.

'A bitch like a monster. It's just a rock. '

The more severe bleeding was Gatoso, but he did not lose his mind.

Nevertheless, when Ho-young flexed his pressure, Gattuso blocked his elbows against his side.

It was a tricky but rough motion.

Kwazi!

"큭!"

The angle of view of the referee is limited, so you can always commit this kind of foul if you mind.

This was the patent for Italian soccer players.

There were a lot of vague corners to judge whether it was a foul or a part to be tolerated.

However, Howard Webb, who was the referee for today's game, was pretty good.

Beep!

"WHY !!"

"Hey, Gatuso. Then the uniform will tear. The fight is so tough. "

"after. I was just excited. I know what you're talking about.

Gattuso noticed the referee's notice.

'I don't think I saw anything on my elbow?'

I was glad.

There was a strict part of England's generosity in the fight, but it was better to keep the flow off.

"be careful. If you do this next time, it's a warning. "

"No problem. I'll be careful in the future. "

But the commitment lasted less than five minutes.

Fuzzy!

[After all, Gentoo is getting a yellow card.]

[It is natural to have Woo-young put his body in place.]

As a GATSU, it was the best judgment.

Ho-young caught the ball on the half-line, and Ronaldo and Zirkov were trying to break from left and right.

If you hadn't stopped it there certainly would have been a dangerous situation.

Gattuso was completely ignorant because he had nothing better than skill, strength, stamina, or anything better.

[It was a good choice. Even though I received a yellow card, I didn't give it a chance.]

[Yes. Real Madrid's decision is up, so don't give a definite chance no matter how many cards you get. It was a great judgment.]

"Hou ...."

Gattuso breathed hard.

I've had such an experience in my life.

El Phenomeno Ronaldo, Maestro Zidane, alien Ronaldinho and others.

I was frustrated when dealing with them, but I did not feel like this.

No matter how many times they would be hit by them.

How good it was, he had a fist in the face of Ronaldo.

But now I feel helpless that nothing seems to be possible.

It was a sense of contempt.

'Yes, it's similar to that time.'

This happened once.

May 2005.

When you played Eindhoven's Park Ji-seok in the Champions League quarter-finals.

It was a bit like that then.

That day, Park Ji-Suk smashed AC Milan with his unrelenting determination and tremendous stamina.

I thought that he understood the meaning of "dedication".

By the way.

'I see his face from this guy.'

Moreover, somehow, the damn Juventus Nedved was seen.

Never get tired.

'Where did this crazy baby come from?'

If you pushed so hard, it should have been shrunk by now, but Woo could not sell more than this.

In this way, it was not Woo-young Woo himself who seemed to be breaking down first.

It was a time of bitterness.

match!

Gattuso, who was about to go mental, finally struck his cheek.

It was shock therapy.

'Keep up your mind. You are a gtoo. '

Yeah he wasn't exhausted here.

He was a battlefield.

Well then.

[Ramos connected the ball at once. Ronaldo takes it to the chest.]

[Cristiano Ronaldo. I'm dealing with Maldini.

Ronaldo's proprietary Hill Chop.

During the dribbling, he circumvented the direction of the knife with his heel and smoothly broke into the midfield.

And looked at Ho-young.

[Pass to Wooyoung! Woo Young runs!]

[Gattuso is following you!]

Fuzzy!

"켁!"

Again, it was Ho-young who won the competition.

And.

"run!"

Woo Ho's pass once again crossed the ground.

Tiago Silva and Maldini cleverly penetrated the inside of the box was a kill pass.

[Ku-young's Kill Pass!]

Ronaldo runs!

Percussion!

Ronaldo's eyes rolled in on the pass.

Wait a minute.

Ronaldo shook his shots before goalkeeper Dida could use his hand.

Indeed it was a desolation.

Cheongung!

[Go oh oh oh oh!

[Christiano Ronaldo's second goal goes off! Woo-young's assist shone!]

"Ooh oh oh oh!"

Ronaldo, who scored a multi-goal, ran to the corner while Ho Young kept his position.

Then he hovered around Gattuso and drew a stretch uppercut.

"Good. That's right!"

At that point, Gattuso eventually had to lose his mind.

"Ahhhhh!"

Just before the mental breaks.

Gattuso grasped Hoyoung's arms tightly.

I couldn't hit me when I was warned and stopped there.

But then it was.

"downpour!"

Hyo-young's mouth coughs.

GATUSO eventually came to that appearance.

"Like a dog like this!"

A harsh horse burst into the face before the saliva blew.

The mentality broke out.

Then.

[SU]

'Got.'

All that's left now is victory.