Chapter 87.1 - Country of tennis, spain # 1

For Han Woo-jin, who hates the peculiarness of airplanes, this flight was a favorite choice. It takes only one day from Incheon International Airport to Frankfurt and then to Barcelona El Prat Airport.

It was because. The flight time of less than 16 hours made a great contribution to conserving the vitality of Hanwoojin unlike any other time.

"Spain ... is the temperature similar to Korea?"

I wore shorts on short sleeves as I wore in Korea, but it was a bit cool. Hanwoo-jin enjoyed the warm sunlight while looking up at the clear blue sky without a cloud. Then Kim followed him out of the airport building

Phil nodded and added an explanation.

"Spain is one of the warmest regions in Europe. The average temperature stays in the video all year round, and the highest temperature rarely drops below 10 degrees. Thanks to that, there is no month in which tennis or anything else is cut off. "

Would you call Spain a country of passion? Thanks to the year-round sun, people have enjoyed the outdoors and have settled in an environment and culture just right for sports, which is the extreme of outdoor activities. Clay

Napael Radal's homeland, which is revered as the king of lords, is also Spain.

Hanwoojin, who was convinced to hear the story, enjoyed the exotic landscapes of Spain. The sound of the tire to be squeaky loud And that noise

Even before it disappeared, a sunburned mature man stood out from the driver's window of the car.

"Are Korean tennis players, Mr. Han?

Spanish. The accents throughout the word went well with the rough character of the man. But Han Woo-jin and Shin Se-yeon faced each other with a difficult face. She was fluent in four languages, but unfortunately Spanish

I didn't go in four. Out of nowhere, language barriers blocked them.

But the solver appeared in an unexpected place. After walking forward, Kim Sang-pil, a well-known reporter, spoke fluent Spanish and returned the answer to the man.

"Yes, you've come to the right place. You're from Barcelona Academy? "

""exactly. You speak very well. I can let go of a gruel because of it. "

Worrying about painting was the same with men. How would anyone care about foreign language when people in the world deal with foreigners? Like many people who have difficulty in navigating roads that are possible even with basic conversational expressions,

The middle-aged man also seemed to have been no exception.

Soon after, the group got on the car with the guidance of a middle-aged, Hugo. Han Woo-jin, who was seated in the back seat, admired Kim Sang-pil, who showed his surprise.

"Reporter Kim, did you speak Spanish?"

"When I was walking around, I increased my surroundings. Spain is a frequent stop. "

"No matter what, however."

It would be easy, and if you could learn a foreign language so easily, many Korean candidates would not have brought expensive money to an English institute.

Hanwoojin couldn't close his mouth and rolled his tongue. He added a few words in a proud way.

"If you don't lose to young people these days, you have to do this. I don't want to hear it yet. "

Is the timing good or bad? As if impressed by Kim Sang-pil's words, the diesel engine threw out the rumbles in response to the driver, Hugo.

When they came out on the road, a quiet street greeted them. In a car running straight out of the car, Hanwoojin raised some questions about the place they were going to. Kim Sang-pil on the passenger seat was busy talking with a guide named Hugo.

So there is only one person left to ask.

"Mr. Seyeon, may I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

The answer returned immediately if she was quite free. Han Woo-jin, who was in a short while, opened a speech. It was a hotel recommended by the former director, but I didn't hear the explanation.

"You said Barcelona Academy? Can you think of it like a school that teaches tennis? "

"Well, I know what Woojin thinks, but it's a little different from Korea."

Shin Se-yeon's explanation that followed was not enough to leave Hanwoojin's soul. According to her, Spain is a world power in tennis as well as soccer. Compared to Korea, where infrastructure is far below its name,

It was not a level.

To put it briefly, there are some surveys showing that more than 10% of Spain's population of 40 million are tennis lovers. More than 100,000 registered players and thousands of tennis clubs and academies

He was building the foundation of the Spanish tennis infrastructure.

As explained earlier, the natural geographic conditions of tennis do not end the year round in Spain. This was the case with over 80 men and women professional competitions held throughout the year.

Shin Se-yeon, who gave an easy-to-understand explanation, came back to answer the question he asked.

"There are very few academies that are said to be famous in Spain. The Barcelona academy we are going to is one of the few.

"... it was such a great place."

Han Woo-jin was able to completely rewrite his perception. How many outstanding systems and players would you have to be able to count as one of the most prestigious clubs and academies in the world? As the former director said, there is a lot to learn from him.

It was a place to be.

But there was something he didn't realize. There was a part that Shin Seyeon missed the explanation. Not wanting to miss the chance to surprise Hanwoojin, she deliberately handed over a few words over her throat.

And while we were talking, a white building that looked like a church began to appear on the other side of the vehicle. The building was the main building of one of the most prestigious tennis academies in Spain, the Barcelona academy.

* * *

Hugo brought the car to the corner with delicate driving techniques to fit the look. Only after confirming that the ignition was completely off, the party got up from their seats. And as soon as they stepped into the parking lot,

A middle-aged man appeared and welcomed the party.

"You suffered a long way to come. I'm sorry to hear that you're the only one here. "

Contrary to the wrinkles on the face, the man had thicker arms and thicker chest than a young man. Evidence that he is still moving properly was a feature.

But even before Hanwoojin reflexively responded, Kim Sang-pil ran out of his back and asked for a handshake. It was the same reaction as a teenage girl who met an idol they admired. He's a voice in excitement.

I denied it strongly.

"No, sorry! Who would like to have an apology from Senor Sanchez ?! "

A thunderbolt fell down on the crown of Hanwoojin, who was still watching two people. It was literally the lightning of the dry sky. Only one figure was inferred based on his middle age, the name of Sanchez, and Kim's reaction.

Not surprisingly, Shin Se-yeon, with a smile of conversion, put a confirmation kill on his ear.

"I'm Emilio Sanchez Vicario, director of the Barcelona Academy. Ujin, you wouldn't know? "

"···Absolutely."

Han Woo-jin's answer was rather close to moaning. Emilio Sanchez Vicario was the name of the player who conquered the world doubles stage in the 1980s. In 1988, he won the Doubles at the French Open and US Open, and won the Seoul Olympics.

It also refers to a hero who gave his country a silver medal.

The man appeared out of nowhere. Han Woo-jin tried to hide his surprised face and hurriedly grabbed Emilio's hand. The powerful grip that was handed down was not as intense as trying to prove a past career.

"[··· You have good strength. Napa is the guy in the garden. "

"Do you know Napa?"

""Sure. I am the captain of Spain in the Davis Cup. "

Indeed, Han Woo-jin was convinced at a time. The Davis Cup was like a tennis world cup. The captain of the Spanish powerhouse, Spain, has a close relationship with Radal, the strongest player in Spain.

There was no. If you didn't, you wouldn't be free to call your nickname Napa.

Emilio, who had greeted three people, began to take a step back and guide Barcelona Academy. Followed by a clear and concise description of the coach's title, which teaches in detail where and what.

Soon afterwards, a huge number of tennis courts in front of the party filled their sights.

'amazing···!'

It is a coat of more than 20 sides mixed with clay and hard. Maybe it was more than all the coats on the NK ship. There are only a thousand places to learn in this way in Spain. This is why you don't have to be a tennis powerhouse.

Wouldn't it be in? Hanwoojin's mouth was constantly admiring.

'I can't dream in Korea. Besides···'

On most courts, two young men and a coach were in class, but their skills were not normal. I couldn't see the status window because I wasn't pulling out the racket, but Hanwoojin's observation ability was more than enough to figure out their true value.

Perhaps most of them are in their mid to late twenty years. Nevertheless, Hanwoojin was surprised. They had already been trained to the same level as the pros. May be lacking in experience or tactical,

It was a professional tennis player who was as good as his basic skills.

The coaches were tough. Assuming active players, those who would stay in the top 200 rankings were seated on each court as coaches. Making it possible to guess how high class Barcelona classes are.

Was a sight.

Then Emilio, who noticed the fluctuation of Hanwoojin, spoke to him.

"You're a bit surprised."

"I was surprised a lot. Spain is really a country with great enthusiasm for tennis. "

Most of all, Hanwoojin's favorite was that the eyes of the children on the coat had dreams and hopes. An environment that allows all students to dream their future with tennis and to work in the right direction. In the past life Hanwoojin

Fishing boats were not given even once.

What brought Hanwoojin back to reality, the dark past, was a loud shout from somewhere on the court.

Wow!

It sounds similar to what you heard in the stadium, but sounds a bit smaller. Reflexively reacted to the direction of the shouts.

"'Oh, that's why today was the day he came.'"

Granny? Who is he again?

Emilio glanced away from their sightless questions and began to step toward the sounding court. Perhaps you will know if you follow. Hanwoojin's group followed half behind him in half of curiosity and half of interest.

I crossed the narrow crossroads between the courts.

Soon when they arrived at the epicenter of the shout, a man with a racket on the court was flying like a beast.

Paaang!

One hand forehand. The blow that hit the wrist backwards and hit hard enough was a feat impossible to imitate with the owners of muscular strength. Although he is quite good at it, it wasn't something that only an academy boy could pick up.

Beep!

A coach, standing by the net or playing the referee, blew a whistle in place of the declaration of the match. Perhaps it was a match just before.

"uh?"

However, Han Woo-jin showed little interest in the outcome of the game. It was all I could do to spit a word while looking at the face of a familiar friend who was guiding the swinging posture on the court.

"... Napa?"

The voice was never loud. But it was clearly reached.

The upper body of Napael Radal, the man who sang his nickname, was spinning around. The face of a friend whom he met and hung about two months ago came into his eyes. Radal put his name in my mouth without my knowledge.

"··· Ujin!"