All Football Talents Are Mine Chapter 111

111. I am the crazy one in this area (4)

While Callejon was positioned at the post opposite the goal, Hoyoung was in charge of catching the second ball or loose ball.

This is because there was little chance of winning a header against tall, veteran defenders.

Celta Vigo has prepared a defensive formation accordingly.

Since the free kick location was one that could easily lead to a goal, a fierce battle of nerves was taking place even before the cross was sent.

Especially near the penalty area.

Costa, the team’s best air superiority player, was positioned on the other side of the goal and was prepared to run out of the box at any time for a counterattack.

Woo Ho-young was hanging around him.

Twitch.

Costa chuckled, wrinkling his mustache.

“You have a confident face.”

“There’s no way it doesn’t exist.”

Costa’s face lit up at the sight of Hoyoung not wanting to lose despite his young age.

That actually made him happy.

‘This guy is fun.’

This is because the sense of accomplishment is much greater when you beat this type of player than a player who is just silent.

“Keep in mind. “I’m not afraid of the other person doing something.”

“I don’t let down my guard even if the opponent is worse than me.”

“Okay. My confidence is through the roof. “I only injured two people this season, so why don’t I ask the club to find a vacancy in the ward?”

“Why don’t you check out a sperm bank in advance?”

“Hehe.”

short time.

Costa, who had a trivial conversation, liked Hoyoung like that.

So I wanted to step on it even more.

I just couldn’t stand it because my shoulders were shaking.

As expected, like a crazy person, my anger suddenly rose up.

“I’ll tell you in advance, I’m not a noob like Kovacevic. Even if you are good at soccer, this is my specialty. And the ball is round.”

It was a sincere warning.

But up to that point, Hoyoung didn’t respond any further.

Seup.

I just took a breath and read the flow of the game.

Looking at Hoyoung like that, Costa also focused on the game.

He was confident that he would win.

And I was ready.

Maybe I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since the game started.

This was the win he truly wanted.

Men’s fight.

A win here would have been like winning the match for Costa.

Pride, desire to win, self-esteem.

Because Costa was the one who moved with those three things.

‘Then let’s hit it somewhere.’

As kicker Marcos took his first step, Costa and Hoyoung’s backs roughly touched each other.

At that moment, Costa’s shoulders were filled with strength.

It was then.

“!”

hard.

There was almost no shaking, like an old tree rooted deep in the ground.

Costa came to his senses.

‘If you have to, you can use your elbow.’

It was a moment when such shameful thoughts filled my mind.

Cough!

Marcos’ left-footed cross cut through the air.

[Cross heading towards the opposite side of the goal post! It goes back big! Is Mateos the target?]

[Ah! Before that, middle Miguel Torres jumps up!]

Percussion!

Miguel, who is 184 centimeters tall, jumped up and caught the cross in the middle.

The ball bounced off his head and landed near the penalty area.

This was the area where Hoyoung was wandering around.

It was that moment.

A bloody fight for position broke out between Costa and Woo Ho-young.

Okay.

The key in the battle for air superiority is who has the upper hand.

The one who took that position first was none other than Hoyoung.

Fantastic positioning skills.

Sharp foresight.

Plus, superior jumping ability.

“Sigh!”

At the right time, Hoyoung jumped high into the sky.

If you look at it up to this point, it was a perfect move.

But there was one problem.

“… ugh.”

Age and physique cannot be ignored during the growth period.

In an instant, Costa’s shoulder was hit and Hoyoung was slightly pushed to the side.

Moreover, he was secretly using his elbows, avoiding the referee’s eyes.

No matter how strong Hoyoung was and how skilled he was at physical fighting, he couldn’t just withstand being pushed away with his elbow.

‘flaw.’

It’s no big deal after all.

It was around this time that such a thought came to Costa’s mind.

“Whoop.”

“…?!”

Costa’s eyes widened.

Just before Hoyoung fell, he tenaciously maintained his balance and got back up.

‘Why are you getting up again?’

I couldn’t believe it when I saw it.

It had definitely passed…

but it wasn’t a mysterious phenomenon.

It was a situation that could have happened if done well.

However….

‘What is it?’

Is it possible to do ‘well’ in that situation?

In that short amount of time?

It was natural for Costa, who witnessed the scene right in front of him, to be surprised.

That’s right, he only knew about Woo Ho-young from the outside and had no idea about the inside.

The superior flexibility and excellent sense of balance that come from the natural muscles of black people.

Excellent agility that comes from balanced body balance.

The harmony it created was amazing.

In addition, Hoyoung brought the soccer ball into his area with artistic ball control.

Toong Tong.

Unique shoulder trapping.

And what followed was a rough fight.

Pow!

Costa groaned as Hoyoung placed his center of gravity on the wide backboard.

The face was crushed like a soda can.

“… eww.”

To make matters worse, Hoyoung had already taken the ball at his feet.

I couldn’t believe it when I saw it.

Even though he was not fully developed physically, he was far superior to Hoyoung.

The height difference was about 6 centimeters, and the weight difference was also about 10 kilograms.

But the important thing is.

“Tsk.”

The quality of the muscles is different.

In the end, it was Hoyoung who won the battle for the ball.

‘Fuck.’

Diego Costa.

In fact, he only had a good physique, but he was not good at fighting.

He was just extreme and bold, but was never a striker who used physical fighting as his main weapon.

‘ah.’

Only then did Costa understand.

No matter how young the opponent is, a professional is still a professional.

Now that things were like this, Costa had no choice but to become more urgent.

This is because Hoyoung, who won the physical fight, entered the box using his outstanding quickness.

If things continued like this, complete defeat was certain.

I had to do whatever it took.

‘no.’

There is a habit that comes out instinctively at times like this, and it came out this time again without fail.

Hand habits.

Costa twisted his body and swung his forearm outward.

With my fists clenched, I headed toward Woo Ho-young’s spacious back.

Pow!

It was such a violent back-smashing that you could hear it.

and.

bang!

[Woo Ho-young! He falls inside the penalty box! He loses his balance and falls down at the same time as Costa!]

[It’s a clear foul on Diego Costa. Anyone can see that it was intentional. I just punched Woo Ho-young in the back…]

But it didn’t end there.

Bye!

“Keeek!”

Costa’s face, who fell at the same time as Woo Ho-young, instantly became a mess.

Hoyoung fell and stepped on Costa’s thigh.

Jigsy.

“Aaaah!”

Beep!

As the referee blew his whistle and rushed over, Costa complained of pain and made an unfair gesture.

However, before Woo Ho-young, there was a ruling on Costa first.

It was a red card.

Costa then complained of injustice while struggling in pain.

“Ha… I reached out for balance and he was just there. And…”

Costa suddenly took on a confident attitude and didn’t even give the referee a chance to speak.

“Before that, that guy kicked my ass.”

“Is it true?”

The referee’s eyes rolled to the side.

Hoyoung asked back.

“Referee. I kicked Nangsim with my knee, but there’s no way she’d be okay like that, right? “If that was true, I should have been rolling around on the floor holding my lower leg.”

“Of course.”

The referee was extremely sympathetic.

Because, in common sense, that was correct.

The referee looked at Costa.

“Diego Costa, appropriate action will be taken against you.”

The field has suddenly become a court.

The second verdict was delivered amidst a tense atmosphere.

What the referee showed Hoyoung was a yellow card.

The decision was made keeping in mind the intentionality of stepping on Costa’s thigh while falling.

“Just a yellow card? “You kicked my lust away?”

“You will understand that when you read it after the game. “If what you say is true, the secretariat will take appropriate action.”

“Holy shit!”

The end of a person who cannot control his anger.

Costa, who failed in Operation Water Ghost, limped off the pitch.

There was a lot of booing from the audience, but the referee resumed the game.

Anyone could see that it was a red card.

The referee awarded Castilla a penalty kick opportunity.

Sweep.

The kicker is Woo Ho-young.

I started preparing by rubbing the studs on the grass.

There was nothing to be nervous about.

This is because penalty kicks are absolutely advantageous to the kicker.

The person he should be afraid of was not himself, but the opposing goalkeeper, Pinto.

Hoyoung stared at the ball.

This one goal will decide whether the game is won or lost.

‘Calm down.’

And calmly.

Hoyoung stepped back and secured the closing distance.

Immediately after, when the rest of the players were backing away, Marcos patted Hoyoung on the shoulder and said,

“Even if you don’t put it in, nothing will happen. “We are here.”

right.

Soccer is a team play.

As Kaka said four years ago, there are always ten players behind his back.

There was no need to be afraid.

“Whoa.”

Hoyoung took a deep breath and confidently took a step forward.

Short and precise.

Just two steps.

Okay.

widely.

Crash!

“Woooooooo!”

It happened so quickly that it felt futile.

The colleagues roared and embraced Hoyoung.

It was Hoyoung’s third goal, which hit the top left corner of the goal net.

Hat-trick.

[Gooooooo! Woo Hoyoung! Castilla scores a comeback goal!]

[With this, the history of the Segunda División (second division) is changing once again. At the age of 14 years and 272 days, Hoyoung Woo becomes the youngest person to score a hat trick. This is a record that was advanced by a whopping 747 days.]

Hat trick.

It was a great record that gave Celta Vigo hell.

Coach Juan Roman, who was anxiously watching the game, blushed.

‘Damn it…’

When that comical image was displayed on the electronic screen, Juan returned to the bench, hiding his cold face.

I was desperate.

With Costa also sent off, there was little opportunity to turn things around.

There is no choice but to hold on to the glimmer of hope.

But no such thing existed.

The game, which had been back and forth throughout the first and second halves, was lopsided and there was no change whatsoever.

It went by boringly, but eventually around the 47th minute of the second half.

The whistle announcing the end of the game sounded at Balaidos Stadium.

Hoyoung’s eyes turned to one side of the audience.

I saw Costa sitting in the corner, letting out his anger.

Looking at him, Hoyoung curled one corner of his mouth.

[Diego Costa]

Talents

-Soccer genius (A+2)

-Burning desire to win (A+3)

-Reliable goal-making ability (A+2)

-Invasion of space that catches you off guard (A+2)

-Boldness without hesitation (A-)

-(See more)

(Condition 1: Score more goals than Diego Costa)

(Condition 2: Be selected as Man of the Match in this match)

Ouch.

“It was a good meal.”

Feeling full was no problem.