All Football Talents Are Mine Chapter 129

129. Mountain after mountain (2)

It exploded again this time.

Woo Ho-young’s equalizing goal.

[Woo Ho-young’s goal! Woo Ho-young’s great shot hit the net! Unbelievable, fantastic score!]

[What did I say! Woo Ho-young said he would do it!]

SBC commentators Park Moon-seok and Woo Sang-cheol screamed at the top of their lungs.

In particular, Woo Sang-cheol, who played a key role in the 2002 World Cup semifinals legend, was not in trouble.

[What do I need to say? There is no other player like him in the world. I am a very proud junior.]

[Let’s watch that scene again!]

[Hey, watch this. In midfield, Marchisio and Montolivo took advantage of a twist in their movement lines to create a wonderful breakthrough. In particular, the chemistry with Ki Sung-ryong was amazing. I think it might be the best goal at this Olympics. Look at the crowd!]

The stadium was buzzing with cheering.

The Chinese and Italians who were cheering for Italy fell silent.

Catastrophe.

Director Casiraghi ripped his head and poured out his anger.

I had an ominous feeling that I was going to lose a game that I absolutely had to win.

“You can’t stop that one thing. “You idiots.”

In Casiraghi’s opinion, the goal just wasn’t worth it.

It was completely preventable.

Of course, it was inevitable that his brilliant personal skills would be overlooked.

Woo Ho-young’s talent was at a level that even Kasiragi recognized.

However, the part he was dissatisfied with was what happened before that.

‘You idiots. I can’t believe I can’t even respond to an operation that is clearly visible. No matter how young he is….’

I was able to tolerate it up to that point by giving in 100 times.

But what was most incomprehensible was Montolivo’s response.

‘Obviously there were a couple of timings, but why didn’t you tackle?’

I couldn’t understand it at all.

In preparation for this situation, the ‘Operation to Injure Woo Ho-young’ was established, but Montolivo missed the opportunity time and time again.

‘shit.’

It was a must-win game.

Of course, even if there was a draw in today’s game, there was a high probability of advancing to the quarterfinals, but there was a big difference between advancing to first place in the group and rising to second place.

If they advance to second place, there is a 99% chance they will face Brazil.

That much had to be avoided.

‘You need to come to your senses from now on.’

Even if you lose a cow, it’s fortunate if you can fix the barn.

Casiraghi slowly raised his hand and signaled Montolivo.

But Montolivo was trying hard to ignore the signal.

For some reason, his face took on an expression of uncertainty.

On the ground.

‘Ha…’

Montolivo was not sure.

In fact, I had several opportunities to send Woo Ho-young away, but I was unable to do so because of my hesitation.

Even before the game started, I had made up my mind, but when I actually faced the situation, my body stopped moving.

I was afraid.

Is this really something that can be done in the name of tactics?

The conflict between good and evil continued in my mind.

There is a big difference between doing something accidentally during a game and doing it deliberately.

This was not an easy thing for a soccer player to do.

Moreover, if he was not careful, it could have left a big stain on his soccer career.

If you show off too much, you could easily be branded a trash player.

It will have a huge impact on the player’s career in the future.

For that reason, it was impossible to unconditionally do something just because the director told it to.

The choice is yours.

Once you commit something, you have to take responsibility for it.

Let’s wait for the conflict to come and go.

Montolivo came to his senses for a moment.

When I came to my senses, I suddenly saw that the team’s situation was very tilted.

‘Woo Ho-young…’

He realized that the mark was increasingly concentrated on him and was dispersing his attack power by securing various attack routes.

Korea’s once simple attack strategy became more diverse and the flow of the game became faster.

This was no longer just Italy’s game.

It was gradually becoming equal to the Republic of Korea.

‘It’s because of me.’

Montolivo blamed himself.

This was because he was unable to properly block Woo Ho-young, which created a loophole.

The thought that he was the culprit of everything tormented Montolivo.

And it made him move.

‘okay. ‘You can do just about anything with your eyes closed.’

I made up my mind.

If you lose the game because you failed in your mission, it will be just as painful.

Because right now, I didn’t have the honor to see my colleagues.

So I went out.

‘Let’s start by fighting without being noticed.’

I was planning to start with provocation.

This is because if you play a game focused on pass blocking and suddenly make a killer tackle, anyone will be suspicious.

It was from that moment on.

[Montolivo! I’m sticking close to Woo Ho-young!]

[I have to be careful. That player’s eyes are a bit uneasy.]

[Commentator Woo Sang-cheol, what do you see?]

[Haha. Maybe it’s because I’ve been a player, but I have a feeling. It is usually called psychological warfare. However, some players’ true feelings are clearly visible.]

[So what are Montolivo’s true feelings?]

[I think he was distracted by Woo Ho-young’s dizzy movements. I lost confidence. Woo Ho-young should take advantage of this opportunity and play more actively!]

The commentary was half right and half wrong.

Montolivo continued to stare at Woo Ho-young with anxious eyes, but he did not lose confidence.

On the contrary, whenever Woo Ho-young caught the ball, he rushed forward and engaged in a violent struggle.

For about 10 minutes.

Beep –

Referee Franco runs over and warns Montolivo.

This is because the range of physical fighting that the referee can tolerate was exceeded.

“yes. “I will be careful.”

It seemed like things were going well that way.

But at that moment, Montolivo turned around and made a decision in his heart.

‘This is enough.’

A warning from the referee.

This made it known to the world that his play was rough.

In other words, all the groundwork has been laid.

Now is the time to take action.

Now was the time to reveal the teeth that had been hidden.

The opportunity came soon after.

Percussion!

Woo Ho-young, who received Lee Cheong-ryong’s pass, hit and ran as soon as he saw that there was a little space on the right.

As if he had been waiting, Montolivo joined them.

First, I was able to catch up with Hoyoung because I was in a good position.

However, his main force was very fast, so he had to win the game as quickly as possible.

Just 2 seconds, no more.

The key was how natural it was to do it.

‘Left shin!’

Montolivo, who was clinging to Hoyoung, momentarily stuck his shoulder in.

In a short moment, it turned into a rough fight.

Montolivo was planning to fall with Hoyoung Woo and step on the back of his thigh, and everything seemed to be going according to plan.

[Montolivo is aggressively clinging to me! Woo Hoyoung! You have to hold on! Woo Hoyoung! Woo Hoyoung! Am I going to fall?]

At one point, Woo Ho-young’s body tilted slightly to the right.

I was on the verge of falling.

Montolivo caught the sight for a brief moment.

Without missing the opportunity, he pushed Woo Ho-young with his shoulder.

If we fall together like this and step on our thighs, the game is over.

however.

‘…?’

Hoyoung Woo did not fall.

He was crossing the touchline as if he were walking a tightrope and was dribbling.

I couldn’t believe it even when I saw it with my own eyes.

Even though he is smaller in physique, the other person is only 15 years old.

Of course, I thought I could knock it over at any time.

But for some reason it didn’t go over.

‘Well…’

Regardless of his strong physique, Hoyoung’s body was tenaciously withstanding the struggle.

Woo Ho-young never fell,

as if he bounced off shocks like a rubber band .

Rather, the half-dead speed gradually began to revive.

This was Hoyoung’s body, which had shown rapid growth a few days ago.

-The elastic muscles of the black panther (U)

are the talents that Eto’o coveted.

More time was still needed to fully bring it in.

Nevertheless, I could already feel its greatness.

There was a possibility that the body could become overloaded due to the unfamiliar talent, but the body balance balanced them well.

Montolivo, who could not have known this fact, was dumbfounded.

Is there any other boy in the world with such physical strength?

It was around that time that such a thought passed by.

Pow!

“…Kaaaak!!”

Once Hoyoung gained speed, his body leapt forward like a bald horse.

Montolivo, who was trying to force himself to fight, lost his balance and fell from Hoyoung.

As he was running at full speed, the reaction was so great that he could not control it.

[Montolivo! I’m going to fall out! Woo Ho-young breaks through the right flank along the touchline! Woo Ho-young looking at Park Joo-hyung! Do you raise a cross?!]

But before that.

Beep-

[Oh, the referee is stopping the game.]

[Yes. Montolivo seems to be in bad shape. I’m lying on the floor and struggling. [It looks like he got quite a shock when he fell.]

Montolivo stopped only after rolling several times on the floor, gasping for breath.

It felt like stars were spinning before my eyes.

My head went blank and it felt like all kinds of organs were going to pour out of my mouth.

It’s not that he wasn’t, his face had turned pale and he was complaining of dizziness.

The referee and team doctor quickly came running.

However, it was Woo Ho-young who arrived before him.

“are you okay?”

“Ah… I feel like my stomach is turning….”

“What about your head?”

“It’s okay… I didn’t hit anything…”

Seeing that he said that, it seemed unlikely that it was a concussion.

Still, just in case, Hoyoung immediately started providing first aid.

I took off Montolivo’s soccer shoes and massaged his hands and feet to help improve blood circulation.

It was a first aid method I learned in theory class.

Other players then came and actively helped with first aid.

Wait a minute.

Soon, the emergency team came in and looked at Montolivo’s condition, and the color slowly began to return to his face.

Even the Chinese, who had been booing all the time, have now filled their mouths.

It was right then.

Clap clap clap clap.

Applause came from the middle of the Korean audience and spread like an infectious disease, soon pouring out applause.

Except for some Chinese people who had bad manners, most people were clapping.

[Fortunately, the. Montolivo stands up safely.]

[It’s a heartwarming sight. Isn’t this the spirit of sports?]

[That’s right. It’s a beautiful scene.]

The game was stopped for a moment.

The athletic trainer came in and judged whether Montolivo should be replaced through the concussion protocol.

And after a while.

“No problem. You may resume the game.”

Following the trainer’s opinion, the referee showed Montolivo a yellow card and declared a free kick for Korea.

It was a warning measure against violent physical fighting.

The crowd booed, but the referee did not give up.

Beep –

The location is on the right side, 34 meters away from the goal.

Because it was a fairly awkward angle to hit directly, Ki Sung-ryong took the kicker and Woo Ho-young decided to go inside the box.

“I’m going to give it a long shot, so let’s do it by digging in from the outside to the inside.”

“yes.”

Hoyoung nodded and was about to enter the box.

“hey.”

Montolivo.

Suddenly, he grabbed Hoyoung’s forearm and said.

“sorry.”

“what?”

“….”

Montolivo continued, avoiding eye contact.

“…Thank you for giving me first aid earlier.”

Montolivo wanted to admit it honestly, but he couldn’t because he was an enemy.

“hey! Montolivo!”

“hmm?”

But at that time, Coach Casiraghi was calling him urgently from outside the touchline.

Montolivo ran towards him.

“Are you okay?”

“yes. “My head didn’t hurt at all.”

“You’re welcome. “If you can’t run, tell me now.”

“no. “I was just shocked for a moment.”

“Then that’s enough. “Go ahead.”

“yes.”

“Oh wait.”

Casiraghi whispered in a low voice.

“Let’s take this opportunity to send it away. Instead, you shouldn’t give away a penalty kick. If you are not confident in faking it as an accident, wait for the next opportunity. “If there is a melee, there will be opportunities outside the penalty area.”

“….”

“Why is there no answer? The groundwork has already been laid.”

“All right.”

After answering, Montolivo ran into the box.

And he followed Hoyoung and intensively kept him in check.

I was so grateful, but this was war.

There was no such thing as romance in the professional world.

Immediately after, Ki Sung-ryong’s sharp free kick flew in and the two jumped at the same time.