All Football Talents Are Mine Chapter 288

288. Insight (2)

There is a thing called flow in a game.

However, Arsenal created two lines in front, making the ball flow irregular.

Fabregas and Nasri constantly pressured Manchester City’s back four, preventing them from passing properly, and left and right fullbacks Clichy and Sagna moved up to the midfield to apply secondary pressure.

Man City’s defense was busy trying to clear the ball, and the ball fell in a completely unexpected direction, causing chaos among the players.

There was literally no mess.

The funny thing was that Arsenal’s players were also not able to catch the ball properly.

‘You’re intentionally disrupting the flow of the ball.’

Hoyoung, who was busy running around, suddenly looked at the bench outside the touchline.

Arsene Wenger.

Indeed, a toothless tiger cannot be underestimated.

Since he was not confident of winning if he played normally, he was determined to lead the game in a completely non-ideal way.

And Hoyoung was clearly having difficulty playing.

First of all, the number of times he caught the ball was significantly low, so even if he wanted to attack, he couldn’t.

[The game is already reaching the 14th minute of the first half. However, there is still a fierce battle for the ball.]

[For some reason, it seems like the ball is in the air longer than it is on the grass. The players are losing their senses.]

[The moment you said that, the ball floats towards Man City’s half! Yaya Toure and Fabregas jump in at the same time!]

[Toure wins!]

[But Fabregas gets hit by his foot and is out. The game continues with Manchester City’s throw-in.]

Manchester City’s throw-in situation.

When Yaya Toure went to catch the ball, Hoyoung ran towards him and gave a signal.

Then Fabregas followed behind him and clung to him like a mosquito.

“I heard somewhere that it smells like merengue.”

Merengue is a word used as a derogatory expression for Real Madrid.

It was a provocation by Fabregas to intentionally excite Hoyoung.

Hoyoung didn’t just listen and calmly responded.

“okay. Thanks to him, I won 7 trophies at Real Madrid. “While you’ve been shoveling for the past seven years.”

“How arrogant.”

For a moment, Hoyoung saw Fabregas’ expression distort.

[Cesc Fabregas]

Talents

-Papuri (T)

-Papuri’s

through pass (U)

-Excellent vision (S+3) -Artistic creativity (S-)

-Perfect space penetration (S-)

-Genius soccer intelligence ( A+)

-(See more)

(You can covet one talent when you meet the conditions.)

(You can acquire some of the senses when you covet a T grade (Title). However, you must be over 18 to covet it.)

( S rank or higher can only be coveted by achieving hidden conditions.)

(Condition 1: Record more attack points than Cesc Fabregas)

(Condition 2: Successfully cut the ball and score a goal)

(Condition 3: Win the game)

(Hidden condition: Open when one or more talents are desired)

Papuri is a Korean nickname given by scattering passes everywhere.

Although he was weak in defensive participation and release of pressure, he was a world-class player with passing and penetration skills.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder and continued to engage in a war of nerves.

“Stop waking up from this dream. “It’s not Real Madrid anymore.”

“You or I wake up from the dream. “You probably know best that you can never win at Arsenal.”

“You will regret it.”

“well.”

Cesc Fabregas.

As expected from Barcelona, he had bad feelings towards Hoyoung.

That’s why there was a war of nerves in today’s game.

‘Okay, just try hard. ‘Because today won’t go the way you want.’

Their ultimate goal is not to be defeated.

We should not have allowed any goals, and in order to do that, we had to prevent the opponent from making the plays they wanted.

At the center, Fabregas was performing his role well.

When a crisis occurred, Arsenal immediately applied intense pressure and kicked the ball to prevent the ball from crossing into their own half.

[The ball competition takes place once again. Alex Song runs and kicks the ball.]

[The ball floats towards Man City’s camp, and this time, Woo Ho-young catches up.]

The ball competition breaks out again.

“Where?”

“!”

Hoyoung was the one who got into position first, but he couldn’t win the ball.

Fabregas then jumped up and raised his leg without any thought.

It was a moment that could have ended up hitting Hoyoung in the face.

But the game went on as is.

[The referee lets the game proceed as is. I thought a yellow card could have been given at this level!]

The ball ended up hitting Fabregas’ foot and heading toward Man City’s goal.

Goalkeeper Joe Hart tried to catch the ball, but it went out on the goal line, breaking the flow of the game again.

Hoyoung felt a chill in his stomach and sighed.

No matter how bold I was, I could never get used to this.

How could I remain calm when soccer shoes passed before my eyes?

However, it was Fabregas who lost his temper.

“Whoaaaaaaa!”

He roared, pounding his chest like a gorilla.

He was currently extremely excited.

I was as focused on the game as I was on the North London derby against Tottenham.

No, it was more than that.

Overly immersed.

He looked at Hoyoung and held out his hand telling him to get up.

“Wake up!”

He shot at Hoyoung with a fierce voice.

It was a behavior that was far from his usually calm personality.

He wasn’t that kind of player to begin with.

He left Barcelona and joined Arsenal at the young age of 16, and was a player who led Arsenal with a professional attitude.

He was famous not only for being an example to others, but also for having a good personality.

But today he was 180 degrees different.

The reason was simple.

Victory and victory.

Because I wanted to fulfill the wish of Arsene Wenger, whom I consider my father, before leaving for Barcelona.

He showed his passion for victory by making violent movements.

[Isn’t this the beauty of the EPL? This is what competition means. A solid match between the 3rd and 4th places to rise to 2nd place. Just looking at it gives me chills. [This is a game where it would be no surprise even if someone was taken to the hospital.]

[It feels like watching a war rather than soccer. There are almost no shots or passes, but you can watch such an exciting game just by keeping the ball. It is truly a game that will make you sweat.]

The ‘beautiful soccer’ that Coach Wenger had believed in was nowhere to be found in the stadium.

Trying to win by any means seemed lame.

They completely prevented anyone from playing soccer at the soccer stadium.

Anti-football.

Wenger was deploying a tactic he usually loathed.

In other words, it was proof that it was that desperate.

And it actually worked.

[Arsenal’s possession rate rises to 73%. [The boring game of passing the ball continues.]

Man City applied forward pressure and tried to induce pass misses, but Arsenal, which prides itself on being the best in the world when it comes to passing, kept the ball under any circumstances.

If they lost the ball while attacking, they would fight excessively and forcefully break the flow.

Because of this, both teams had only two shots in the 35 minutes of the first half.

It was definitely an exciting game, but it wasn’t fun to watch because no attacks were made.

It was a performance that made even Arsenal soccer fans who came to watch the game scratch their heads.

However, it was an inevitable choice for coach Wenger.

‘If you don’t do this, you can’t win.’

In his opinion, Woo Ho-young was such an outstanding player.

‘He is a player who has the ability to score at any time if given the opportunity.’

Haven’t we already proven it through numerous matches?

If I wanted to win against him like that, I had to give him as little chance as possible.

This was a very rational and realistic response.

And 40 minutes.

Arsenal, who held out well in a fierce battle for the ball with Man City, slowly began to show their true colors.

[Arsenal is finally starting to attack in earnest. They are pushing the opponent roughly.]

[Fabregas and Nasri exchange passes organically. Walcott and Arshavin are busy in the first line.]

Surprise.

Arsenal played aggressive football and played well.

Central midfielder Alex Song formed a triangle with Nasri and Fabregas to solidly defend the midfield, while left and right fullbacks Sagna and Clichy overlapped to support Marouane Chamak.

Meanwhile, Arshavin and Walcott, who were used as left and right wing forwards, penetrated into the center.

It was that moment.

Fabregas’ kill pass went to the front right.

Percussion!

[Kolarov missed it!]

[Arshavin tries to break through inside the box! Kompany is standing right behind him!]

Vincent Kompany, who was working with Hoyoung, ran in front of him and took up his position.

It was good up to that point.

but.

“damn.”

The root of the problem was that I put my foot in the door prematurely out of urgency.

The defensive positioning was good, but calmness and judgment were up to the individual, and a single mistake gave Arshavin a breakthrough.

And the situation at the doorstep.

Andrey Arshavin, the best Russian soccer player who led Russia to the Euro semifinals, opened the goal with his trademark inside kick.

Crash!

It was Arsenal’s first goal that came after 43 minutes.

Halftime.

The visiting team’s locker room was chaos itself.

Coach Mancini was so angry that he screamed like a madman and several players were frustrated.

Who isn’t angry here?

But what was more angry than anyone else were the players themselves.

Everyone came to the Emirates Stadium with high expectations.

However, they spent the first 45 minutes helpless and ended up losing.

It was a first half where literally nothing was done.

I had worked hard to prepare for today’s game over the past few days, but it seemed like all my efforts had been in vain.

It was the moment when I felt the most doubt as a soccer player.

However, there was no specific countermeasure.

Concentration, mental strength and luck.

The only thing lacking compared to Arsenal was that.

Mancini spoke passionately.

“Even if the flow suddenly breaks, we have to get our pace back. Otherwise, we can’t launch a proper attack. You need to fight against your opponents, you idiots. Do you know what I mean? I mean hit it with your body. The referee is sparing the cards, so why is everyone just standing there blankly? If you have thoughts, shouldn’t you use your body? “It’s not us who should be scared, but our opponents.”

Mancini was undoubtedly right.

Arsenal’s players were not strong in physical combat.

If I focused a little more on the game and played with more passion, I could have performed better than I am now.

“Vieira comes on in place of Gareth Barry in the second half.”

Coach Mancini planned to make the game easier by bringing in Patrick Vieira, who has a strong physical ability.

Then he called Hoyoung aside and spoke to him.

“You lead the players on the pitch. In an important and big match like today, your role is very important. I believe you.”

Trust and burden.

A double-edged sword was aimed at Hoyoung’s neck.

From then on, my worries grew.

It was the beginning of a hellish halftime.

But you have to endure it.

It was Hoyoung’s job to find a way.

And what helps in times like this is…

“You’re missing something important.”

It was Ronaldinho who had a lot of experience in big matches.

He approached me with the force of a leader and did not spare any advice.

“You know how to control the flow of the game, but you don’t understand the flow Arsenal are creating at the moment.”

“Can you be specific?”

“Soccer is a sport of understanding. The direction and location of the ball is the flow of the game. And if you understand its essence, you can feel the flow of the ball.”

“It’s difficult. “It’s something that seems familiar, but feels distant.”

“It could be because it’s an innate sense. But you have many other weapons than that. Make good use of them. Is your opponent forcibly ruining the flow? “If you can’t predict the flow of the ball, you have to make it predictable.”

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. By force.”

“yes.”

Hoyoung’s eyes sparkled.

My brain started working quickly.

I felt like I knew what the essence was and what I had to do.

It was about the start of the second half.