All Soccer Abilities Are Now Mine! Chapter 75
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It was only five minutes after the fierce brain fight began.
The pace of the game, which had no gaps at first sight, slowed down slowly, and it began to loosen as the speed was reduced by half.
It was a perfect situation for Castilla.
I was able to recover from the pressure of Barcelona.
He turned on the twin light and walked away from the 10-ton truck that followed.
It was natural for Guardiola to scream whales.
The tactics that I have prepared at best do not work very well.
'damn.'
The aesthetics of slowness.
In fact, this kind of play wasn't the first to be seen today.
Flawless playmaking.
From the time I coveted it three months ago, I have seen Riquelme's playmaking several times in competition.
Guardiola had prepared enough for him.
Rather than taking advantage of the remaining space, it is a preparation for play that neutralizes pressure with constant ball keeping and ball touch.
Guardiola instructed both teams full-back in preparation for it.
It was a decision to stop playmaking by killing Woo-young's play space.
But what really matters was not Woo-young's playmaking.
'damn. Raising the defensive line and lowering the winger is pushing space for Woo-young. Mandiya will twist one more time there. '
Castilla's starting formation was 4-2-3-1, but when they actually entered the game, they raised their defensive back and lowered the winger.
The tactical operation was closer to 4-4-1-1 than 4-2-3-1, and Ho Young, who was in charge of the second line alone, was able to use the large space to strengthen the playmaking.
So-called smoke screening.
Mandiya's intention was that he didn't have to show his opponent a real role before he even started the game.
Guardiola had a shot before the basic psychology that everyone should care about.
Too much confidence in his thoughts was a mistake.
Although he is a Barcelona legend and a promising leader, he is still a novice as a leader.
The tactical knowledge gained from player experience may be abundant, but the experience as a leader is still lacking.
In pursuit of perfection, I have been criticized for being inflexible.
Indeed, Guardiola's philosophy of football was professional and precise.
But the lack of flexibility was also true.
Today the loophole appeared in the first half.
The victory in psychological warfare was directed by Castilla Mandiya.
He was the manager of Castilla's baton, starting with an analyst on the first-team tactical team and experiencing several teams, including Real Madrid C, Huvenil, and Cavete.
Although it may be less than Guardiola in tactical capabilities, it was one notch in competition management.
[If Guardiola saw the tree, did Mandiya see the forest?]
[Well, that's a good analogy. But that doesn't mean that Guardiola saw only the trees. Do you see that? He is currently busy moving along the touchline. At first glance, you might want to be a school teacher, not a director. But his voice is keeping players awake. It's a geeky but sure character.]
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[If Reckart's wandering ritual becomes a reality, then Guardiola might be the first commander's successor? I am being favored by President La Porta.]
[Hahaha. No matter how gambler President La Porta is, it's not too much. Is Barcelona right on the verge of shipwreck?]
[At that time, you need to gamble. Maybe the result will be in today's game!]
Guardiola was busy tacticing.
But tactics are only one weapon, and it is the players who use them directly.
The use of tactics is up to them.
In other words, it was for Woo-young Woo and Busquets, who were in charge of each team's control tower.
When Busquets tried to speed up the game by instructing forward pressure, Ho-young, on the contrary, took the ball back for a long time.
Playmaking by Orthodox Riquelme.
It was tearing up the pressure of Busquets.
At first, I tried my best to cope with it, but after 10 minutes and 15 minutes, Busquets's spatial understanding became a barley bag.
'··· It's too busy. ···
The impatient Busquets attempted a breakthrough under Guardiola's direction, but improvising his opponent's tactics was not easy.
Moreover, there was something more problematic than that.
슥, swim, 슥.
The distribution speed and speed of the ball is frustratingly slow, but Woo-young is showing a sharp and fast off-the-ball movement.
It's hard to stop one, but I mixed up the two, so I was crazy for Busquets.
Usually trying to play two things at the same time will cause an imbalance, but Hoyoung did not see that.
Originally, Riquelme's style was slow, and he was vulnerable to the speedy personal mark.
But Kaka's playmaking is the opposite.
It is a style that has a strong tendency to have speedy speed ahead.
In other words, Kaka's talent compensated for Riquelme's shortcomings.
Kaka, on the other hand, was vulnerable to the opposing organizational pressure, but Rikelme's talent was taking care of it.
This is the result of tactics and football intelligence.
Not a crack, but a harmony.
It was flawless playmaking.
Guardiola, who analyzed the game, came up with a good response, but couldn't stop Woo Young completely unless the players could handle it.
Even Busquets were very cool.
Beep!
"Sergio!"
"Yes!"
Bussetts, called by the coach, stepped out while the goal was out.
"You have to keep making lines by going back and forth with the four hundred camp. Communicate with the fullback. In addition, the wingers join the defense, narrowing the space with the fullback. It makes the players in the empty spaces move actively. Relive the rhythm like that. Do you understand what I mean? "
[Guardiola is giving a special name to Busquets.]
[But Busquets scratches the back and looks a bit vague. You don't understand what the director said?]
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[haha. This is a side note, and in fact Guardiola has been a real manager on the professional team before Barcelona. As an active player.]
[Is that possible?]
[I was from Dorados de Cinario, Mexico. At that time, Guardiola was carrying black notebooks every time during training or playing games. Many of them have operated on players in real games.]
[haha. It's unusual. That's why the director appeared. Should I call a schoolboy geek? It is certain that the future is expected.]
The game between directors is here.
The fight was real from now on, the basic number of fights are over.
After taking a sneak lead, Castilla slowly gained a 60% share, slowly revealing his claws.
At the time the voice of the home crowd was high.
"¡Vamos!"
"Castilla!"
Magic spell.
At the same time, the white beasts that had been withdrawn so far leaped.
Castilla's head and Woo Ho-young's left pass.
widely-
Passing left, midfielder Gorka hit the front along the touchline without hesitation.
There was no exchange of eyes.
Gorka knew what Woo's pass meant.
It was because he was soaked in the body through countless repeated trainings and games.
It took only five months to breathe, but their teamwork was better than Barcelona B.
In the middle of the bridge was a good reason to do a good job.
after.
As Gorka broke through in a relaxed line, a 4-3-2-1 formation was formed.
Roeyoung's eyes turned forward.
Striker Cajehon, who was moving from side to side throughout the game, was on the left.
It was then.
Percussion.
Gorka's pass came back under Hoyoung's feet.
'now.'
Like to give.
Rolling the ball with a ball-like control, Ho-young did not reveal the path of the pass.
The next right pass followed.
"female!"
A ball rushing to the right through the grass.
There was enough space to create Kanggangsullae there.
Castilla's organizational movement was a work.
But not complete.
The end of the work is scoring.
A bitter move for it was blowing from the second line.
It was a storm.
Kaka's playmaking and space penetration.
Ho Young embarrassed Barcelona's defensive team with a strong off the ball movement.
"Do not scatter, stop in the middle! The central midfielder covers the side! Now, don't move without thinking. Look at the space, not just the player and the ball! "
Guardiola screamed as he shook his neck, but the players couldn't follow his way.
The ball was moving around the penalty area, creating a dangerous situation in no time.
Tak, Tak.
The ball soon returned to Ho Young.
The distance to the goal is about 19 meters.
As soon as Ho-young's foot was about to move, Busquets approached.
Busy moving forward, backward, left and right, he decided to concentrate on preventing the boom.
Busquets focused on concentration in front of goodwill.
'Medium range shot, hit, run, personal, stab to the left.'
As Busquets prepared for everything, he stepped up and narrowed the space.
Then Ho-young ran off two shots.
It was a very small space but it was ok.
Because 50 centimeters of radius was 1 meter for Hoyoung.
"··· !!"
Crazy rhythm.
Brilliantly moving Hoyoung's legs dazzle Busquets.
It seemed like playing rock with a soccer ball.
Despite the height of 180 centimeters, the flexibility flowed from head to leg.
There was no disharmony.
Only then Busquets realized.
What a great prospect this guy called Woo Ho Young.
I thought it might be one above Bojan.
No, maybe.
'Two numbers ······.'
Percussion!
A soccer ball hooking through the legs.
Alkagi aimed at the timing of the legs slightly open.
"··· Ah!"
Busquets reacted quickly and quickly turned back, but at that time, there was already a one-to-one situation.
"Ohhh!"
As the ball got closer to the goal, the audience was excited.
But only the silence flowed to the parties.
Goalkeeper and striker.
There was a psychological war between the two.
Calmness was Ho-young's, and tension was the goalkeeper's.
Percussion!
Armed with a calm, Ho Young stole the goalkeeper's dive timing with a quick and quick toe kick.
It was a flawless score.
"Ooh oh oh oh oh oh!"
A shout of tears ripped through the field.
The successor's ceremonies set fire to the audience.
"downpour!!"
The heat was blowing in the pitch that the cold wave was blowing.
The heat of the grass was killing the heat.
Castilla fans were excited and shouted Hoyeong's name.
It's a craze.
꺄
There was no sound of this kind.
Both men and women enjoyed this moment, shouting like a thunderous thunder.
Suddenly, one of the coffins with a hot face crossed the fence into the ground, and then rushed to Ho-young.
"Oh!"
Ground security guards prevented a kiss.
The alcohol smells like grass, and it looks like a glass of alcohol. Ho-young hugs the fan service and finishes the happiness.
This was my first time as Hoyoung, but I was embarrassed but thought it was a culture.
Is this the beauty of the derby match?
It was a good start.
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