This time it broke.

Woo Ho Young's equalizer.

[Friendship goal! Woo Ho-young's awesome shots changed the net! Incredible fantastic score!]

[What did I say? Woo Ho Young said he did it!]

SBC's Park Moon-seok and Woo Sang-chul's commentator yelled at the throat.

In particular, Woo Sang-chul, who was the main figure of the 2002 World Cup semi-final myth, was not an uproar.

[What do you need? There is no other player in the world. I'm a proud junior.]

[Let's see it again!]

[Yeah, look at this. In the midfield, Marquisio and Montolivo made a nice breakthrough using a twisted line. In particular, breathing with Ki Sung-ryong was amazing. Maybe this is the best goal in the Olympics. Look at the crowd!]

The stadium shook with cheers.

The Chinese and Italians cheering for Italy became quiet as if they were dead.

Catastrophe.

Director Casiraghi shook his head and poured out his anger.

I had an ominous feeling that I would lose in a game that had to win unconditionally.

"You can't stop that one. These dumb guys. "

Casillagi thinks that the goal was not good enough.

I could prevent it enough.

Of course, it was unavoidable to be pierced by the dazzling personalities.

Woo-young's footwork was at a level that Casira also acknowledged.

The only thing he didn't like was what happened earlier.

'Fools. Can't cope with the obvious operation. No matter how young you are,

Yield a hundred times and tolerated to that point.

But what I do not understand the most was Montolivo's response.

'There was obviously two timings, why aren't you tackle?'

It didn't make any sense.

In preparation for this situation, he has been operating the 'U-Woo Injury Operation', but Montolivo missed the opportunity once.

'Damn it.'

It was a game that must be won.

Of course, there is a high probability of entering the quarter-finals even in the match today, but there was a big difference between going to the top of the group and going up to the second.

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

That was to be avoided.

'You have to be alert from now on.'

If you lose a cow, you'll be happy to fix it.

Casiragi raised his hand and sent a signal to Montolivo.

But Montolivo tried to ignore the signal.

Somehow his face was painted with no confidence.

Above ground.

'하 ···.'

Montolivo was not convinced.

In fact, I had a few chances to send Woo Young, but I couldn't do it because hesitated.

Until the start of the game was determined firmly, but when faced with the situation did not move.

I was afraid.

Is this what you can do in the name of tactics?

The confrontation of good and evil did not end in the mind.

There was a big difference between inadvertent committing and planning.

This was not easy as the same football player.

Moreover, he could have left a big mistake in his football life.

Too much of it was apt to be branded as a junky player.

It will have a major impact on future player life.

For that reason, the bishop could not be unconditional.

The choice is yours.

Once committed, it was his responsibility.

Wait for the conflict to come.

Montolivo was awakened for a moment.

I woke up and noticed that the team's situation was much inclined.

'우호영 ······.'

He realized that Mark was getting more and more concentrated, and he had diversified his attack by securing various attack paths.

South Korea's simple attack development has become more diverse and the flow of the game has been faster.

This was no longer an Italian match.

It was gradually boiling with South Korea.

'It's because of me.'

Montolivo was reproached.

Because they did not prevent Woo Young properly, there was a gap.

The idea that all was the source of everything bothered Montolivo.

And made him move.

'Yes. I'm just closing my eyes. '

I ate my heart firmly.

If you lose the game because of your mission failure, it will suffer as well.

Right now, I didn't see my colleagues.

So I stepped out.

'Let's fight first so that we don't get tired.'

I was going to provoke it.

If you play a game that focuses on blocking a pass and you do a casual tackling, it's easy for anyone to doubt it.

Since then.

[Montolivo! Close to Woo Ho Young!]

[Be careful. That player, why are my eyes nervous?]

[What do you see?

[haha. I feel like it's because I've been a player. Usually called psychological warfare. But that's what makes some guys so excited.]

[So what about the heart of Montolivo?]

[I think I'm crazy about Woo-young's dizzy movement. I lost my confidence. Woo Ho-young should take this opportunity and play more aggressively!]

Half was right and half was wrong.

Montolivo was staring at Woo Woo with his eyes widened, but he was not losing his confidence.

On the contrary, when Woo-young caught the ball, she ran into a fierce fight.

10 minutes.

Beep-

The referee of Franco ran to warn Montolivo.

This is because the referee has exceeded the range of tolerable struggles.

"Yes. I'll be careful. "

It seemed to go so well.

But at that moment, turning around, Montolivo made a decision in his mind.

'This was enough.'

Attention received by the referee.

This made it clear that his play was rough.

In other words, the base is all laid.

Now when we start acting.

Now was the time to reveal the teeth that were hiding.

The opportunity came soon.

Percussion!

Woo Ho-young, who received Lee Chung-ryong's pass, ran and ran as soon as the space on the right was slightly opened.

As if he had waited, Montolivo joined him.

First had a good position to attach to Ho Young.

However, his main focus was so fast that he had to watch the game as soon as possible.

2 seconds more.

The key was how naturally it did.

'Left shin!'

Montolivo, who clings to Ho Young, momentarily put his shoulder.

In a short moment, it spread to a rough struggle.

Montolivo was about to tumble over his thigh muscles as he fell with Woo Ho Young, and everything seemed to go according to plan.

[Montolivo sticks out! Woo Young! Hold on! Woo Young! Woo Young! Do you fall!]

Il-sun, Woo-young's body was slightly tilted to the right.

It was about to fall.

Montolivo caught it for a short time.

Never missed the gap, he pushed Woo-young back.

Falling together as it trampled the thighs was the end of the game.

By the way.

'···?'

Woo Young did not fall.

Just like a tightrope walk, across the touch line, Yongke was dribbling.

I couldn't believe it even with my eyes.

Although his physique is smaller, his opponent is only 15 years old.

Of course, I thought I could fall over at any time.

But somehow did not go beyond.

'What's this? ··.'

Even if the physique is hard, Ho-Hyoung's body was enduring the struggle.

Like throwing a shock like a rubber band,

Woo Young never fell.

Rather, half the speed of death began to rise.

This was Ho Young's body, which showed rapid growth a few days ago.

Black Panther's Resilient Muscle (U)

Talent that has been coveted from Etoile.

It still needed more time to get it completely.

Nevertheless, the greatness has already been realized.

Because of the unfamiliar talents, the body could overload, but the body balance was a good balance between them.

Without knowing this, Montolivo was absurd.

Is there any other boy with this physical in the world?

That thought was passing by.

Fuzzy!

"··· Kaak !!"

Hoyoung's body, once speeded up, jumped forward like Pabalma.

Montolivo, who tried to fight too hard, lost his balance and missed it.

The reaction was out of reach as big as it was running at full speed.

[Montolivo! I'm falling out! Woo Ho-young breaks through the right side along the touch line! Woo Ho-young looking at Park Joo-hyung! Do you cross?

But before that.

Beep-

[Oh, the referee stops the game.]

[Yes. I don't think Montolivo is in bad shape. I'm struggling lying on the floor. I think I was shocked as I fell.]

After rolling a few laps off the floor, Montolivo gasped.

The stars seemed to whirl in front of me.

As my head was bruised, all the organs seemed to spill out of my mouth.

No, he was complaining of dizziness when his face became pale.

The referee and team doctor ran quickly.

But it was Woo Woo-young who arrived earlier.

"OK?"

"Ah ... I think the inside is upside down."

"What is your head?"

"OK···. I didn't bump ...

It wasn't likely that it was a concussion.

Nevertheless, Ho Young immediately went to first aid.

Taking off Montolivo's soccer shoes, he helped circulate blood by rubbing his hands and feet.

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

Other players also came and actively helped with first aid.

Wait a minute.

As soon as the emergency team came in and looked at Montolivo's condition, his face slowly began to return.

Even the Chinese who booed without a try even put a zipper on their mouths.

It was then.

Evenly.

Applause rang out in the middle of the Korean audience, and it spread like an epidemic, and soon applause came out.

Most of them were clapping, except for some Chinese with poor manners.

[Fortunately, the. Montolivo, you wake up.]

[He looks warm. Isn't this the sport spirit?]

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

The game was stopped for a while.

Athlete trainers came in and used the Concussion protocol to determine whether to replace Montolivo.

And after a while.

"No problem. You can resume the game. "

After the trainer's remarks came out, the referee called for a free kick from Korea after picking up a yellow card for Montolivo.

It was a warning against intense fighting.

The boo of the crowd was poured out, but the referee was not willing.

Beep-

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

The angle was quite ambiguous to hit directly, so Ki Sung-ryok stepped out as a kicker and Woo-young decided to go inside the box.

"I'll give you a long way, let's dig from the outside to the inside."

"Yeah."

Ho-young nodded his head into the box.

"Hey."

Montolivo.

Unexpectedly he said, grabbing hold of Hoyoung's forearm.

"I'm sorry."

"what?"

"···."

Montolivo talked away from his eyes.

"... Thank you for your first aid."

It was Montolivo who wanted to admit it honestly, but I couldn't.

"Hey! Montolivo! "

"Well?"

But then, outside of the touchline, Casiragi was urgently calling him.

Montolivo ran over there.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. My head is not hurt at all. "

"Good thing. If you can't run, tell me now. "

"no. I'm just surprised. "

"Then it's good. Go ahead. "

"Yeah."

"Oh, wait a minute."

Casiraghi whispered in a small voice.

"Send it on this occasion. You can't give a penalty instead. If you aren't confident to disguise yourself in an accident, look for the next opportunity. As the battle goes on, you will have a chance outside the penalty. "

"······."

"Why there is no answer? You've already laid out the rice. "

"Okay."

After the reply, Montolivo ran into the box.

And followed the Hoyoung's intensive check.

Thank you so much, but it was a war.

There was no romance in the professional world.

Shortly afterwards, Ki Sung-ryong's sharp free kick flew, and both jumped at the same time.