At the same time as the kickoff, Hoyoung popped forward.

Surprised by a random rush, Adriano hurriedly turned the ball over and passed the crisis.

But.

"Hua."

Hoyoung continued to run, breathing hard.

Constantly pouring energy, putting high pressure on nutrition.

Raul also joined in and stirred the camp of Inter.

[The atmosphere has changed since the first half.]

[The players have been fighting since the start of the game.]

[A half time miracle? I'm wondering what kind of conversation came up in the locker room.]

Half time.

Tim's youngest friend Woo Young stood in the middle and said,

'We must promote the atmosphere.'

So when the other players asked for a way, Ho Young insisted that he had to put a lot of pressure on his defense.

It was the answer.

But there was a problem.

There is no stamina to last until the end.

If that was not the case was not a tactic.

So other players thought it would be impossible before they even started.

It wasn't the way they could afford it.

However, there was a word of Ho-young who changed the mood.

-It's not over until it's over. I'll try it before. until the death.

At first, there might be someone who thinks to leave.

None of them had a shorter career than Hoyoung.

But no one thought that.

Because it was authentic.

Inspired by this, Raul called the players together.

We must be in pain. If we are struggling with each other little by little, we can overcome it enough.

Crucially, that changed the attitude of the players 180 degrees.

Players who were tired of the long schedule also recovered their strength and showed their determination.

That was what led to the situation.

[great. It's not easy to do this from the start of the game. Despite being the first leg, Real Madrid seemed to play without looking back.]

[good. Fighting is good. But I don't know if my health will be fine.]

It was a matter of course.

But in the forefront, Woo Woo-young was holding up a monster.

Like a bird in the V shape of migratory birds, they were leading the team from the front.

After gaining Nedved's talent, it's a good reason to become stronger.

If physical strength was now confident.

There, extraordinary efforts resulted in synergies.

It was around 65 minutes late.

Tada!

Inter, who had taken possession of it in a short pass, began to overpower the long ball after overcoming strong pressure.

[Aerial view going up into the halfline. Diarra catches you. I give it to Zidane immediately.]

Since then.

Real Madrid's counterattack began.

Percussion!

[Zidane's ground ball pass directly to Raul! Raul descends and looks straight ahead!]

Switching play.

Ho Young, who was on the front of Raul, broadened his horizons.

Analyzing the flow of the game with strong judgment.

The back space was tight, so no penetration was possible.

'Break through.'

Predictive power, it is located in an exquisite position that is invisible to others.

What I needed from now on was unfocused concentration.

Percussion!

[Rahwoo's pass Woo Ho-young goes forward.]

[Just run like that? The players have not yet climbed up.]

Just ran.

I went as if I was trapped in my own world.

Fear was not found at all.

His goal was only the goal.

Woo Ho-young tries to break through the ball quickly. Vieira approaches.]

[At the same time, Cambiasso assists in the vicinity.]

Vieira caught up as soon as he detected the danger.

As he was from EPL, he had a tough fight with his shoulders in place.

In addition, Ho Young made a movement to remove as much space as possible.

It was a defensive method learned in Serie.

'You finish me today.'

With that in mind, Vieira put a lot of power on her body and pushed it hard.

This seemed to be able to overcome Woo-young enough.

I was sure.

How many will it cost the heavyweight to push on?

Even when given caution or warning, it is a hundred times better than giving a chance.

But then it was.

That is broken.

"··· Wick!"

It was Vieira's body, not Ho-yeong, who was really wobbly.

[Joo Woo-young is soaked instantly!]

[Woo-young, coming out of the side of Vieira like a loach! High concentration in that short moment!]

Vieira went out in a matter of minutes.

He regained his sense of balance with an animal-like sense, but Ho-young was already out of his reach.

Hoyoung struggled half-time to target Vieira.

Vieira was much younger and faster than he thought, so he chose to avoid the game rather than face it.

Even so, weight differences could not be ignored.

So this was the conclusion.

Immediately after, Cambiasso struck.

However.

Ugh!

"······ 큭!"

There's another good way, but don't you have to deal with it?

If you continue to be fooled.

Ho-young, who had stopped dribbling swiftly, turned a little and induced the killing of cambiaso.

[Perfect timing! Cambiasso caught up with his hands!]

'done.'

Hoeyoung's mouth tip broke through to Cambiaso.

The stiff face slowly stretched out.

Eyes, on the other hand, became sharper.

Penalty Area.

There was only one who was blocking the way to it.

'Cordova.'

Ivan Cordoba.

Scared to get away from the cambiaso, he came up and grabbed the space.

That was his specialty and merit.

The best center defender in Colombia, Zata was recognized for his speed and position.

Tackle and interpersonal marks lag behind Mascherano, but it was unique to calm down their opponent's veins.

That's what Ho Young was aiming for.

Right, head-to-head.

[Woo-woo, dodge and confront!]

[Ivan Cordova puts his foot in a surprise!]

However.

"······ !!"

Agility and predictive power were the best.

"Oops!"

Farming.

Ho Young pulled the ball back out of position with a slight twist.

Cordoba's balance naturally leaned forward, and Hoyoung's body moved forward.

The time leading to the next action was less than 0.5 seconds.

Perak!

[Hoo-young, who is hitting forward!]

[Julio Cesar remains in front of the goal!]

Ho-young entered the penalty area and ran without stopping.

The flow was fast, and Hoyoung was faster and harder.

The embarrassing Walter Samuel rushed to Hoyoung for his speed, but the ball had already left.

It was a shooting of the whole that contained everything that had endured so far.

Woo Woo-young

[Oh My God! Julio Cesar's defense!]

Cesar saves a shot at an awesome response.

I almost became a hero, but the shooting power was more powerful than I missed the ball.

And.

Cheongung!

It was sucked into the goal and posted a goal.

[Go oh oh oh oh oh! It is a goal! Woo Young makes a huge rally! To make the Champions League No. 7 goal!]

[Unbelievable···. What did I just see? Didn't that player just do it alone? It wasn't enough to face three people in charge of Inter's iron wall guards.]

The commentator was shocked and could not speak.

Has anyone ever made this impact in football history?

Woo-young was becoming a footballer of all time.

[It must be fatal to Inter. If you finish 2-1 at home, it will be a lot of pressure in the second leg.]

[That's right. This season, Real Madrid at Santiago Bernabeu is considered more powerful than ever.]

But there was a bigger problem than allowing a run.

"Alas!"

Cesar complained of pain and threw off the goalkeeper's gloves.

A red, hot finger came out.

The crowd seemed to come.

Goalkeepers are basically trained to prevent injuries, but they can't protect their hands from everything.

That's the case right now.

Julius Cesar looked at Hoyoung's back with terrified eyes.

'What's wrong with that? ·····?'

Normally the shooting speed of the players was 70km per hour, which was just incomparable.

I thought it would be more powerful than the record-breaking Roberto Carlos' 150 kilos per hour.

Cesar eventually had to request a replacement.

[How strong is it that Cesar was injured?]

[I think the impact was even greater while rubbing on the fingertips. The pinky might have gotten a bit overwhelmed. If you do this, you probably won't be able to compete in the second game.]

[I have to check the shooting speed right after the game. Maybe the shooting speed record breaks. It's a series of surprises.]

And so, Ho-young's leg was a nuclear bomb.

Taekwondo gold medalist Kim Sung-min's awakening.

Devil's left foot Roberto Carlos kicks.

Cannon Shooter Diego Forlan's shooting power.

Thigh of the car boom.

All that was mixed together was the previous shooting.

The race after that was a series of wars.

Inter struggled for extra points, and Real Madrid struggled to stop it.

But it really was Raul Gonzalez that broke the extra goal.

It was a tie for Real Madrid by Woo-young's assist.

And.

Beep-

2 to 2.

Luckily for Real Madrid, the game was a draw.

As a result, Patrick Vieira was upset.

'Don't have blood on that head!'

His experience was too unpleasant to describe the feelings he had suffered by a far behind attacker.

Much worse than when you worked with Kaka.

There are a few things you need to be careful about when you stop him, but when you were facing Woo-young, you had to care about everything.

Personal skills, shooting, passing, breaking through, etc.

With all the possibilities in mind, we could have hope of stopping them.

Even Ronaldo, who faced the 1998 World Cup, was not that much.

Then what is that Asian?

Chicken meat came up over my skin.

Fear itself.

'crazy······.'

Vieira didn't break out of the shock a few minutes later.

It was like a mix of the best of the superstars I have met so far.

And Ho-young stared at the Vieira, clasped her fist.

'If you play until the second game, you can upgrade the natural muscles of black people.'

Moreover, Cambiaso, Adriano's talent could be greeted.

In addition, Ho-young's name was added to the MOM announced immediately after the game.

Youngest Round of 4 MOM, Youngest Round of 4, Youngest Round of 4 and more.

It was Ho-young who broke the youngest title without fail.

And another quarterfinal that took place the previous day.

Barcelona, ​​who brought Manchester United home, made the best member, winning a 4-2 victory after a fierce battle.

This gradually outlined the Champions League final, and at the same time, the El Classico league was coming four days ahead.

It was now time to decide who won the championship.