After the match, the ground split in just two ways.

"Oh uh uh uh uh uh!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Good job, everyone good!"

Most of Manchester City's players enjoyed their joy with the bench members and coaching staff.

But some did not.

Yaya Toure and Iniesta.

Just a few years ago, they were part of Barcelona and were not happy.

It was because the other camp was terrible like a portrait house.

Iniesta, who had been with them until last year, was hiding his face in respect of his opponents and Barcelona fans.

Ronaldinho was an exception.

Long ago, when he had a big year in Barcelona, ​​he enjoyed enough pleasure and encouraged his opponents.

The first was Lionel Messi.

"Leo, you struggled."

Ronaldinho, Messi's teacher and brother-in-law, shook his shoulders and comforted him warmly.

"Ha ..."

A sigh flowed out of Messi's mouth.

It was unfair.

25 years old.

If he was young, he could achieve a lot of pleasure that others could not achieve at that age.

But not the best.

Of course, there have been many times in life.

When I was young, I heard a dribbling of a football prodigy. When I was out of childhood, I visited the best prestigious Barcelona and scouted.

It was always the first life.

There was nothing to fear.

Even in adolescence, the speed of growth was enormous and attracted many people's attention.

Since his debut in the professional world, he has peaked, calling himself the "God of Football."

The best football player in the world.

It was only a step away from getting its title.

Ronaldo, who was in full bloom before him, was blocking him, but he was able to beat him and be the best.

But an unthinkable obstacle blocked his future.

Woo Young.

As he appeared, the game was completely reversed.

I never dared to imagine this happening at the Beijing Olympics.

At that time he thought he would be the best in the world.

But it turned out that there was a real god of football.

'우호영 ······.'

In terms of football, there was a term called Lionel Messi.

Sadly, the world didn't care much about second person.

No matter what I did, I was always ridiculed by Woo Ho Young.

This season is the same.

The league scorer, UEFA Champions League record-breaking record, overwhelming record of the league, the king's cup, and so on.

That's why I endured severe training with bloody sweat for today.

After the first 20 minutes of the match, the amount of activity dropped drastically, but I was able to say with confidence that I poured everything I could.

But.

"Big black.

The only thing that came back was defeat.

At the moment, Messi's eyes were filled with tears.

"Big black."

When I was embraced by Ronaldinho, my emotions went up.

"OK. You did well enough I showed you everything you can show this season. It was just bad luck. "

"I know···. However······."

"Yes, up there. Don't think more than that. He's not something we can solve by worrying. I realized only after being the same team. He is far from our common sense. "

Advice on Woo-young Woo.

Common sense thinks only the party is hard.

As Ronaldinho said, the answer was not to think at all.

"You can do better next time. You are still young. So don't get too serious. "

"But Woo Ho-young is much younger than me."

It was as if Woo-young could never beat him unless he retired first.

Then suddenly, Ronaldinho's face changed seriously.

"One day Young said to Azar. Don't compete, play soccer. Play the football you liked when you were young. "

"······."

"Do you still have fun with football?"

"Alas······."

Messi couldn't answer clearly.

At some point, he was desperate to be conscious of the goodwill.

"If you think of him as a competition, you'll only get harder."

Sincere advice from Ronaldinho.

But that did not comfort Messi.

It was nothing but a good feeling that moved his heartbreaking heart.

"Lionell Messi."

Woo Ho-young approaches Messi's head.

He took off his uniform and reached out to Messi.

Then I opened my mouth.

"When I was young, I dreamed of seeing you."

"Do you mean it?"

"I'm serious. I've always thought that way. Even now. I don't know how blessed you are to be able to play soccer on the same stadium as you and great players like you. "

When Ho-young spoke with all his heart, the mood quickly reversed.

The heavy air seemed to get lighter.

And at that moment, Messi's hand popped out.

"Thank you."

Ms. Hoi-yeong shakes hands and thanks Messi.

It seemed to be comforting now.

Encouragement of Woo-young Woo, the world's best.

It is because the encouragement and the dimensions of others are different.

I don't know how his warm words will change Messi's life in the future, but I was convinced of at least one thing.

To play soccer.

I think I should think again about my direction as a footballer.

Since then, a great awards ceremony has been held.

"Oh uh uh uh uh uh!"

As Ho Young lifted Big Ear, an ardent voice burst out.

Second big year in life.

The impression that lifted it could not be said in words.

In addition, he won the Champions League MVP and the Scoring King at the same time, winning the highest award in all competitions this season.

'I've come to here.'

Feelings crossed.

There was still a lot of football left, and I felt like I was nearing the end.

Apart from feelings of winning, all of a sudden, tears seemed to ping.

Then, at the time of Ho-young's eyes, someone similar to himself shone.

Guardiola was crying with his hands in his pocket.

He struggled to swallow tears, but he couldn't control the feelings of bliss.

That's because he beat Barcelona, ​​his own team, to the throne.

Feelings crossed.

The moments of trouble so far seemed to be overwhelming themselves.

At that moment, Ho-young went over there and opened her mouth.

"Director. Congratulations. And you suffered a lot. "

right.

Guardiola is now the master of the great record that no one dared to imitate.

And he thought that was all thanks to Woo-young.

"Thank you. Don't forget this moment until you die. "

"The same is true."

Thank you.

Guardiola could only say that.

[Manchester City Achieves Grand Prize, Ranks Top Club in Just Two Years]

Articles about Man City's great work have been published in newspapers around the world.

Correspondingly, Manchester City had the greatest boom ever.

A total of W56 billion won was paid for the rights to win the EPL.

Approximately 130 billion won by EPL co-allocation.

About 75 billion won is distributed according to the number of TV broadcasts.

It was Manchester City, which earned about $ 26 billion in subscription rights from EPL alone.

In addition, the FA Cup and League Cup, etc., amount to 300 billion won.

In addition to winning the Champions League, it earned KRW 172 billion, including broadcast fees, national broadcast income, ticket sales, and winning prizes.

In fact, most of this was Woo Woo-young's profit.

Mansour went to Manchester and took a seat with Ho Young.

Holding a map of Manchester City, he opened his mouth pointing at a huge site.

"You see here?"

"Yeah."

"To have."

"Yeah?"

"You're your house from today."

"······."

"If you don't like it, tell me."

"Would it be?"

A spacious garden with perfect symmetry and a large fountain in the middle of it.

Behind it was a mansion resembling a cathedral.

It was like a drama.

I didn't think Mansour would do something this time, but I couldn't imagine that he would present the whole mansion.

It looked better than the 15 billion dollar Beckingham Palace that David Beckham lived in Manchester long ago.

"Isn't the place you live now from the club? Take this opportunity to get yourself. "

"Thank you. But still ...

Ho Young refused.

An estimated $ 60 billion a year wasn't that he didn't have enough money to buy a house.

I couldn't afford to buy a house because I wasn't sure if I'd stay in Manchester.

That was because of the burden.

But Mansour seemed to understand all that.

"If it's a burden or something, don't be burdened and just have it. Wherever I go, I'd like a villa in England. "

Gift.

There was no meaning beyond that.

If you count the profits Woo-young brought to the club, it was only a small amount of money.

Not only because of economic gains, but also because of Mansur's external image and the value of every company he runs.

It was also one of the biggest gains of taking FIFA's power.

So this could be enough.

Asked Mansour.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"Well, we will be taking part in the World Tour Charity Event. With many legend soccer players. "

"No, I'll be next season."

Mansour threw a stone fastball.

Will you stay next season or are you going to leave?

In fact, Ho Young and Mansour's promise was one year.

But two years have passed.

Moreover, it was no exaggeration to say that he achieved everything he could do in the club.

Of course, as a Mansour, I did not want to let go, but I did not keep the promise.

If Ho-young said he would leave, he would be happy to send it.

Ho-young responded briefly.

"Thank you for your attention."

It was not yet time to answer something with certainty.

I couldn't even look ahead.

Ho-young decided to let go of her worry and enjoy this moment.

One thing is clear, there is still a way to go.

I just went to the path silently.

Ho-young has been hit by slops from everywhere since the finals.

In addition to numerous advertising offers, as the ransom soared to heaven, existing contracts were renewed at higher sums.

The good news didn't stop there.

Best of all, Monica was selected as the national team to participate in the 2012 London Olympics.

But a few days later, a great news came over all that.

lazy afternoon.

It was a call to Lucie, Ho-young's agent.

-The Spanish Athletic Federation, the National Competitiveness Committee, Alfonso is called.

About three months before the London Olympics.

Ho Young opened a new opportunity.

Superhuman limitation.

It might be a good chance to go beyond that and get to the end.