For some reason, Director Laurent couldn't stop smiling as he said he had a good night's sleep last night.
The lead was only 1 point, but the important thing was that Korea showed no signs of survival.
All they had to do was score one more goal and lock down the defense.
As the second half began, France adopted a flat 4-4-2 strategy.
The intention was to use fast wingers to launch cross-focused side attacks.
As it was the most basic formation, its weaknesses were clear, but Coach Laurent prepared detailed tactics well and turned the weaknesses into strengths.
Accordingly, Korea, which used 4-3-3 as a counter tactic, was unable to gain a tactical advantage and gave up the opponent's flank attack.
That was a defeat.
Park Kyung-woon, who had bet on tactics, was having trouble off the pitch.
A frustrating game went by.
It seemed like both teams were fighting and sharing half of the possession, but from a practical standpoint, France was overwhelming.
However, at some point, Korea's attacks began to revive little by little.
The beginning of change was Woo Ho-young.
Percussion!
As soon as Hoyoung caught the ball and ran, a fierce fight broke out from the side.
It was Moussa Sissoko.
Since the second half of the game began, whenever Hoyoung went on the attack, he chased after him and used his large body to pin down Hoyoung.
Same thing this time too.
Sissoko quickly ran over and started a fight.
The reason was obvious.
I thought the referee wouldn't blow the whistle no matter what I did, as long as I didn't do anything too obvious, like use my hands or headbutt.
In fact, it has been that way ever since.
In particular, it was because of that that they were able to win 2-0 against Germany in the second match of the group match.
Biased home advantage decision.
Since then, Sissoko has not hesitated to do things that a sports player should not do.
They trusted the referee who was especially lenient towards the host country and committed minor fouls knowingly or unknowingly.
Contact beyond what was necessary was basic, and actions that warranted a warning, such as extreme physical fighting that went beyond shoulder charging.
However, all Sissoko received was a yellow card in the game against Germany.
In other words, it was an act that violated sportsmanship, and to put it mildly, it was a clever act.
Using the home advantage is also a player's ability.
Sissoko was using it very cleverly.
It was the same at this moment.
Pow!
When the game was stopped because of Woo Ho-young, Sissoko, who could no longer bear it, expressed his anger.
however.
"…?!"
Didn't fall.
'what!'
Woo Ho-young, who thought he was going to fall, regained his sense of balance and stood up like a roly-poly.
'why?'
It was questionable.
I didn't push it with all my might, but at this level, it's normal for me to be rolling around on the floor…
'Why is it this hard?'
The reason was simple.
This is because Hoyoung had the 'natural black muscles (B-)' that he got from Mamado Sakho.
In other words, it made Hoyoung's body even more powerful.
Sissoko, who had no way of knowing that, could not hide his embarrassment.
If you were going to hit it like that, you should have hit it with all your might. Let's wait and see.
Hoyoung said with that expression.
"What are you doing?"
A full-scale fight began.
Would this be the picture if a rabbit and a leopard met in the field?
The impatient black leopard chased after the rabbit with all his might.
However, Hoyoung was not the type to suffer like that.
Sissoko was four years older than Hoyoung and physically superior to him, but Hoyoung had things that he did not have.
First of all, while Sissoko was very lacking in basic skills, Hoyoung was a promising player who had thoroughly studied the basics.
That's where the most extreme difference arose, and Hoyoung's versatility and soccer intelligence also played a role.
Of course, Sissoko wasn't that smart.
It's just that I didn't have to think about playing soccer because I was physically so good.
And it ended up like this because that habit was ingrained from a young age.
From then on, Sissoko forgot about his job and concentrated on catching Hoyoung.
That was exactly what Hoyoung wanted, and while they were wasting time, Seok Hyung-jun and Lee Cheong-ryong ended up doing it.
Clap!
It was an equalizing goal that came midway through the second half.
'Yes, this is Brazilian soccer!'
Flexibility that loosens the opponent's tight tactics.
That was some of what I learned in Brazil over the past two years.
30 minutes in the second half.
Director Laurent's voice grew louder.
"Sissoko! Wake! "Don't fall for his tricks!"
While Sissoko was obsessed with Woo Ho-young, the pressure on the first and third lines was significantly relaxed.
This was the reason why the Korean team's ball distribution became smoother and the attack revived.
Sissoko, who has to support both the first and third lines, is only preoccupied with Hoyoung.
Because of this, difficulties arose.
If things continued like this, there really would be no answer.
'this. What the hell happened in the locker room? The game has changed 180 degrees.'
The face of Sissoko, who boasted that he could stop someone like Woo Ho-young with his eyes closed, came to mind.
'I told you to be careful, but you seem like an ignorant bastard.'
Even though I had told him, it was heartbreaking to see Sissoko being bullied by Woo Ho-young.
"Sissoko! "Stay where you are!"
"Oh, I got it!"
I kept shouting, but that was the only thing that changed.
However, it was impossible to replace Sissoko because there were no resources to replace box-to-box.
Sissoko's role was so important.
But isn't it possible to exclude him from the finals, let alone the practice or evaluation matches?
Moreover, there was no use replacing Sissoko now.
'There is no defender who can stop Woo Ho-young.'
At least not in France.
Adding another player only made it worse.
'There is no player who can keep up with that speed.'
To put it bluntly, the talent that Hoyoung showed in the last few games was at the highest level in the entire competition.
In addition, he has good looks and interview skills, so his star quality cannot be overemphasized.
'I don't know who the coach of my team is, but I really want it.'
It was a great fortune as a coach to be able to nurture such a promising player.
Although it was only for a moment, Laurent even felt envious of the coach of Sao Paulo FC.
"Let's cheer up just a little longer!!"
As 45 minutes of the second half passed and 5 minutes of extra time came to an end, the voices of Korean players rang out on the field.
'Okay, just a little more…'
Hoyoung believed in the ten team members who were with him.
I was able to get up here because they backed me up.
But this time was different.
If you were pulling a cart in front until now, today it's the opposite.
It felt like ten people were pushing a cart full of bodies from behind.
Kkuyeok kkuyeok.
While making sacrifices, he constantly found a way.
The ants were creating a path to attack and victory.
"Whoa."
"What a dog. Do you think that will help you escape my pressure?"
I couldn't understand the meaning of Sissoko's words that I occasionally heard… No, even if I knew French, I didn't have the power to interpret it.
It was to die for.
Even though Hoyoung had the same 'abundant amount of activity' talent as Sissoko, the degree to which he could utilize it was different.
If Sissoko utilizes the maximum of his talent, Hoyoung is only at about 80%.
It was a difference in age and physical constitution.
Hoyoung also acknowledged that.
The fact that physically he is one step below Sissoko.
That's why I moved even more diligently.
The back of my head was tingling and my throat was sore because my saliva had dried, but I could bear it.
I've experienced games better than this.
And finally.
'done.'
Taaagh!
While Hoyoung moved around the midfield and eluded Sissoko, Lee Cheong-ryong succeeded in making a surprise breakthrough into the first line.
The number of allies' attacks is four.
There are only three opposing defenders.
Hoyoung's eyes quickly turned.
At the same time, the body flew out as quickly as lightning.
Like lightning.
Because it was my last chance, I ran out with all my might.
It was the 48th minute of the second half.
"!!"
Sissoko followed Hoyoung, who shot out like a rocket, but lost it in less than a few seconds.
'What the fuck? 'How can you be faster with the ball?'
Sissoko realized for a moment.
Woo Ho-young was not a rabbit, but a tiger wearing a rabbit's mask…
But by the time I realized it, it was already too late.
The tiger was really angry and was going crazy.
and.
'It's open.'
The tiger succeeded in securing various attack routes through fearsome space penetration.
"Huh…"
Hoyoung let out a heavy breath and ran across the field at full speed again.
The destination was forward, but the direction was not determined.
They were wandering around the field aimlessly, like dandelion seeds fluttering in the wind.
Even the French defense showed disorderly movements due to the brilliant infiltration.
It was right then.
"!"
Lee Cheong-ryong, who broke through to the left flank along the touchline, cast his gaze this way.
It was immediately after that that an accurate and fast ground ball cross came in.
Hoyoung's eyes turned forward.
'It's not enough!'
The shooting angle was too narrow to hit non-stop.
Mamadou Sakho had already approached Hoyoung's feet.
Sacco's eyes were filled with confidence.
He said he cut this out. He said he blocked it!
But it was a mistake.
Slurp.
Let alone a mid-range shot, Hoyoung didn't even touch the ball.
Instead, I just let it go.
To Seok Hyeongjun behind him.
'Hyungjun hyung!'
A perfect no-mark chance.
Seok Hyeong-jun, who caught the ball behind him, prepared a powerful right-footed shot.
But a problem arose.
Pow!
"Kaaak!"
Beep!
The referee's whistle suddenly interrupted the flow of the game.
It was Sissoko's back tackle that caused it.
Anyone could see that the 80kg giant back tackle had malicious intentions.
Accordingly, the referee took out a red card despite the home advantage.
No matter how lenient one was toward the home team, this was an issue that could not be tolerated.
Since Sissoko had already been seen several times, it was a decision that had no choice but to go ahead with it.
Criticizing voices erupted from the audience toward the referee, but they knew it too.
This means that anyone can see that it is a proper measure.
"Holy shit!"
Sissoko showed a red-faced attitude and went to the bench.
And Seok Hyeong-jun was taken out of the stadium on a stretcher, writhing in pain.
We'll have to wait and see how it progresses, but fortunately it doesn't seem to be a serious injury.
'Damn it.'
Hoyoung's lips trembled.
If he hadn't let the ball go to Seok Hyung-jun earlier, this situation wouldn't have happened…
Such thoughts were pounding in his head, but Ho-young struggled to come to his senses.
Then I went to Kim Shin-woo and told him.
"Brother, I'll kick it."
49 minutes of the second half.
regret?
worry?
Nowadays, such feelings are a luxury.
The only way to truly help Seok Hyeong-Jun was to turn this goal into a score.
Hoyoung widened the distance for the approach.
Six steps.
The distance to the gate is approximately 17 meters.
The audience's loud booing pierced his eardrums, but Hoyoung's mind was extremely calm.
"Whoop."
I couldn't hear anything except my breathing.
As if he was trapped in his own space, all Hoyoung could see was a round soccer ball.
There was no nervous battle with the goalkeeper.
He just stared at the ball with cold eyes and stretched out his legs in stride.
One step.
Two steps.
And three steps…
"…!"
He slightly widened his stride and took away the opposing goalkeeper's timing.
He kicked the ball quickly and precisely with an instant in front.
It was immediately after that that the net began to shake.
It was a comeback goal from a soccer prodigy.
"Waaaaaaaa!"
The cheers of his teammates, as if the stadium was floating, reached Hoyoung's ears.
And something completely unexpected flashed before my eyes.
[Concise and accurate free kick (B-)↑]
An unexpected harvest.
Free kicks, which were limited to toe kicks, have taken on a new form.
A charming smile appeared on Hoyoung's lips.
It was a contrast to the image of Sissoko sitting in the stands and looking devastated.
And exactly 10 seconds after that.
Beep!
The last night in France has come to an end.
2 to 1.
It was the moment when Korea ascended to the throne of the Montague Tournament.
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