Chapter 172 – Episode 170. Special Training. (5)

[In the top of the 7th inning, two outs. Ji Maeng-ho steps in.]

[Hey, the enthusiasm for cheering is hot. Even though he is 0-hit in 3 at-bats today, the player standing at bat right now deserves cheers. This is Ji Maeng-ho, who is currently taking first place in all but hits and runs.]

[The battle between Plank and Ji Maeng-ho. The previous three at-bats ended with one strikeout and two outfield flies, but after Ji Maeng-ho struck out for the first time, the distance of the batted ball gradually increased, right?]

[You’re right. Plank, who throws in the mid-150 range, and Ji Maeng-ho, who leads the league in home runs. It can be seen as a battle of power versus power.]

‘It’s okay, I think I’ll pass if I get hit properly.’

‘Can you feel it?’

At Rossby’s words, the fierce tiger quietly nodded his head. In his first at-bat, after being struck out by Charlotte’s foreign pitcher Plank, he was getting hit by the bat little by little, so Maengho’s confidence wasn’t particularly strange.

3:2. In the beginning of the 7th inning, they were being pulled by 1 point. ATs need to get on base more than ever. Maengho stepped into the plate while receiving cheers from the fans.

‘Plank, speed is in the mid-150s, today’s maximum speed is 156 km/h. The balls to watch out for are the slider and sinker. Sliders are in the mid-130s and sinkers are in the late 140s. I enjoy an aggressive game.’

After standing at bat, Maengho ruminated on Plank’s information once again as he swung into the air. Of course, it was an act that did not mean much to a fierce tiger who could know the type of pitch, but the reason he did it was simple.

-‘Hey, what do you think before you go in at bat?’

– ‘I’m just going in? Do you usually want to see the pitcher’s poopy expression? What, this much?’

-‘Dude, don’t go in without thinking, think about what the pitcher is going to throw before going in.’

-‘… Do you do it sometimes?’

-‘Don’t do it occasionally, keep going.’

– ‘Do you really need to do that? Mr. Rossby tells me everything anyway.’

-‘Ugh. The response speed is different between what I tell you and what you think.’

-‘Hmm…. Is it? It’s going to get rather complicated.’

– ‘Ah, fuck. You idiot, you bastard, just say it.’

-‘… Yes.’

The reason was Rossby’s advice before the game started.

‘Chi, there doesn’t seem to be much difference.’

Of course, the fierce tiger didn’t seem to notice the difference yet.

‘If you want to be a good player, you have to think for yourself.’

‘All I need is for Mr. Rossby to stay by my side.’

‘… It’s a sinker.’

‘OK.’

At the sudden words of the ferocious tiger, Rosby quickly turned around. In the early 20th century, Rosby, who lived like a manly macho, was not immune to such unfamiliar words.

[Flank’s first pitch against Ji Maeng-ho… ! It’s a foul. A foul that disappears toward third base.]

[Plank’s sinker reached 147km/h. It was a sinker with high speed and a considerable angle, but Ji Maeng-ho kicked it well.]

‘What’s next?’

‘It’s a fastball.’

Hearing Rossby’s words, the fierce tiger once again assumed a striking stance. Ji Maengho’s unique close stance, aiming for a single shot with his body crouched down. The pressure that he could hit at any time was transmitted to Charlotte’s catcher, Yang Chan-woo.

‘Ji Maeng-ho…. Dude is dangerous Fall outside as much as possible.’

Charlotte Blue Mariners. It was a coaching staff and front desk that were considered incompetent by the fans, but it was not a team that neglected analysis. The strength of Maeng-Ho Ji, identified by Charlotte, is the power to hit a home run whenever he gets into the strike zone.

‘The weakness was that the swing came out on an absurd ball.’

He was Ji Maeng-ho, who had a monstrous record that was not like a rookie, no, who was not like a human being, but he still had human qualities. The fact that a swing comes out on an absurd ball. Yang Chan-woo, before UG, also watched Ji Maeng-ho make an outrageous swing against Yoon Joong-hwan, a pitcher in the second team, several times.

It was hard to believe that a player with an on-base percentage like Maeng-Ho Ji could swing at such a ball, but records don’t lie. Actually, I couldn’t stop Maeng-Ho Ji on the first day, but starting yesterday, I used this method and got good results against Maeng-Ho Ji.

Plank winds up.

‘Please, even if I swing.’

If you get a strike here, it’s two strikes. You can push Ji Maeng-ho even further! Yang Chan-woo looked at Plank with a desperate heart. Then, Plank’s fastball flew toward the mitt like a shot.

Phut!

I heard the pleasant sound of a baseball hitting my leather mitt, but Yang Chan-woo couldn’t help but laugh.

“Cheek.”

‘Yeah, does that mean they won’t be dragged out to this extent?’

He didn’t even expect to be full on the first drink. Whether it’s flukes or flukes, Ji Maeng-ho is currently the best hitter in the league. Yang Chan-woo delivered his autograph more carefully.

‘Sinker, towards the body.’

Inside sinker, outside fastball, and inside sinker. A classic combination that disturbs the eyes of others. There were fans who cursed at me for being obvious, but there is a reason for saying that the standard is the standard. If it worked, it was a ball combination that could effectively control the batter.

[The third ball! It’s a ball. Sinker at 147 km/h. Even at the beginning of the 7th inning, Plank’s ball is still alive.]

[Anyway, since he is a South American player with strong physical strength, the power of the ball has not diminished even though he has over 100 pitches. Of course, Ji Maeng-ho also picked a good ball.]

‘Body, outside and body? No matter how I look at it, it looks like they’re making fun of me.’

‘Why didn’t I swing it just now?’

Rosby, who maintained a poker face but confirmed that he was annoyed because he had been watching for a long time, asked Ji Maeng-ho a question.

‘I heard it was a sinker, but the trajectory was a trajectory coming toward the body. So if you’re a sinker, it means you’ll come closer to your body, so I thought it would be a ball.’

‘Okay. That’s what I mean by thinking and hitting. It’s not just pitchers who design their pitches, batters also have to think about how to design hits at the plate.’

Hearing that answer, Rosby was a little surprised. This bastard who only heard sex in his head is thinking this much. It was the 3rd day of special training, but I could see him thinking at bat.

‘The next ball is a fastball.’

‘It’s a fastball in a two-ball one-strike…. All right.’

You mean you want to put it into the strike zone? The corner of the maengho’s mouth rises slightly.

[Flank’s windup. This time!]

Ta-evil!

Ji Maeng-ho’s lightning-like swing makes the home fans at Sajik Stadium quiet. All the fans can do is pray that the ball doesn’t go over the fence.

[This batted ball… !]

Unfortunately, God didn’t listen to the prayers of Charlotte’s fans.

[… We pass! Ji Maeng-ho’s solo shot over the left fence! Season 13 Home Run! Ji Maeng-ho! Now the score is 3:3! The game is back to square one! Plank lowers his head!]

[You were completely aiming for it, right? The battery ran out too easily. I should have been careful with such an easy match when dealing with a giant gun like Ji Maeng-ho, but the battery’s ball combination was not easy.]

Ji Maeng-ho’s batted ball went over the left wall.

“This is it!”

Rosby smiled slightly as he returned home and saw Ji Maeng-ho shaking his fist.

‘Baby, you’re doing well. After all, one force….’

In fact, even Rossby didn’t want to go this far. He thought that if Ji Maeng-ho had basic skills, he could become a top-class player in the league in any era by using the type of pitch and location he provided, and Ji Maeng-ho had basic skills..

Well, if you think about the control of players in this country with a low level, there may be times when you can’t hit it, but it didn’t matter if your control was at the level of the major leagues. Because the WBC confirmed that you can hit the balls of top pitchers. That’s why Rossby was planning to stay like this.

But is it because I’ve been with the fierce tiger for too long? Or is it because he was a baseball player himself? Looking at Ji Maeng-ho’s sparkling talent, the desire to raise this guy welled up.

Of course, Ji Maeng-ho’s talent as a hitter was not the best. Because Rossby has seen talents that shine brighter than Ji Meng-ho through his experience as a coach and manager. Rather, if you look at it only as a hitter, there were many players at the level of Ji Maeng-ho.

However, while looking at those countless players, there was a sparkling talent that only Ji Maeng-ho had never seen before.

That’s just power. As far as his ability to put power on his batted ball, he was at the top level compared to any hitter. That kind of power wasn’t something coaches or hitters could get by working hard, so Rossby was greedy.

Rossby also tried to become a home run hitter, but due to physical limitations, he only hit 40 home runs and could not overcome the 60 home run barrier that Ruth achieved. Ji Maeng-ho’s body, which is agile enough to look like a second baseman, despite his height of 190 cm and power to match, was a great talent.

In order to do that, the current process was absolutely necessary, even if the batting average dropped or the grades were not coming out right now. If the hitter thinks on his own and hits the ball, and if the process is mastered, it’s like a routine, if you don’t even think about it.

If that’s the case, synergy can be created when telling the type of pitch or location!

The desire as a baseball player to craft sparkling gemstones and

‘Maybe I can rest sooner.’

The desire to end this miserable life, which has been attached to baseball for over 50 years, is combined.

If this training was successfully completed, it was clear that his rest would be quicker.

Even so, Rossby knew that the road would not be easy. Rossby knew how difficult it was to embody it. Maybe the hitter couldn’t get it even if he tried all his life. However, ordinary hitters have to think about pitches and locations, but Ji Maeng-ho only needs to think about locations. If so, it was clear that time would be shortened.

Of course, that alone was sure to take a while, but fortunately Rossby still had plenty of time left. Up to six years before he went to the majors.

During that time, slowly process Ji Maeng-ho!

‘I can’t believe this body is attached to me 24 hours a day.’

How long will it take for Maeng-Ho Ji, who has been perfected like that, to surpass his own record and become the best second baseman in history? 2 years? 3 years? Thinking maybe he could surpass himself with just one year’s record, Rossby laughed again.

‘Well, the sooner the better. And even after I’m gone, I’ll have to learn the basics so that I can continue my career as a player. If I heard that the disciple of this body had been shining for a year, I would be ashamed even if I closed my eyes.’

‘Mr. Rossby! Are you muttering something and then laughing alone? Do you already have dementia? Ah, the age at which dementia comes has passed a long time ago. Still, it’s ugly to mumble to yourself like that! Oh, are you mumbling to prevent dementia? I’m sorry then.’

‘… Damn, how pretty is this bastard?’

‘Yes? I beg your pardon?’

‘Shut up and watch the game, orangutan bastard!’