Chapter 192 – Multiple True (4)

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“What should I do… Minjun must be bleeding… What’s this. It’s really too much.”

The chat window also flared up at the sight of Han So-yeong crying.

—ㅆㄹㄱ boycott Italy
—Is this the World Cup? Is this the World Cup? Is this the World Cup?
—This is the worst biased judgment ever.
—Ah, even I am in tears ㅜㅜㅜㅜ

After Hong Min-joon’s injury, Italy’s penalty kick was declared, but the VAR team’s video analysis revealed that it was barely outside the penalty box.

Italy’s free kick chance followed.
Contrary to the expectation that a free kick right in front of the penalty box, and in a position close to the front, would lead to a header competition using superior air supremacy, it led to a low kick shot.

It was a goal.
It was a perfect goal that neither the players who formed the defensive wall nor the goalkeeper who prepared for the aerial ball battle could react.

The goal was scored near the end of regular time in the first half due to Hong Min-joon’s injury, and the referee blew his whistle at the end of the 4-minute extra time.

South Korea 0: 2 Italy.
16 Kriegwich
43 Alexandro

After the first half, the camera alternated between players from both teams heading to the locker room.
The Italian players were happy and the Korean players bowed their heads.

“What should I do… What should I really do… Black.”

Han So-young finally burst into tears.
And it wasn’t just Han So-young.

* * *

The players gathered in the locker room said nothing.
In a deeply subdued atmosphere, someone puts their face in the uniform pulled up and shakes their shoulders.

“Sorry… I’m sorry… I, I made a mistake… “

Except for Hong Min-jun and Yoon-hyeok, Hwang Jun-su, the youngest 24-year-old midfielder, couldn’t hide his tears.

Hwang Jun-su, who debuted in the K-League at the young age of 19 like a comet and grew into a defensive midfielder representing the league at the age of 21, proved to be an extraordinary talent from the start. Is an active player.

Hwang Jun-soo, a midfielder with a high level of activity, excellent defense, good linkage, and unique composure and judgment, was entrusted with the task of taking over the area.

In the 4-4-2 formation, Hwang Jun-soo’s role was to cover the empty midfield, but he failed to properly adapt to the unfamiliar formation and failed in his cover mission.

On the surface, it seemed to be a problem with captain Choi Tae-shik, who gave up a corner kick and was the cause of the first goal, and the defensive line that failed to block the counterattack, but in reality, it was Hwang Jun-su’s job to stop this first in today’s game.

It can be said that the problem was that the excessively large space was left to one player, Junsu Hwang, but Junsu Hwang, who has been victorious and proud of himself, was confident that he could cover it alone in front of his coaching staff and players.

And the result is this.
Hwang Junsu failed. On an important stage, in the quarterfinals of the World Cup.

“I turned it off, because I couldn’t cover properly… Sorry.”
“Done. If that’s the case, I haven’t done well either.”

The atmosphere in the locker room becomes even more depressed when Hwang Jun-su sheds tears despite the extensive reading of captain Choi Tae-shik.

“… How is Minjun’s injury? There was some blood.”

Two or three minutes had passed in such a cold, frozen atmosphere.

“What. Why is everyone in the mood like this?”
“Minjun! Are you okay?”

When Hong Min-joon appeared with a large piece of gauze attached to his nose, the players jumped up and asked questions, and coach Oh Ji-je came in later to answer.

“The nose bone came out. Fortunately, at the last moment, she turned her head and got hit, so she wasn’t shattered, but her bones were cracked… “

Oh Ji-je glances at Hong Min-joon.

“Ah~ You can’t just fall for something that’s cracked. You don’t think you’ve already lost, do you? Seniors, we’re still done with the first half. The second half remains.”
“Is not it… Left in the second half but are you okay? Just replacing… “
“No. I will definitely run And I will definitely win. Seniors. Are we done like this? Only with this? So sad and miserable?”

Looking around at the seniors who bowed their heads in silence, Hong Min-joon raised his voice.

“I can’t accept it. Will the World Cup end like this? Are you sure you won’t regret losing like this? It’s not.”
“That’s right. I will definitely keep thinking of this game.”
“You will regret it so much.”

Beginning with senior captain Choi Tae-sik, senior seniors open their mouths one by one.

“I made my handsome, national treasure-level face look like this, but I can’t stand still. Right? Right, senior Junsu?”
“Turn off… This bastard is starting again.”
“Take it in moderation. What is national treasure … No, that’s a national treasure level… ?”
“Calm down, boy. It sounds like a national treasure and I fell asleep.”

Hwang Junsu burst into laughter with red eyes,

“So let’s try it.”
“… Fuck, let’s die once!”
“Seniors in 2002 said they ran enough to poop in their pants, so let’s try to make our fellows fall in love!!”
“Let’s go! Italian motherfuckers, let’s destroy them!!”
“Gazuaaa!!”

Oh Ji-je, who was happily looking at the player who raised his voice as if he had been depressed, opened his mouth.

“Sit down, boys. There is still time.”
“… Ah yes.”

* * *

In a tournament, everything is decided by a single match.
Whether the game is won by a difference of 1 goal, 2 goals, 3 goals, or even a difference of 10 goals or more like a baseball score, the winning team advances to the next round and the losing team is finished.

How great the performance was in the previous game, how great the players were, and how good they were, is completely useless.

One match.
The brutal way that a tournament is where everything is decided by just one match.

And the World Cup is a tournament system.

—Our players finished with two runs in the first half. I look forward to the second half of the second half.
—Yes, it came out as it was in the second half without changing players, right? According to the news that came in, Hong Min-joon had a crack in his nose… It sounds like you’re doing a temporary job.
—I heard that the player himself had a strong will to run, but… He’s a player you can’t help but like. However, our Hong Min-jun, I hope you will take good care of yourself as you have a prosperous career ahead… Ah, the game begins.

As soon as the second half started, Korea was terrifyingly driven.
At first glance, it was a similar flow to the first half.

Based on the overwhelming possession, he endlessly waves both sides and raises a cross… However, a meaningless attack pattern with no real meaning.

But,

-Ah… Coach Oh Ji-je, we need to change the pattern. Italy’s offer is strong. You can’t win with a simple header contest.
—Yoo Man-gi catches the ball… Hong Min-joon takes over. Cross… Fake! Dig inside. Oh, there’s no room for more, right?

Hong Min-jun, who caught the ball from the side this time as well, faked a cross, then changed direction and dug inside.

However, the area still flanked, far from the penalty box.

—This time, Cross… ? Uh huh Go, goal! Goal! Goal!!
—Wow!! A huge mid-range goal will explode!! Hong Min-jun, this is Hong Min-jun!!!

It is not a cross that cuts into the side, but this time, the moment when the Italian players were preparing for a header competition for a cross from a distant area located on the side.

Whoa!!
With a tremendous sound, the ball bends surprisingly large and digs right into the corner of the goal.

“… Uh, what… ?”

It was a tremendous trajectory that reminded me of Roberto Carlos’ UFO shot against France in 1997.

At the time, Roberto Carlos had a shot with a strange trajectory from a free kick, but this time it was a shot from an in-play situation.

Of course, it was a shot made in a situation similar to a free kick, but it was still the same.
Free kicks and in-play situations are completely different areas.

The shot, which pierced the corner of the goal with incredible speed and an incredible trajectory, made all the Italian players stunned and had no choice but to stare blankly at the ball rolling into the goal.

“Aaaaa!! Fuck!! How are you bastards!!”

While not only the Italian players but also the referee and spectators became quiet for a moment, Hong Min-joon involuntarily shouted,

Cries that come out naturally from the heart and colleagues cheering and following.
And a belated shout.

—Mi, an unbelievable goal has been scored… !
—Incredibles!! Unbelievable, amazing goal!!!

Despite the commentary broadcasting the game and the incredible goal that shocked people around the world watching the match, Hong Min-joon quickly picked up the ball in the goal and ran toward the center line.

The game isn’t over yet.
Now it’s a situation where I’ve only caught up with one goal. Isn’t it still a situation where they are being pulled to 1:2?

Even so… Hong Min-joon sighed with excitement as he put the ball down on the center line.
Fortunately, the goal was scored at the start of the second half, so the game time was sufficient.

‘Fuck… I can’t feel it.’

A status window that floated in front of you without your knowledge.
Among them, the stats that ignoring the points collected so far come to the eye.

[Shooting 65 ▶ 85]

‘As expected, it’s a medium range for breaking through the defense wall!’