Chapter 342 – Myth (3)

342

Said the director.

“They are so strange. Why are you hitting me like that? Why are they sitting there after being slapped so lusciously?”

Half time.
When all the players were excited about the easy 2:0 final match, only the coach and a few veterans had mysterious expressions on their faces.

“No way. That’s because we’re under pressure.”
“Yagise, not yeongap, yeongap.”
“Kya~ That’s right! Our spirit pressure is too strong. That’s right, Minjun hyung.”

Young players such as Cha Myung-geun and Oh Se-hyun answered cheerfully, but

“No. It’s kind of embarrassing. I mean, there’s something. Write.”
“I also feel cheap. It’s obvious, but don’t let your guard down until the end and focus.”

People like the director and senior Yoon Hyuk are still worried.
And it was the same for me too.

‘What are these bastards really?’

It’s the World Cup final.
Tournament finals, not leagues.

In a tournament where goal difference or points are not considered, but losing is the end, do you score goals and come out defensively?
An incomprehensible situation.

But to say it’s strange is because the Argentinians look a bit intimidated…
I hope it’s not acting.

Acting implicitly shrunk while playing in the World Cup finals? Is that a Hollywood actor or a soccer player?
The only acting a soccer player can do is tremble in pain, roll on the ground pretending not to have reached it, or pretend to be unfair and cry while holding out their hand.

For example, even if you are used to ‘exaggerating’ acting, expressing your emotions implicitly is not suitable for a soccer player.
That is, sincere.

That’s why the genuine shrinking shown by the Argentines is even more confusing.
It’s not that the current situation is intentional, it’s that they’re really intimidated and can’t play properly… Doing.

“For now, don’t let go of your concentration… Ey, if you don’t know, just score a lot of goals in advance. I have a 3-4 goal difference, but I can’t lose.”
“Right. Let’s score goals in advance, brothers!”
“Senior Minjun! Please give me just one goal. We have to score a goal in the final.”
“Uh huh. Where is this young? Do you not know about Jang Yoo Yoo?”
“Jang Yoo Yuseo? What is it? I know the will.”
“Such an ignorant bastard…”

* * *

Argentine national team coach Marco Borges secretly clenched his fists.

‘Shit… It took too much time than I thought… The score difference is huge.’

Starting with the opening goal in the first half of the first half, the Argentine players put all their energy into space defense against Korea, which launched a wave of offensive.
The score was 2:0 at the end of the first half thanks to the hustle play that did not spare the body.

No matter how subjectively you evaluate it, a score of 2:0 in the first half is a bad result that cannot be excused, but considering that Korea poured out 14 shots in a shower in the first 45 minutes, conversely, it can be evaluated that holding out with only 2 runs was also a good thing. Score in.

But that’s it.
Even though they lost 2 runs and allowed 14 shots to Korea, Argentina’s performance was the worst to the extent that it was evaluated as ‘it was saved’.

Director Marco Borges managed to stop a sigh from leaking out.
Didn’t you expect a difficult match in the first place?

Even when preparing for the Korean game, one goal was lost… No, I took into account up to 2 points.
Even if you block it too well, your motivation will go down, so if you hit it well, you won’t know that you’re losing your stamina and will run more excitedly.

The point prepared by Marco Borges for this Korean match is stamina.
No matter how good your skills are, it is intentional to be inferior in the first half of the year because we prepared swamp soccer to maximize the physical strength issue that people can never shake off.

“Three runs… It has become difficult.”

It wasn’t intentional until the third point.

Korea, whose tension dropped sharply in the second half of the first half, attacked fiercely from the beginning of the second half as if it came back to life after the halftime break.
And in the 7th minute of the second half, the 3rd goal of the game and Korea’s 3rd goal was scored.

‘I’m still a bit lacking… However, if you want to catch up with the 3-goal difference, even from now on… ‘

Facing the players who looked at him with pitiful eyes, Marco Borges gritted his teeth and nodded his head.

‘Now I have no choice but to trust the real players.’

Opportunity will surely come.
A person’s physical strength is not infinite, and no matter how good his physical strength is, he gets tired.

* * *

Argentine players have changed their movements.
As expected, you were hiding something.

“Focus! They move now!”
“Concentration! Concentration! Don’t miss Markman! Gil Seok!! Get your position right!!”

I wasn’t the only one who felt the changed atmosphere.
The oldest and captain, Seol Yo-han and Yoon-hyeok, quickly opened their mouths, and as if they had been waiting for this moment, Argentine players’ attacks spread all at once like a spring.

“Ricardo is coming up! Follow me!”
“Watch out Marco! Fabio, you bastard, make sure to mark it!!”
“Lauro, don’t let Lauro Cross stick! Hey! You’re going back behind Luli!!”

As if they insisted that they did not make it to the final by luck, Argentina showed a smooth attack development.

No player competed for the best in the world after Messi, but Argentina was Argentina.

The two midfielders, Leol Marco and Javier Fabio, who made up the midfield, broke through the tight check and connected the pass, and Lauro Federico, a notable wing striker, broke through the pressure of senior Seol Yo-han and broke down the side, and Sebastian Lulli, one of La Liga’s leading strikers, It was because he managed to make a successful header despite the checks from center backs Changmin and Sehyeon.

Argentina’s attack, which even led to a header, was blocked by a save, but the guys who revived their momentum attacked fiercely as if they had recognized that they had no back.

A fierce battle of one step back.
The problem was stamina.

“Oh fuck. Missed. Sehyun!! STOP!!”
“Ouch!”

When attacking with excitement, the unknown stamina comes back with interest, and the battle that seemed fierce at first quickly fades away.

One step… No, the half-delayed reaction, the subtle loose concentration allowed Argentina to break through and pass, and it piled up one by one to create a dangerous situation.

“Substitute!”

The director drew his knife first.

15 minutes in the second half.
Players alternated one after another.

But-

“Ugh!”
“Senior John!”
“Vice-captain!!”

Even the injury of senior Seol Yo-han, who wore the captain’s armband in place of senior captain Moon-tae Choi, who left due to injury, could not be prevented.

The side defender is the position that usually records the most sprints.
Of course, it is also the position that consumes the most stamina.

“Your muscles are up. It could have been ruptured… Director! Replace, replace!”

Seol Yo-han is such a side defender, starting all but one game from the group stage to the final.

There are many reasons for Korea to use the centralized tactic of 4-3-2-1 and Christmas tree, but one of them is the lack of useful flank defense, so it was impossible to leave out senior Seol Yo-han in a tournament where a sharp game is unfolding.

But in the end, too much exercise can lead to a mask.
Seol Yo-han, who was marking Argentinian side striker Lauro, who is technical and boasts tremendous speed, eventually collapsed on the ground.

“Ouch, shut up— fuck, fuck… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, guys. Because of me— gup—”

Seol Yo-han, who held on to his muscles that were raised even outwardly, burst into tears.

“Uh huh? You can’t get up! You can’t get up, Seol Yo-han!”

Despite the pain, senior Seol Yo-han groaned and pulled the captain’s armband off his forearm —

“Ask… Do it, Minjun.”

They stuffed my forearms and carried me out on a stretcher.
Sheesh… Pretending to be cool until the end.

* * *

“Lauro, Lauro—! I have to follow Seol Yo-han! I have to stick with it!! Ah, Seol Yo-han collapses, and the game continues as it is! Lauro, this is Lauro! Lauro, Cro— fold! Digging!! Sebastian Luli! Don’t miss Luli going back— Ah, Lauro, just shoot! It connects to the goal.”
“Ah. It’s a sad scene. Argentina, too, has potential. It’s a one-sided team. Lauro’s goal made it 3-1, Argentina trailing by one point.”
“Uh… But what? Seol Yo-han seems to have collapsed and can’t get up.”

It wasn’t until after Argentina’s goal that Seol Yo-han’s injury became known, and the medical team was belatedly dispatched.

“Ah… Seol Yo-han can’t get up after all.”
“Good job. Well done player Yohan Seol. He played well as a physically demanding side defender throughout the World Cup.”
“The captain’s armband… It goes to Hong Min-jun. Hong Min-joon wearing the armband as the captain of the Republic of Korea.”

The commentators, who had been disappointed, continued their heated commentary again.

“Hong Min-jun! This is Minjoon Hong!! No one can stop!! It is truly no-man’s-land!!”
“Woah woah! What!? What!? A fantastic pass that breaks through the dribble from the half line and leads into the penalty box!!”
“Hong Min-joon cross eugh—! Oh, unfortunately, I brushed Cha Myung-geun’s head! Hong Min-joon, you are amazing!!”
“Goal! Gooooohol!! Hong Min-joon’s thunderbolt mid-range goal!!”
“No one can stop Hong Min-joon wearing the captain’s armband!! No one can stop you!!!”