GOAT: All Football Talents Are Mine

163. Wailing Wall (3) In

-person mark pierced.

Strong, cunning, and unstoppable.

This was said about Giorgio Chiellini.

If you dig into more detail, his strengths are endless.

Strong power and speed coming from a large body of 187 cm and 88 kg.

No less intelligent play.

A mentality that combines fierce fighting spirit, competitive spirit, and boldness.

In addition, he has superior prediction ability, excellent defensive positioning ability, and excellent heading skills, showing that he is strong at aerial balls.

His agility and instantaneous speed may be somewhat lacking, but his pure power is such that he ranks among the best among central defenders, as he is a former left fullback.

For a central defender, he has quite a variety of positions that he can play, so he truly shines when facing strong teams in tournament matches.

If you were to ask a soccer fan passing on the street to name the best defender of our time, the names of Maldini and Nesta would come up in Italy, and Rio Ferdinand and John Terry would come up in England.

However, if the standard is simple man-to-man defense, Chiellini, whose skills have been rapidly increasing recently, would be chosen.

Moreover, at only twenty-four years old, he still had potential to grow.

Is there any other player in the world who is so versatile and perfect?

Nevertheless, his strengths do not end there.

Calciopoli.

Two years ago, when Juventus was relegated due to a match-fixing scandal, he was a romanticist who declared to stay despite receiving love calls from several big clubs such as Inter and AS Roma.

But doesn't God say he is fair?

There is no perfect person in the world, and he had only one fatal flaw.

"Figlio di puttana (That damn bastard)!"

If the problem was a fairly rough mentality, it was a big problem.

If Juventus legend Edgar Davids was called a fighting dog, Chiellini was a mad dog.

Among Italian defenders, there are many who are not tough or crazy, but Chiellini's intensity was a bit on the high side.

Of course, he was far below the level of gangster Pepe or on-field killer Materazzi, but this was still a level of recognition.

"I'm going crazy."

I immediately wanted to run to Woo Ho-young, grab him by the collar, and throw him out of the stadium.

But there was something unusual about him.

It's not that he has a tough personality; he's usually quite gentle.

He was literally the embodiment of competitive spirit, becoming a fiery man only during games.

And what's surprising is that he's good at managing his mental state.

The fact that he can focus on the game again after swearing like this is his true character.

Calm and patient.

'Let's come to our senses. The fans still believe in me.'

There were no spectators who openly criticized Chiellini.

Anyone can see that the scoring situation just now happened because of Woo Ho-young's good work rather than Chiellini's mistake.

It was impossible for me to give up the game and blame myself for something like that.

Moreover, the remaining time is 70 minutes.

If the opponent is doing well, you have to do better to stop it.

That was Chiellini's current thinking.

And then a player came up to him and gave a voice of encouragement.

"Chiello."

"Oh, captain."

Juventus' eternal fantasy star and captain.

It was Alessandro Del Piero, who had the sharp charisma that a captain of a big club should have.

Even at the age of 34, he still has amazing skills and, as befits a player who is considered elegant, he also had a great personality.

"You did well enough. The guy's play was just fantastic. And now that I've been hit once, I'll be able to stop him from playing in the future."

"Do you really think so?"

"then."

Del Piero said with a slight lie.

"You can do better than you are now. "I'm sure I missed something."

"But I just can't figure out what it is."

"Then it might be a good idea to think about what you would do if it were your idol."

It's an idol.

If one were to call Chiellini's idol, there would be one.

It was AC Milan's Paolo Maldini, but if I had to pick one other than him, it would of course be Fabio Cannavaro.

Because I learned the most from him since I started my career as a player.

To him, Cannavaro was like both a teacher and a successor.

'Then if I were Cannavaro…'

I thought for a moment.

'Damn it. Even if it were him, I don't think he would have been able to stop it. It's like something, really.'

Chiellini, who was watching Woo Ho-young performing a difficult ceremony in the away seats, burst into anger.

It felt cheap.

To be honest, I can't say that Ho-Young Woo is as majestic or as high-level as Raoul or Van Nistelrooy.

Right now, Cristiano Ronaldo and Lionel Messi are receiving great reviews, but they are not receiving as great reviews as Zidane or Ronaldinho.

You may be able to surpass them in terms of immediate skills, but you will not even be able to reach their toes in terms of overall career.

Also, the experience and years of experience that come from it can never be ignored.

Only one season? one month? One game?

There is no way to do it well.

If Zidane or Ronaldinho had performed well for just one season, they would not have remained legends.

'Yes, only once. He bullied me for 20 minutes and only got hurt once. Unfortunately, I ended up getting hit that one time.'

Chiellini consoled himself like that and came up with a plan to block Woo Ho-young.

Raul and Van Nistelrooy were fine as other players were in charge.

If we could only target Woo Ho-young, the center of the attack who plays the role of the spearhead, we might be able to make Real Madrid's tactics useless.

Wait a minute.

There was intelligence in Chiellini's eyes.

'Okay, this time it's sticking to me persistently. There is a difference between attack and defense. 'You just have to concentrate.'

That was the only way to overcome this situation.

Chiellini waved his fist in the air and made a solemn determination.

The opportunity to test it came soon enough.

[The first half is approaching 30 minutes. There doesn't seem to be much change yet.]

[The midfield still resembles a battlefield. It was like that before, but it's even worse now. After Woo Ho-young's first goal, there hasn't been a single concession.]

[I see. All balls that should be sent to Woo Ho-young are being blocked in midfield. To Nedved, who is wandering around the central area.]

[But Zidane is no slouch either. The veterans of both teams are putting in their best efforts.]

The midfield was brutal.

Mohamed Sissoko, who is 191 centimeters tall, was moving around like crazy and sweeping the midfield.

There was literally no vacuum cleaner.

In particular, he went head-to-head with Real Madrid's defensive midfielder Diarra, engaging in a battle of power that was truly admirable just by looking at it.

"Such a bully!"

"Hey, did you grow that into a body? Do you think you can steal the ball like that?"

The two black men, who were at the back of both teams, attacked each other not only with their natural athletic ability but also with their fierce language.

This didn't just apply to the two of them.

"Take charge! Don't give up space! If you see it, grab it! Even if I die, I die here!"

Pavel Nedved is known to be timid in general, but becomes a tyrant when he enters the stadium.

Pow!

"What a piece of shit!"

"You're weak."

Nedved attacked Sneijder in a combative manner.

His cunning and fighting nature was fully revealed.

At that time, Chiellini was trying various methods to distract Woo Ho-young from concentrating.

"Hey Asian. Did you at least eat a banana? "There's a bad smell wafting over the sacred ground."

But Hoyoung had no answer.

"Yumma. Are you deaf? Or are you really deaf?"

Nevertheless, Hoyoung did not make eye contact even once.

As if he was trapped in his own world, he didn't even glance in that direction.

However, it was not a perfect poker face.

Woo Ho-young's face showed that he was trying to hold back.

"Look at how tight this bastard bites. "Do you think this situation is funny right now?"

But there was still no answer.

There had to be a response in order for anything to continue, but since there was no such thing, Chiellini was so frustrated that he was going crazy.

So we increased the intensity.

"I never thought there would come a day when I would be ignored by an Asian guy who is not even worth a fist."

Chiellini was not a racist.

He was a person who was evaluated as kind and gentle.

However, all of these actions were carried out under the pretext of provocation.

It was nothing else but the Champions League, so Chiellini wanted to win at all costs.

The same goes for Hoyoung.

It was a game that could never be conceded as long as the talent of Nedved, who would soon retire, was at stake.

So I didn't play into provocation.

In fact, if it had been normal, we might have argued and provoked each other in return.

But last night during training.

'Cannavaro said that. Chiellini is said to stick around like a leech and kill the opponent with his mouth when the game goes wrong. And taking advantage little by little.'

Cannavaro told us that this was Chiellini's talent and know-how.

That's why Hoyoung didn't play.

He completely ignored Chiellini's provocation and confronted him boldly.

However, since he was not good at maintaining a poker face, there were times when his shaky mentality was clearly visible on his face.

'In that case, I told you to cast the spell yourself.'

The placebo effect is a psychological technique used most often by soccer players.

Hoyoung used self-hypnosis.

"Ho… woo…."

"Hmm? what?"

A spell leading to victory.

The opportunity came soon.

Taaagh!

"Sigh!"

"…!!"

[Zidane's long pass to the right flank!]

[Chiellini reacted a little late! Will we be able to catch up?]

[Woo Ho-young! He takes off Chiellini, who is pulling his uniform, by a narrow margin!]

"Fuck."

I missed it.

I got caught in reverse.

It was Chiellini, not Hoyoung, who lost his mental power due to the provocation.

On the other hand, Hoyoung was running fine.

He turned his gaze towards Van Nistelrooy, who was finding his place in the center, radiating ferocious energy like that of an animal that has captured its prey.

It was immediately after that that the cross rose into the air.

Percussion!

"ah."

Chiellini had a hunch this time too.

That it was ruined.

And then I realized.

The cross posted by Woo Ho-young was clean.

Crash!

[goal! Van Nistelrooy opens Juventus' goal with a stunning header! After Woo Ho-young's infiltration, the crosses were also very luxurious!]

[Ah, it must be quite disappointing for Chiellini. I was slightly caught off guard and narrowly missed Woo Young.]

Real Madrid's second goal.

The score is 2-0.

The shield, which was supposed to block anything, was broken without even being able to function properly.

And in front of it.

Woo Ho-young, who had made an assist, passed in front of Chiellini, who was in despair.

I stood in front of the spot and turned towards the electronic display board.

Then it jumped into the air and roared.

All Chiellini could do was look at Hoyoung's butt.