GOAT: All Football Talents Are Mine

Scolari, a man as renowned for his stubbornness as for his good looks, sat deep in thought. His managerial style was rooted in a firm belief in his own ideas, rarely bending unless absolutely necessary.

The tactical plan for the upcoming El Clásico was nearly complete when an unexpected suggestion from Ho-young shook his composure.

"I have an idea," Ho-young had said, his voice steady.

For a moment, Scolari was disconcerted. It wasn't every day that a player with less than a decade of soccer experience, and only three years as a professional, offered tactical advice. Yet here they were.

"Sit down," Scolari said, masking his surprise. "Would you like something to drink?"

"I'm fine as I am. I think better when I'm a little thirsty," replied Ho-young.

Scolari chuckled softly, setting the water jug aside. "Interesting. Like the clarity that comes in desperate moments, eh? Well, speak your mind. I'm not as rigid as they say—less so than Capello, at least," he added with a grin.

The light banter did little to hide his curiosity. Despite being a world-class manager, Scolari couldn't help but wonder what unique insights Ho-young might bring.

"I was thinking about the match today," Ho-young began. "What if we incorporated 'chaser training' into our tactical approach?"

Scolari's brows furrowed. "Disrupting the defense through live combat application? That's what you mean?"

"In essence, yes."

The simplicity of the idea seemed underwhelming at first. Scolari suppressed a sigh, concealing his disappointment behind a thoughtful stroke of his moustache.

"That sounds like suggesting we walk from Madrid to Norway," Scolari said dryly.

"In that case, we'd take a train or a plane," Ho-young shot back.

Scolari's expression turned serious. "I don't appreciate jokes in crucial moments, even from a star like you."

"I'm not joking. We have our trains and planes."

Scolari's laughter bubbled up, more from disbelief than amusement. "Ronaldo's the train, I suppose? And the plane?"

"Depends on the situation. Sometimes Ronaldo leads; sometimes I do. The key is flexibility," Ho-young explained.

Scolari fell silent, struck by the clarity of Ho-young's vision. "Using a variety of means to execute the tactic…" he muttered, rubbing his chin.

"Yes. With Xabi Alonso orchestrating and me reinforcing transitions, it's possible to unsettle Barcelona's defense, even if only for short bursts."

Scolari leaned back, reevaluating his initial skepticism. Had he underestimated Ho-young? The tactic might indeed exploit Barcelona's vulnerabilities.

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Match Day – Camp Nou

The air was electric as 97,138 fans packed the stadium. The Spanish media had already churned out speculative headlines.

"Barcelona's Abidal unlikely to play... Real Madrid likely to field Woo Ho-young as a right winger…"

Yet both teams surprised. Despite reports, Marcelo was absent from Real Madrid's lineup, and Barcelona defied expectations by fielding a recovered Abidal.

As the whistle blew, Real Madrid set up in a 4-2-3-1 formation. Van Nistelrooy led the attack, with Ronaldo, Ho-young, and Douglas Costa supporting.

["Real Madrid's second line is like a pack of leopards, with Van Nistelrooy as a brown bear anchoring the attack," remarked one commentator.]

Van Nistelrooy, though older, still excelled in post-play within the penalty box. The strategy was clear: unsettle Barcelona's defense and let Van Nistelrooy finish the job.

[Woo Ho-young suddenly attacks Xavi Hernandez! A fight breaks out to steal the ball!]

The fact that Woo Ho-young is always watching over him.

[Woo Ho-young's tackle!]

[But Xavi Hernandez shows off his incredible goalkeeping ability. He rarely gives it away!]

[What a great pressure release. Amazing.]

Barcelona, however, quickly asserted control. Abidal, defying doubts about his fitness, was formidable. He effortlessly nullified Douglas Costa's attempts, leaving the young player frustrated and unsure of himself.

Douglas clenched his fists in despair. Am I holding the team back?

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In a pivotal moment, Xavi Hernandez orchestrated a Barcelona counter. Yet Ho-young intercepted, pressuring Xavi relentlessly. Though Xavi retained possession, the disruption slowed Barcelona's attack.

Ho-young jogged over to Douglas during the pause. "Keep your head up. Trust yourself."

Douglas nodded, regaining some of his confidence and get his mentality back on track.

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Moments later, Real Madrid's opportunity arrived. The stage was set. Ho-young and the team were ready to unveil their secret weapon.

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