God of Tennis

For Han Woo-jin, who hated the irony of the airplane, this flight was a pretty good selection. It was less than a day's drive from Incheon International Airport through Frankfurt and Barcelona Elprat Airport.

It was because, unlike any other flight, less than 16 hours had made a significant contribution to preserving Han Woojin's vitality.

“Spain · · · · The temperature is just like Korea? ”

He wore shorts on his arms, just like he wore in Korea, but it ended up being a little cool. Hanwoojin looked up at the sky with no clouds and enjoyed the warm sunlight. Then Kim, who followed him out of the airport building

Phil nods and adds an explanation.

“Spain is one of the warmest places in Europe, with average temperatures staying on video all year long and peak temperatures dropping below 10 degrees is rare. Tennis or whatever keeps the competition going. ”

Would you call Spain a country of passion for nothing? The sunshine throughout the year caused people to enjoy outdoor activities and the perfect environment and culture for outdoor sports to be achieved. Clay

The home of Nafael Radal, the king of, is also Spain, and is not to be said to have not been affected by such an environment.

After hearing the story, Han Woo-jin enjoys the exotic landscape of Spain, and a black Volkswagen vehicle approaching from afar brakes in front of their group. The sound of tires making a fuss. And the noise, it's gone.

Prior to Raj, a middle-aged, sun-kissed man pushed out his face from the driver's seat window of the car.

“Is it Mr. Han, the tennis player in Korea? ”

Spanish. The strong feeling all over the word was in harmony with the rough hairs of a man. However, Hanwoojin and Shin Se-yeon were only facing each other with embarrassing faces. She was fluent in four languages.

I couldn't get into the four. The language barrier seemed to be blocking them.

However, the resolver appeared in a surprising place. Reporter Kim Sang-pil, a handsome figure who walked forward, spoke fluent Spanish and returned the answer to the man.

“ Yes, you've come to the right place. You must be from the Barcelona Academy. ”

“Yes. You speak very well of us. Thanks to you, I can give you a break. ”

It seemed that men were worried about painting as well. If anyone in the world treats a foreigner, he should be concerned about the distance between the languages. Just as there are many people who have difficulty navigating the possible path with basic painting expressions,

Middle-aged people seemed to be no exception.

Soon the group boards the car following Hugo's instructions, a middle-aged man. Hanwoojin, who was in the back seat, vomited his admiration toward Sang-pil Kim who showed an unexpected face.

“Journalist Kim, did you speak Spanish? ”

“I've been wandering around and I've only seen more horses. Spain is a frequent stop. ”

“Even so · · ·. ”

Easy for you to say, if you could learn a foreign language that easily, a lot of Korean undergraduates wouldn't have brought expensive money to the English academy.

Hanwoojin couldn't keep his mouth shut, but rolled his tongue, and he added a few words with a proud tone somewhere.

“If you don't want to lose to young people these days, you have to do this. I don't want to hear your pee yet. ”

Whether the timing is good or bad. Inspired by Kim Sang-pil's words, the diesel engine vomited a rumbling sound in response to the driver, Hugo's kick.

As they got out on the road, a quiet street met them. In a car without a car, Han Woo-jin came up with some questions about the location they had chosen as their destination. Kim Sang-pil on the passenger seat was busy talking to a guide named Hugo.

So there was only one person left to ask.

“Se-yeon, can I ask you something? ”

“What is it?”

The answer came as soon as she was sure she was going to be free. Han Woo-jin opened his mouth for a moment. I chose this place because the director recommended it, but he didn't even listen to the description, saying that he would find out when he went there.

“You said Barcelona Academy, right? What, are we supposed to think of it as a school of teaching tennis? ”

“Well · · · I know what Woojin is thinking, but it's a little different from Korea. ”

Shin Se-yeon's continued explanation was not lacking to spare Han Woo-jin's soul. According to her, Spain is a world leader in tennis as well as football. Not only infrastructure, but even the nomination can be compared to South Korea

It was not classy.

In a nutshell, more than 10 percent of Spain's 40 million people and more than 4 million people are tennis fans. Over 100,000 registered players, thousands of tennis clubs and academies

He was building the foundation of Spain's tennis infrastructure.

As previously described, thanks to the geographical conditions of Heaven Hye, the tennis tournament will remain in Spain for 365 days of the year. There are more than 80 professional men's and women's competitions a year, and hundreds of junior competitions are held on a per-level basis.

There was no shortage of Spain's young athletes to go pro years later. Even if only half of these conditions were followed, Korea's infrastructure would not be so poor.

Shin Se-yeon was able to come back with an answer to the question he asked.

“Very few academies hear that they are famous in Spain. The Barcelona Academy, which we're going to, is one of the few. ”

“· · It was such a great place. ”

Han Woo-jin was able to completely fix his perception. Of all the clubs and academies in the world, how good a system and athletes do you have to be? I've learned quite a bit from the director.

It was a good place.

But there was something he didn't realize. There was a part of Shin Se-yeon's explanation that was slightly missing. She doesn't want to miss the opportunity to surprise Han Woojin like she did, but deliberately handed over a few explanations beyond her throat.

While we were talking, a white building that resembled the church began to appear on the other side of the vehicle. It was the headquarters of the famous Tennis Academy and Barcelona Academy in Spain.

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Hugo took the car to the corner with delicate driving techniques that didn't fit the look. Only after confirming that the starter is completely switched off can the party get up from their seat. And the moment they stepped foot in the parking lot, it was as if they were waiting.

A middle-aged man appears and greets the group.

“ You have come a long way. I'm sorry to say I'm the only one here. ”

The man had thicker arms and thicker breasts than any other young man, as opposed to wrinkles on his face. It was the same as the evidence that he was still moving his body properly.

However, Kim Sang-pil ran out behind him and asked the man to shake his hand, even before Han Woo-jin gave a reflexive reply. It was the same reaction as a teenage girl who met Idol who admired him. He had a voice that could not conceal his excitement.

I strongly denied it.

“ No, I'm sorry! Who would want an apology from Senor Sanchez?! ”

Lightning struck over Hanwoojin's head, watching the two of you. It was literally a dry lightning bolt. Based on the middle-aged age, Sanchez's name and Kim Sang-pil's reaction, there was only one figure.

On the other hand, Shin Se-yeon, who smiled in repentance, put a confirming death on his ear.

“That's Emilio Sanchez Vicario, head of Barcelona Academy. You wouldn't happen to know, would you? ”

“· · · Of course. ”

Hanwoojin's answer was more like groaning. Emilio Sanchez Vicario was the name of the athlete who beat the World Bliss Stage in the 1980s, winning both the Bliss at the French Open and the US Open in 1988 and at the Seoul 88 Games.

He was also referring to the hero who gave a silver medal to Spain.

The man suddenly appeared before my eyes. Hanwoojin quickly grabs Emilio's hand while trying to hide his surprised face. The strong grip that was being passed on was as intense as trying to prove his past career.

“· · · · You're strong. Napa can do the field. ”

“Do you know Napa? ”

“Of course. because I'm in charge of the Spanish side of the Davis Cup. ”

Indeed, Han Woo-jin was very convincing. The Davis Cup was like a world cup in tennis. The claim of Spain, the tennis empire, is that there is little intimacy between him and Radar, who is also Spain's greatest player.

No. Otherwise Nafar wouldn't have been so reluctant to call him Napa.

Emilio, who greeted three people each day, just turned around and started guiding me to Barcelona Academy. I was followed by a brief and clear description of what was in place for the coach's job title, which taught me in detail where.

And shortly after, an enormous number of tennis courts appear in front of the group, filling their vision.

‘Awesome! ’

A coat with more than 20 sides of clay and hard. I did not know that there were more than all the coats in the NK fleet. There's only a thousand places you can learn in Spain. This is why you don't have to be a tennis empire.

Aren't you going to be there? Out of Han Woo-jin's mouth, I was constantly amazed.

‘I can't even dream about it in Korea. Plus · · ·'

Above most of the coats were two young men and a coach, and their skills were also unusual. I couldn't see the status window because I wasn't pulling out the racket, but Han Woojin's observation remained even after picking out their value.

Maybe most of them are in their mid- to late teens, at most, 20. Nevertheless, Han Woo-jin couldn't help but be surprised. They had already been trained to a level that was comparable to the pros. In terms of experience and tactics,

He was a professional tennis player with a basic skill set.

Even the coaches were not satisfied. Assuming they were active players, they were the only coaches to stay in the top 200. Gives you an idea of how high quality Barcelona Academy classes are.

was a sight.

Then Emilio notices Han Woojin's tremor and calls out.

“You seem a little surprised. ”

“I was surprised. Spain is a really hot country for tennis. ”

Above all, Hanwoojin's favorite thing was that there were dreams and hopes in the eyes of the children standing on the coat. An environment that allows every student to dream of their future with tennis and strive in the right direction. Han Woo-jin from a previous life.

They were not given a single fishing boat.

Bringing the gloomy past to life, Han Woo-jin was a loud shout that came from a coat somewhere.

Waaaahhhh!

It sounds similar to what you would hear on a stadium, but it sounds a little small. Reflexively, the group's gaze points to the direction in which they heard the shout.

“Oh dear, it was‘ him ’today. ”

What do you mean, who else is he?

Emilio turns away from their gaze as if it were a question of some kind, and starts stepping away toward the coat that heard the sound. Perhaps you'll find out if you follow me. Hanwoojin's group is half curious, half intrigued, following behind him.

I crossed a narrow path through my coat.

Soon after, when they arrived at the source of the scream, a man in his coat, twisting his racket, flew like an animal.

Pa-ang!

A one-handed hand forehand. The smashing of the wrist back and forth was an impossibility to imitate even the most powerful possessor. He said he was quite good, but he was not a ball that only a student of the Academy could get.

Beep, beep!

One of the coaches standing next to Nate, either as referee, whistled in place of the declaration of the end of the match. Perhaps the ball just won the battle.

“Huh?"

However, Han Woo-jin did not show any interest in the outcome of the battle. It was all I could do to spit out a word while looking at the familiar friend's face, guiding the swing with a shy face on his coat.

“· · · Napa? ”

The voice was never loud. But it was clearly touched.

Napael Radar's torso spins pink, a man called Napael Radar. In his flexible eyes, he saw the face of a friend he had dated about two months ago. Radar put his name on his mouth without even knowing it.

“· · · Test! ”

The End

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