Chapter 175 – Side Story 9: The Target Was Captured.
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The A-match schedule has ended. Jesus Joo’s return to the A-match created a lot of buzz around the world.
[Jejus scored multiple goals in the return match and was sent off for accumulating warnings for celebration. ‘God’s will was accomplished.’]
Some people were angry at his behavior, while others recalled his debut season and reminisced about his actions.
[The Lord Jesus spoke about additional discipline. ‘Jesus is not subject to disciplinary action. But he just gets vacation.’]
Someone else tore the newspaper article with his face to shreds the moment he saw it.
Real Madrid fans were satisfied that Jesus Joo was not injured.
And Korean fans were playing around with nicknames based on the name of the Lord Jesus.
[Title: But Ronaldo got a nickname because his ending is two, but isn’t Jesus-type also cute because his ending is number?]
If Jesus goes to the Saudi league, how old will he be in Arabia?
└ There is also Shinbassu haha
└ Couldn’t Jesus have done cross-stitch because he grew up in a Catholic orphanage?
└ Cross stitch haha
└ If Jesus didn’t show up, it would have ruined me.
└ The nickname is pretty cool haha
└ The three soccer captains are sooooo
└ … ㅗㅜㅑ Isn’t it a bit dirty? Haha,
└ What is erotic?
└ Damn water ㅗㅜㅑ so dirty.
└ Crazy bastard, is it possible to live a normal life?
└ If possible, would you join the community now, at this time?
└ What is this crazy bastard who is making such a sudden move haha
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Time has passed quickly since returning to Real Madrid. Real Madrid successfully advanced to the Champions League final.
[Real Madrid wins 5:1 against Paris Saint-Germain.]
[Jejus scores 4 goals in 45 minutes in the first half and is substituted out.]
Well, it may be a natural result since I, who are called the god of soccer, play for Real Madrid.
Ding dong-!
While I was internally praising myself. Members of Real Madrid’s Kimchi Pirates began to gather at one or two houses.
It has been a long time since the official meeting of the Real Madrid Kimchi Pirates took place.
“Johan, the next captain of our Real Madrid!”
Sergio Pepe was the last to visit Yohan’s home with his hands full, saying it was a tribute to the next captain of Real Madrid.
“Uncle Sergio-!!”
Yohan ran toward him, smiling brightly.
“Uncle Sergio! Yohan eats carrots well! “I’ll be better at soccer!”
We had dinner and watched the Champions League semi-final between Manchester United and FC Porto.
The result was surprising.
“Hey, Manchester United is coming up.”
Manchester United succeeded in advancing to the final.
Although they beat relatively weak teams such as Olympique Lyonnais in the quarterfinals and FC Porto in the semifinals.
The fact that Manchester United advanced to the Champions League final remained unchanged.
When the game ended, the Kimchi Pirates’ love affair naturally came to an end.
“… I’m sleepy. Jejus, I’m going.”
“Hmm. “While Luca is going, I have to go too.”
The players began to return home, starting with Luka Savic, a child with a good lifestyle who went to bed at 10pm.
“Uncles, bye~”
Yohan, who is happy to have received many loving gifts from his uncles, sends them off with a bright expression. I quietly logged into the soccer community.
Actually, I wanted to enter the community consistently from the moment Manchester United scored the first goal in the first half.
Still, I couldn’t just invite guests and have a community without being polite, so I had no choice but to wait with a heart full of excitement.
Anyway, finally, all the guests returned. I opened the door to the community with a heart full of excitement.
[Title: Rhubarb oil! Advance to the Champions League finals!]
[Title: Paul Lingard’s opening goal leading Hwangyu to the final.]
[Title: To be honest, I went to the Champions League final with a blind friend, but isn’t Paul Lingard 〉〉〉 a fool?]
There, Manchester United fans were jumping around like mudskippers in water, excited to have reached the Champions League final for the first time in a long time.
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[Title: Paul Lingard’s opening goal leading Hwangyu to the final.]
(Paul Lingard’s picturesque free kick goal. Gif)
To be honest, I think this is about 1/10th of being sober, huh?
└ Do you think Danju is a dick?
└ ㄹㅇ Haha, I was looking at this bastard as a sober dog. Haha,
└ If he had been sober, he would have hit a 3-point shot from there haha
└ ㅆㅂ 3 points hahashoot hahais this basketball haha
[Title: Rhubarb oil! Advance to the Champions League finals!
Let’s keep this momentum until we win!
Winning the Champions League is Hwang Yu!
└ The final opponent is Real Madrid?
└ The opposing team has alcohol.
└ Fuck you! Damn the Lord Jesus, you bastard! When exactly was the Lord Jesus? ㅋ
└ How dare you suck at a kid who couldn’t even score a hat-trick in his return game?
└ … Byeongshin-ah, I often come to the sobriety community these days.
└ Yes, just delete it before you see it~
└ Ho…
└ Kkkk I’m sober kkk
└ Fucked! I swear it’s a mess!!
└ It turns out that this guy is an anti-Manchester United fan? LOL
└ ㄹㅇ They broke the car road murder system lol
└ Oh, you crazy bastard, don’t provoke me for any reason!
└ Manchester United fans sob in real time haha
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I wanted to severely punish the fan’s provocation right away. There was still a long month left until the Champions League final.
To relieve my boiling anger, I decided to play in the 34th round match against Real Sociedad in the league.
When we arrived at Real Madrid’s training ground, Valdebebas, everyone there was moved.
“Oh my god! Jejus has arrived at the training ground!”
The coaches were impressed when an amazing first touch was made in the following training.
“Oh my god! “Jesus hasn’t gone home yet!”
Coach Valverde, who watched me silently attending training, looked moved and requested personal consultation.
“Hmm… Jejus, is there a problem?”
From Valverde’s words, I realized that I’ve lived this life like a bitch
I slowly opened my mouth to Valverde, who looked worried.
“No problem.”
Coach Valverde’s expression hardened even more at my polite answer. He hurriedly spoke further to Valverde, who was left imagining things on his own.
“There can be no problems with Jejus. This is because the problem is automatically solved when it meets Jejus.”
Only then did Valverde nod his head with a relieved expression and gave the order to congratulate the guests.
“Whew. Fortunately, it’s normal. Jejus, it’s good to take good care of your body after work.”
I came out of Valverde’s office lost in thought. The next day, I did not show up for work at the training center. However, no one scolded me.
‘The life of a fool might not be bad?’
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On the day of the game.
The 34th round league match between Real Madrid and Real Sociedad was held at the Santiago Bernabeu.
I could see Dongjun warming up with his teammates in a corner of the stadium.
Entering his third season at Real Sociedad, he has now fully established himself at Real Sociedad and has caught the attention of big clubs with four goals and six assists this season.
However, he showed his loyalty to the club by signing a new contract with Real Sociedad last month.
I clicked my tongue at Dongjun.
‘Tsk tsk, being stupid is about money rather than loyalty.’
He must have felt my hot gaze staring at him. Kim Dong-jun walked briskly.
“Jesus!”
“Dongjun!”
Is it because we’ve known each other for quite some time now? Kim Dong-jun, who always treated him with respect even though he was his elder, has now completely disappeared.
“Please sign an autograph after the game.”
“… Suddenly?”
“They said the person I like is your fan.”
“Dating at a time when you need to sharpen your skills?”
“… “I’m older than you?”
“Soccer idiot talking back?”
“…”
“Just kidding, since when did you meet?”
In response to my question, Dongjun Kim expressed 1 with his finger.
“A year?”
“One month.”
“… “Isn’t it time to renew your contract a month ago?”
“Yes, my girlfriend lives in Donostia.”
Donostia is called San Sebastian in Spanish and is the area where Real Sociedad is based.
“Spanish?”
“No, Basque.”
I was speechless for a moment at Dongjun’s words. I’m really in love with this guy’s girlfriend. Just an honorary Basque.
“… “Pretty?”
I couldn’t hold back my curiosity at Kim Dong-jun’s completely incomprehensible behavior.
“It’s over there.”
In response to my question, Kim Dong-jun pointed to one side of the audience with an embarrassed expression. I was convinced.
“… “It’s worth giving up my salary and renewing my contract.”
Kim Dong-jun, who heard me muttering to himself, wiped his nose and said.
“Anyway, please sign your uniform after the game.”
Uh? What is that expression? It’s strangely scary. I need to give him a real education by hitting him during the game.
I set Kim Dong-jun as my target for the game against Sociedad.
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When the game time came, the referee blew the whistle and the game started.
I followed Kim Dong-jun, who had found a pretty girlfriend, to give him a congratulatory toast.
But maybe it’s because I was bullied so much in the last games. Dongjun Kim instinctively avoided meeting me.
‘Hmm. It will come out that way.’
When I saw Dongjun Kim avoiding me, I received the ball from Luis Garcia and ran towards him.
“Lewis, give me the ball!”
Kim Dong-jun, who changed his position to avoid me, was in the defensive midfield position.
He dribbled the ball and blocked me with an expression that showed he didn’t want to stop me.
Kim Dong-jun stretched out his leg and tried to steal the ball. I immediately swung my fist.
But Kim Dong-jun was ahead.
Did he even expect me to swing my fist? Instead of a standing tackle, he tried a sliding tackle with his body down.
My fist, having lost its target, quickly picks up another target around it and changes its trajectory.
It exploded into the solar plexus of the referee who was hiding in Kim Dong-jun’s diagonal line.
“Kuhhh!”
The referee fell to the ground, leaving a fatal wound, and the game was temporarily stopped.
I instinctively tried tee-bagging towards the fallen referee.
“Bow your head. That is your position.”
The referee stumbled for a while, finally came to his senses, came over to me, and held the red card high.
“Look, this is a revolution. You are ejected!”
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Valverde quietly recited after seeing the scene where Jesus gave the referee a Communist extermination punch to the referee’s abdomen.
“Ha, for some reason, he was acting like he didn’t normally do.”
The sight of him holding his little remaining hair with both hands looked somewhat sad.
