Chapter 196 – Side Story 30: No Te Vayas – 2
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Three weeks have passed since I announced my retirement.
In the meantime, a lot of interesting things happened. One of the most representative examples is that President Núñez secretly approaches Yohan, waves the Spanish national team uniform, and gives a speech about how good the Spanish national team is and has a long history.
“Giggles, Yohan, what do you think of this uniform? “Isn’t your heart pounding?”
“Huh! Excited! So grandpa! What is your gift today?”
President Nuñez came by today as usual, and Yohan pretended to be curious about the Spanish national team while accepting President Nuñez’s gift.
I quietly observed their appearance as if they were my grandchildren.
“Today’s gift is a game console. If Yohan only promises to become Juan for the Spanish national team, give him this gift right now…”
Like the academy staff in front of the elementary school who said they would give you a toy if you registered for the academy. President Nuñez was seen seducing Yohan.
“Hmph… “Can’t John receive a gift because he’s not Juan?”
Her… John, look at that clever guy. I continue to receive and taste President Nuñez’s gifts. How on earth did you get home education? It’s a joke that you can’t use it if you play with your elders.
“Tsk… This cuteness is harmful cuteness. Phew. Now, there is a game console here. Still, think carefully about what you say. Nationality is also a career.”
Well, actually, President Nuñez probably knows this too. I guess that’s just a way to play with your godson.
How cute would it be to have three children like grandchildren in your later years? Unlike their own grandchildren, who are difficult for them, these children approach and show affection without hesitation.
“Lower part~~”
“What about us?!”
As soon as I could finish my thought, the twins, who saw their older brother Yohan receiving a gift, quickly ran towards President Nuñez and showed cuteness.
I fell into a thought as I watched President Nuñez being taken in by his granddaughters’ cuteness.
It may be in the future, but whether Yohan chooses to represent the Republic of Korea or not. I have already finished talking with Yuna, leaving it up to the child to decide.
Just because Yohan is Yuna, and I’s child, he should not be considered an accessory to our couple. Isn’t Yohan already a great independent entity?
No matter what choice Yohan makes as an adult, we can just silently support him as parents.
For your information, even if Yohan becomes naturalized, there will be no major problems with my mission conditions. All I have to do is advance to the finals, not the semifinals, and have only one child maintain Korean nationality.
And we also have a very valuable dual nationality system. I’ll have to ask Du-sik about the details of the law. As far as I know if you pledge not to have foreign citizenship, you can maintain your dual citizenship.
Ah! Right. I thought of it because it was legal, but Korea still seems noisy.
A popular YouTube video I happened to see played in my head. People who are angry about my retirement and the remarks of the association executives are taking to the streets.
“Oppose the retirement of the Lord Jesus! Football Association Reform!”
“Football Association President Jeong Do-jeon must step down!”
“Associations that treat heroes poorly, wake up!”
The opposition party brought up my retirement as a political issue, linking it to government corruption.
“Isn’t this all happening because the president is corrupt!? Yes!?”
“Hey! Seokjun Kim! How old are you, you bastard? “How old are you when you mention the President?!”
The ruling party accused the opposition party of using the public’s anger politically.
The small ball I shot turned into a nuclear bomb, drenching the Korean Peninsula with radioactivity.
In this situation, the Football Association seems to be fully supporting coach Heo Seong-tae, saying that he must achieve good results at least in the evaluation match to calm the angry public and the rampaging Yeouido. Well, will that work? 99% of the national team’s strength has been lost, and in addition, all those under my influence are reluctant to wear the Taegeuk symbol.
If things continue like this, the Korea Football Association will probably have a hard time even holding a friendly match in September.
I don’t even know how far this snowball rolls, even though I shot the small ball.
Maybe what I fired was not a small ball but an intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM).
***
“Huh? Where does it come from?”
I asked Doosik back what he said.
“The association said they were coming to talk about something related to the national team?”
“Why… ?”
You can just talk over a video call, so why bother talking face-to-face? I asked back with a puzzled expression.
“Kkkk, I heard the story from an employee who remains at the association. It is said that the President summoned Chairman Jeong Do-jeon of the Football Association and strongly criticized him, asking, “What association treats its heroes in such a way?” “Now the association is going to be in trouble too?”
Du-sik snorted and laughed at the association. Since this brother is also an orphan, he seems to have developed a negative attitude towards the words of the association executive who criticized orphans.
“Uh… ? “Isn’t the president not interested in soccer?”
A new puzzle arose in my brother’s words.
“Huh? Didn’t you know? “The president is your fan.”
What kind of bullshit is that? The president is now my fan? I looked at Doosik with an expression of not understanding.
The current president is the only president among the presidents who have been elected or will be elected while I was a national representative who has never visited the national team during his term.
So of course I thought he hated soccer.
Du-sik looked at my expression and slowly began to explain.
“He said that if he met you as the president, he wouldn’t be able to approach you as a pure fan. He said he wanted to meet at the soccer field after his term was over.”
Even after my term ended, I have never seen him on the soccer field. Was he a Real Madrid fan, not my fan?
“And because of this incident, I wanted to contact you directly to offer support, but I was afraid that if I called you for no reason, it might feel like pressure to return to the national team. “I just contacted the agency and asked if the association had apologized, and they just asked me to take care of my mentality.”
Hmm. What. Are they my hidden parents? To be honest, I still don’t really understand.
Yes.
They say the president is also a fan of mine, so the wider the circle of people who support me, the better.
“So the association is coming to my house because of that?”
I said, pointing out the window.
“Hala! Jesus! “Our God is in Madrid!”
“No te vayas Madrid (Don’t leave Madrid!)”
“Stay with us forever!”
“Jesus! “Your son Juan will become the captain of the Invincible Armada!”
Outside my window, I could see madridistas wearing my uniform walking around the streets, offering to comfort me as I was heartbroken (as reported in the media).
“Wouldn’t they be caught by those people and torn to pieces before that?”
In fact, a few days ago, an international student was surrounded by madridistas and was in a dangerous situation. A post saying that he barely survived after showing a holy relic indicating that he was a member of the Madrid branch of the Protestant Church of Jesus was posted on the community and became a hot topic.
“So, are you our alpha?”
There is no blood or tears in this world…
“And they say they are not just an employee of the association, but are directly sending the bastard who made the problematic statement. “Don’t you have to go through at least that level of sincerity test?”
Hmm. If that guy is coming, things will be different. The person who compared soccer hero King Jesus to a traitor deserves to be put to death. I nodded my head at Doo-sik’s words and agreed that the person in question would come ‘in person’ to Madrid, Spain.
“If the person in question ‘walks’ from Santiago Bernabeu to my house, tell them that I will give them time to have a cup of tea.”
Despite all the personal attacks, I showed mercy and presented a modern-day pilgrimage to the association’s director.
How nice it is to take a leisurely look around and sightsee.
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Seoul, South Korea.
Football Association.
Swoosh- Swoosh-!
“Fuck. “Why are we cleaning this up?”
“Hey, at this level, shouldn’t we call a company to clean it up?”
“There is only one asshole, but we all suffer the same damage.”
While employees with aggrieved expressions were cleaning up the association building, which was devastated by angry protesters.
‘Bat-like babies.’
Director Kim Deok-hyung, who caused a stir with his personal attacks on the Lord Jesus, could not hide his mixed feelings.
Even the association employees who flattered him now look at him as if they were bugs, so he gritted his teeth and held on, expecting that public opinion would calm down a bit as time passed.
‘Fuckin’ orphans and bats that live on orphans.’
Starting with the orphanage cartel called Joo Yoon, Joo Nazareth, Joo Adam, and Joo Jacob, following Joo Jesus, the retirement rush of players recognized as Joo Jesus’ faction, including Yoo Young-beom, Go Seok-jun, and Kim Dong-jun, began, and public opinion became uncontrollable.
‘While I’m already in a state of disquiet, the president of the association is even threatening to kill me and is he a real gangster? ‘Fuck, the association is doing really well.’
Director Kim Deok-hyeong recently became somewhat anxious seeing the association president busily traveling between the West Sea, East Sea, and South Sea.
‘… Isn’t this really going to lead to suicide?’
A time when director Kim Deok-hyung was anxious as he came into his office and nervously loosened his tie.
Rattling-!
“Director!”
The door suddenly opened, and the employee who had been hired as a secretary based solely on her appearance rushed in.
“Jejus Agency allowed the director to visit!!”
Director Kim Deok-hyeong’s expression distorted as he heard the secretary’s words with a clear expression. Although the word ‘permission’ made me uncomfortable. This is because Director Kim Deok-hyung was well aware of the situation happening in Madrid.
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3 days later.
Angry Madridistas gathered at Santiago Bernabeu.
“Booooo-!! Asleep-! “You son of a bitch!!”
“Insult our God!? “This is a divine punishment that I impose on God’s behalf!!”
Poop-!
They each brought rotten eggs and tomatoes and started throwing them indiscriminately at the blasphemer.
‘Why the fuck is this police officer just watching while the rioters are throwing tomatoes!’
The police just looked at the scene blankly.
Although I felt like giving up right away and going back to the hotel.
‘I would definitely like Namhae. The water temperature is warm.’
The heavy warning left by Chairman Jeong Do-jeon before leaving Korea remained in his heart.
“You damn bastard!”
Director Kim Deok-hyung drew a seal of patience on his heart and continued his path of apology. What greeted him at the home of the Lord Jesus when he finally arrived was a cup of tea in an espresso cup.
