Chapter 199 – Side Story 33: The Goal Is in Place.
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[Jejus returns to disciplinary action after 6 months.]
The disciplinary action received during the opening match has finally been lifted. If I were to explain why I was disciplined, it would be very complicated and long, so I will keep it short and concise and summarize only the key points.
[‘Shocking referee assault’ Jejus, ‘I hit the referee, but it was not an assault.’]
I hit the referee. But it wasn’t an assault. Just like drinking alcohol doesn’t mean you’re drunk driving. I also hit the referee, but it was not assault.
I am the Lord Jesus, the God of soccer. A man who thinks the referee is like a home appliance.
Just like when a home appliance doesn’t listen to you, you kick it to make it listen.
A prophet who realized that if you don’t like the referee’s decision, the duty of a true powerhouse is to beat it up and change the decision to your liking.
That’s right. I did not assault.
I just followed Kangho’s instructions.
However, this corrupt world granted human rights even to tools.
“Ha… “Why is the world like this?”
Truly, it is true, it is true.
Giving affection to tools.
Judgment is a tool.
Just a tool to help soccer games run smoothly!
Taaa-!
“Woof!”
When I was spending the last days of my glorious unemployed life playing golf with Patraschem. K2 (Patrasche’s child) in the yard, lamenting that even tools are respected as human beings.
Dudadadada-
The twins heard the news of my return from Yuna and came running making noises.
“Baa, aren’t you unemployed now?”
“No?”
“Yes, Dad, I have to go to work starting tomorrow.”
When their father said that they had to go to work, the twins’ expressions distorted like steamed buns, and they started acting cute, asking them to play instead of going to work.
“Hey, dad, can’t we just keep playing instead of doing work?”
“Maja! “Play with us all the time!”
It was the daughters’ cuteness that made me feel rewarded for playing the role of a good father by playing with them most of the time during this vacation.
“Dad, I have to work, so I can buy Hayun and Seoyun delicious food?”
The twins seemed to be starting to worry about what I said.
“Omg! What should I do! Hayoon likes to eat!”
“Seo Yu-ni also likes to eat!”
He held her head and thought for a moment before answering.
“Okay… “Dad, when are you going to stop working again?”
“How many nights can I sleep?”
Well. How many days will it take until the next disciplinary action?
Wouldn’t it be necessary to work hard for a month to properly gauge public sentiment? But really, will I be able to survive for a month without being disciplined? .
I answered the twins with an expression of disbelief even to myself.
“Um, thirty nights?”
“One, two, three, four… “I don’t have enough hands!”
“Not enough!”
“It’s long!”
“It’s long!”
The twins, who were counting with their fingers, blinked with serious expressions and grabbed my legs.
“Dad, Hayuni and Seo Yuni can eat less delicious food! Become unemployed quickly! “Play with Hayuni and Seo Yuni!”
“Play!”
As I took in the cute sight of the twins begging me to play, I made a promise to my children.
“Okay, if Hayun and Seoyun listen to Mom and Dad carefully, Dad will get a quick vacation and play with them.”
“Dad, is it true? Promise!”
“I promise!”
That day, I crossed my fingers with the kids and promised to take a vacation soon.
***
Real Madrid’s Valdebebas training ground was crowded with tourists every day to see Real Madrid players.
“Uh! It is the Lord Jesus!”
“Where? Where!!”
“Waaah Jesus type!!”
And among those tourists, a significant portion were Koreans who came to see the Lord Jesus.
“Jesus tongue!! “I need your autograph!!”
A Korean who wears Real Madrid’s white uniform and plays as a starting player at Santiago Bernabeu. Doesn’t your heart fill with joy just by hearing it?
“Oh, Lord Jesus! We are always rooting for you! Please stop by our store next time!”
And although there were many controversies, Joo Jesus was, no matter what anyone said, the best sports star that Korea has ever produced.
His soccer skills were great, but his star quality was also on a different level to the point where you couldn’t even think of him as an Asian player.
On the field, he is a bad boy who hits the referee, the opposing team, and sometimes shoots at the crowd, but off the field, he is a good father and husband, and he shows his fans excellent fan service and a warm side full of humanity.
“Kaaaaa! Jesus heaven, disbelief hell! “I’m a fan of Jesus!!”
There were also many female fans who liked Joo Jesus’ Gap Moe-like feel. Of course, most female fans just liked Jesus’ popularity and his handsome face when expressionless.
“Please line up in order! “I’ll do everything for you!”
That’s not important, anyway, on his way home from work, the Lord Jesus signed autographs and expressed his gratitude to the fans who supported him.
Fans who received the autograph did not hesitate to write funny stories about the Lord Jesus on their communities or SNS.
[Title: What kind of bastards are these Jesus type brats?]
ㄹㅇ ㄴ They’re nice, but those damn bastards didn’t even sign autographs and were busy swearing at the fans.
Jesus smiled and signed each and every autograph.
└ Do you know that now? Is she an idiot?
└ Unexpectedly, there were many kids who didn’t know that Jesus was a good person.
└ ㄹㅇ, I met Jesus in Madrid, Spain the other day, and he bought me ribs. Because she said she was an international student. She says she has a hard time studying alone in a foreign country.
└ Kya… Is Jesus above God?
└ ㅆㅂㅋ When did it turn out that that was a rumor about ribs, but is there still someone who is talking about ribs?
└ It’s fun, so it doesn’t matter if it’s a rumor or not.
└ By the way, Jesus is returning to the game after 6 months. Okay… My heart flutters. I hope the weekend comes quickly~
└ The tension and excitement of not knowing when an accident might occur. Perhaps we are marking a new milestone in soccer?
Soccer fans’ attention was turned to the weekend’s derby match between Real Madrid and Atlético Madrid and the Civita Metropolitano, where the derby madrilho and the return match of Lord Jesus will be held.
***
Seup. Under. Seup. Ha,
Hostile gaze filled the stadium.
“Mono! Mono! Mono! (Monkey! Monkey!)”
“Puta! Shut up you son of a bitch! “Stop being racist at the club I love!”
And the uncivilized voices of uncivilized people are occasionally heard.
“Hehe… Great. “Good.”
All of that made me excited.
“Sit down! “You son of a bitch, if you want to commit suicide, go search alone!”
“Don’t provoke those damn white bastards! The next derby match is at their home stadium!”
Even though the savage was restrained by others, his muzzle was blocked, and he was made to sit down.
It’s already too late. I have already located your location. Savage.
“Jesus.”
While I was inputting the barbarian’s location coordinates into my brain.
“The director told me to tell you. “It’s been a long time since I came back, so I want to score at least three goals and get sent off.”
Sergio Pepe approached me calling my name. The guy looked worried that I might commit an incident due to the crowd’s provocation.
Huh. Who do you know is a troublemaker?
Damn, how did you know.
“Three goals is appropriate.”
I nodded to Sergio Pepe’s words.
“Vamos! Let’s let those stupid fakes know that God is back!”
Sergio Pepe, who left Valverde’s message, quickly became a true madridista and disappeared.
And not long after.
Beep!
The game started with the referee’s whistle and Atletico Madrid taking the lead.
***
Luis Garcia’s pass goes to Bruno Iglesias on the side.
“Booooo-!!”
With the sound of booing from the crowd that filled the stadium.
Taaa-!
Bruno Iglesia’s cross flies into the penalty box.
Snap-!
“Ah, come on!”
I roughly shook off Atlético Madrid’s hand that was blocking me and ran and placed my forehead precisely on the ball.
Tuk-!
The ball touched my forehead and deflected in the direction of Atletico Madrid. The ball flew smoothly in a parabolic curve and hit Atletico Madrid’s net without resistance.
“Hala! Madrid!”
A few Real Madrid away fans started singing God and cheering songs.
“No time for celebration! Follow me!”
I took the ball and ran to the half line.
5 minutes after that. I scored the second goal and silenced Atletico Madrid’s home stadium.
Except for one barbarian.
“Puta! What are you doing! “What are you doing that you can’t stop that Mono bastard?!”
The excited barbarian continued his racist remarks again.
I stared at the strange, bronze-colored furry monkey with a big nose.
“Well, what are you looking at! “You son of a bitch!!”
When the ape saw my eyes, he seemed a little nervous.
I just smiled and gave a thumbs up.
“@*$(#**!”
The ape, who thought he had been ridiculed, began to run amok.
I am like a hero who ignores the words of the ape and waits for his time.
I waited for the moment of glory to come to me.
And not long after.
The moment of glory I was waiting for has arrived.
The ball, cleared by the Atletico Madrid goalkeeper, flowed towards me.
I only looked at the ball and focused all my attention on shooting.
The target doesn’t move. Just jumping around in place. The target was located at fixed coordinates.
Pwow-!
***
[Oh my! Jesus Joo’s powerful shot flew into the stands.]
[Yes… It was a truly incredible shot, and I hope that the fallen spectator gets up safely without any problems.]
[Ah, Jesus Christ… I am crying sadly. It must be a big shock, right?]
[Yes. Still, it was an unfortunate accident, so I hope Joo Jesus doesn’t take it too seriously.]
***
Anyone who sees me is shocked.
I made the audience be nice and started acting right away.
Basically, acting is about deceiving yourself first.
So I thought about my father who passed away.
Where is the orphaned baby’s father?
It’s an act because there isn’t one.
I shed tears and showed my concern for the audience.
“It’s okay, you’ll be safe.”
The referee patted my shoulder and comforted me.
Ah, the tool bastard was fooled, right?
The Atletico Madrid players looked at me with a suspicious look.
So what should I do?
What should I do when the tools are on my side?
Are you going to hit me with a tool just because you don’t like the decision like me?
You can’t do it? Then just stay there and glare, you idiot!
Oh, by the way, the tool that helped me make the right decision was indicted by Spanish prosecutors yesterday on charges of illegal betting.
As expected, something was strange. That fucking guy.
Anyway, I showed in this game that I can fall behind by messing around with my tongue.
Despite this, if you can still discriminate against racism, do it.
I am confident.
I am confident that I will smash the heads of any racist spectators, no matter where they are.
