Chapter 128 – Match a Friendly Match -1
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South Korea, who won the A match last September and went directly to the finals as the first place in the group, was virtually confirmed to be assigned to Pot 3 in the FIFA rankings, which have jumped up since the last World Cup.
In our neighboring country Japan, we won the last game and went straight to the finals as second place in the group.
When the match A started after the match between Real Madrid and Mallorca was over.
Korea invited Argentina and Brazil to Korea to play a friendly match, not the countries they normally invited to play.
The association expressed their gratitude, saying that it was easy to schedule the matches against Argentina and Brazil thanks to me.
I nodded my head while wearing a goryongpo.
In Spain, Yuna hated it, so she couldn’t wear the dragon robe anymore. Since there is no Yuna in Korea, I will dress as I want.
It is not my alpha who gets scolded after entering Spain.
It’s something I’ll have to deal with myself in the future.
So comforting, I praised the association staff for their hard work.
“Heh heh, great job! Disturbance!”
I could see the deterioration of the high-ranking officials of the association, but it was no problem in front of me with an Alpano mind once I advanced to the semifinals of the World Cup.
High-ranking members of the association withdrew from my hotel room with such a grim look on their faces.
Time goes by.
A huge crowd gathered at Sangam World Cup Stadium in Seoul, where the match against Brazil, the first match of the A match, was held from early hours.
“Waaaaa-!”
The spectators cheered as the players from both teams warmed up on the pitch.
I could see that some of the players were depressed at the sight of the Brazilian players.
I quietly called the players together.
“Hey, don’t be scared. I’m more expensive than their ransom.”
The expression of the players became comfortable at the remarks of tactical nuclear, which was recognized by President Núñez.
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The players, who were trembling with tension, felt comfortable with the words of Jesus Joo, who wore the captain’s armband of the Korean national team after Kim Min-joon’s retirement from the national team.
‘… Is that so? Like the captain, we have a lot of players who play in the big leagues, don’t we?’
‘Maybe I don’t need to be scared?’
It wasn’t long before the players regained confidence in the words of Jesus, and they realized that they were wrong.
“Shit!! What’s this!!”
Watching the defense of the Korean national team melt away with the Brazilian’s unique skill and dribbling, Joo Jesus laughed.
‘Hehe, is Korean beef safe? The defenders are slowly melting away.’
Joo Jesus, looking at the battered defense, was moved by the way Kim Dong-jun kicked Manuel Francisco dos Santos in the leg.
“Hehe, my will has reached you.”
With Hong Do-yoon and Kim Dong-joon, who were stripped of their hair in a recent confrontation with Joo-Jesus, South Korea reorganized their defense.
“Fuck! Danger zone or just kick the leg!!”
At Kim Dong-jun’s words, Taekwondo, a traditional Korean martial art, unfolded on the ground. Brazil, who had been beaten over and over again, seemed to have run out of patience, and started committing rough fouls. In an overheated match, the referee called the captains of both teams.
“The game is heating up too much.”
After being called in front of the referee and receiving a warning, the Brazilian national team captain and I returned to our respective teams and delivered the referee’s words.
“Fuck! Even if you don’t repay the favor, you have to repay the enemy 10 times! Ignore the referee’s words and hit me if you hit me!”
“… Did we hit you first?”
Ko Seok-Jun, who plays for Dortmund, threw up at my words, but I lightly ignored them.
The Brazilian national team seemed to have the same idea, and our game continued to get rough.
The referee was busy running around the ground and did not hesitate to issue cards, warnings, and even threats to the players, trying to calm down the overheated game.
[Ah… It is a friendly match between players. I need to calm down a bit!]
[Even the bench players of both teams ran out and a brawl almost broke out, but Joo Jesus and Thiago Santos ran to dry it off and calmed the players down.]
The once overheated game was not easily calmed down.
“Fight without showing off! Then what are you going to do when you get punished!”
Even though Korean football fans frowned at the rough football, their hearts were warmed by the play of the players full of fighting spirit in the stadium and the close match with Brazil.
[Title: Wow… Is it true that you’re taking a close game with Brazil? My heart grows grand.]
Maybe it’s because they received real-life compression training from Jesus hyung, Ttongjun and Ttoyun are really good at it.
└ ㄹㅇㅋ The forced growth method of a first-stroke soccer instructor.
└ There’s even Beomrelujah behind it, so the defense is solid, right?
└ Seriously, this is the best defense ever in the history of Korean football haha
└ Only I am looking forward to the World Cup in China… ? I’m already excited about what to do if I go to the semifinals haha
└ 4th round ㅇjㄹ hahaDo you see the 4th round as a j?!
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I was moved by the appearance of the Korean national team, which is working harder than I thought.
Yeah I wanted something like that
It wasn’t just meekly getting out of the way, it was grabbing my hair, my uniform, or pulling my cock.
I wanted the mindset to stop the opponent no matter what.
Avoiding the referee’s eyes during Brazil’s corner kick situation, Kim Dong-Jun pinched the Brazilian player’s inner thigh.
Luis García’s creative pass or Luka Savic’s receiver-friendly pass was of poor quality compared to that.
It didn’t matter.
After peeling off the Brazilian holding midfielder with a soft touch.
I ran quickly to the penalty area.
Before I entered the penalty box, the images of my wicked Brazilian friends came in to stop me.
They hit me and kicked me and pulled my uniform, but I didn’t care.
“100 million-! Puta!”
“Stop! I didn’t touch you! Ah-!”
I expressed my sincere thanks to my Brazilian friends who kindly opened the way to the goal.
After clearing the goal to narrow the shooting angle, and even passing the Brazilian goalkeeper who jumped out, he pushed the ball into the empty goal.
“Waaaaa-!!!!!!”
The ball rolled slowly and hit the net.
I ran to the corner flag and blew a cool downpour in front of the cheering crowd.
“No show—!!!!!”
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[Go oh oh oh oh! South Korea scores the first goal!!!!]
[Hey-! Joo Jesus is a total Brazilian killer! Killer!]
[Unlike the last World Cup, the Brazilian players were focusing on Joo-Jesus, right? Nevertheless, he managed to break through the Brazilian defenders and score!]
[Will Korea be able to reproduce the incident in the last World Cup once again!!]
[Brazilian Bench is starting to get busy! ]
[Maybe for the first time in Asian football history!! The splendid achievement of winning two consecutive victories against Brazil, a favorite for the championship forever…]
“Aaaaa…”
[… Yes. It’s like scoring the equalizer. Ha, but it’s okay Korea!! Still a lot of time… One more goal. Sorry. I will keep my mouth shut.]
└ Yaaaaa!!! Someone make the fluttering noise a little bit!!!!!
└ Wow… By the way, the defensive organization that scored two goals in the meantime is it true?
└ Ttongjun and Ttoyun are well blocked, but the other side is just Muju Gongsan
[In the meantime, goalkeeper Yoo Young-beom calmly made two saves in a row, but it ended up being eaten.]
└ No, fuck that! What’s that kid’s name? Why are you raising your hand?
└ It’s been a while since I’ve seen Balam Soobin
└ Memories are sprouting Memories are sprouting!!
[… That’s right. With two goals in an instant, Joo Jesus, who played as captain, is comforting the players]
└ Didn’t you just have sex with each other?
└ Your mouth was shaped like a loaf of bread?
└ Honestly, Jesus is innocent even if he swears, right?
└ ㅆㅇㅅ;; How frustrating it must be to play for the national team after playing for Real Madrid…
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Why?
Why did I score the opening goal, but my team’s defenders’ mentality is loosening up?
South Korea, which gave up two goals in an instant as the defense shook to colorless after the heavy rain, began to be helpless at the breakthrough of the Brazilian friends who had burned their momentum.
Ricardo, who had been grabbed by me the other day, broke through two defenders with a dribble, and stabbed a pass to Manuel, who penetrated from the side.
Manuel’s shot, which only changed direction, and Young-beom’s shooting beyond the goal line caught my eye.
A corner kick by Brazil.
I hung around just below the half line, and the Brazilian coach had three Brazilians around me in preparation for any counter-attack.
Yoo Young-beom caught Brazil’s corner kick, and he threw it straight at me, ignoring the Brazilians surrounding me.
Ah. Is this a sign of trust?
“Oi oi, Young Beom-kun, I will take over your trust.”
I elbowed the back of the defensive midfielder who was about to cut the ball in front of me.
“Cine–!!”
