Chapter 132 – Vs FC Barcelona – 2
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After Jesus Joo’s transfer to Real Madrid, FC Barcelona, where he played for El Clásico without a single win, gritted their teeth and prepared for this El Clásico.
FC Barcelona coach Jose Sierra demanded strong pressure and fighting spirit from Barcelona players.
“Barça, Barça, Barça!”
Coach Jose Sierra, who was standing on the touch line, nodded with satisfaction at the game unfolding on the ground.
Let’s block the build-up of Real Madrid’s famous triangle of Luis Garcia, Luka Savic and Anthony Rodriguez with strong pressure.
The flow of the game was led by FC Barcelona.
“Puta! What are you doing! Block it properly!”
The Real Madrid defense barely blocked Manuel’s dribble break.
“Tch!”
Manuel clicked his tongue and handed a back pass to Sergio Fabregas.
Sergio Fabregas simply took the pressure off the traitorous Luis Garcia and sent a deflected pass to the other side of Manuel.
Barcelona’s wing forward got past Rafael Obrador and hit a shot, which narrowly went over the top of the goalpost.
While the Barcelona crowd, who had jumped up from their seats at the thought of scoring a goal, sat down with a sad sigh.
Real Madrid reorganized its disorganized defensive line.
“Hey, do you really think you’ll win today?”
“Shoot the stupid Castilian bastards!!”
The Barcelona crowd had no doubts about victory as the Blaugrana dominated the game.
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I was humming even though Real Madrid was being beaten.
I was happy just to see Yoo Young-beom showing good form with a healthy body.
“Huh~!”
Even before the start of this season, I told Yoo Young-beom not to get injured, taught him how to take good care of his body, and reported on his every move to make sure he was doing it properly.
In the process, I received a lot of help from Yoo Young-beom’s wife, Han Yena. For reference, all conversations with Han Yena were conducted through Yuna.
After the last family meal, Yuna and Han Yena became friends, and they shared many concerns on a regular basis. When Yuna said that she was worried because her breasts were too big, Yuna got upset and stopped contacting her for a while.
Was very good.
Anyway, there are currently many Korean players in La Liga, and I was satisfied with the way they settled in and maintained good form.
“Children, please don’t get injured!”
The situation in South Korea, where if even one person gets injured, the overall level of the team immediately falls, was very bleak to me.
Anyway, returning to El Clásico, we can say that FC Barcelona’s fighting spirit and active pressure have worked so far.
However, fighting spirit and active pressure are not exclusive to FC Barcelona.
I immediately raised my fighting spirit.
It puts strong pressure on Sergio Fabregas, who is the backbone of the build-up.
Poop-!
“Puta Madre!”
After taking the ball out, we immediately went on a counterattack.
He stabbed it into the space in front of Jesús González, who was running at high speed from the side.
Jesus, who received the ball, ran quickly and shot, and Yoo Young-beom saved the ball with his toe and performed a provocative celebration.
“So~ Eaaaaasy~~~”
The ball went beyond the goal line and a corner kick was declared for Real Madrid.
The inside of Barcelona’s penalty box was full of nerves.
While the players were affectionately patting each other, avoiding the referee’s eyes, I stood outside the penalty box and aimed for a second ball opportunity.
Come to think of it, in the past, there were reporters who asked me questions. It’s not that I can’t head the ball or that I lack physical strength, but I confidently said this to a British reporter who asked me why I get out of corner kick situations and whether I avoid physical fights because I’m Asian because of my durability.
“For the sake of peace in our time, we are staying out of the penalty box. Just like the Munich Agreement, where Britain was considerate of Germany.”
I can still see the British reporter dying of joy after hearing the answer.
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40 minutes in the first half.
The match between Real Madrid and Barcelona was fierce.
In order not to lose the initiative, both teams blocked the opponent’s attack with harsh fouls.
Sergio Pepe, caught off guard by Manuel Francisco dos Santos’ dribble, kicked him to the ground and stepped on his arm, receiving a yellow card.
‘Now that I think about it, that guy said he wanted to soak the short guys when they dribbled in front of him?’
While Jesus shook his head at the sight of Sergio Pepe having personality problems, excited Barcelona players ran towards Sergio Pepe, and a minor collision occurred.
To the players who are raising their voices and arguing
I, Jejus, the apostle of justice, secretly joined in and hit the player wearing the white uniform hard on the back of the head.
Bah!
“Puta! What a bastard!”
Oh right. I belong to Real Madrid.
I made a mistake in identifying a friend, and when I made eye contact with Sergio Pepe, who had a murderous look in his eyes, I instinctively pointed at Luis Garcia.
“That bastard said that.”
While Sergio Pepe looked at me with a puzzled expression, the referee succeeded in calming the players down.
The Dark Knight’s (me) performance brought peace to the ground for a moment, but soon after, the two teams clashed once again.
This time Jesus González fell to the ground.
Real Madrid players got excited and rushed at the tackle aimed at the ankle rather than the ball.
“Tu Puta Madre!”
“Yes, that’s your mother-in-law.”
The players built friendships by asking their mothers’ job recommendations and comfort at home.
[Ah, players from both teams are excited. The referee tries to stop him, but it’s too hard.]
[… Yes, the World Cup is just around the corner, so I hope Joo Jesus and goalkeeper Yoo Young-beom can finish the game without any injuries.]
As if he had heard such an explanation, the Lord Jesus stood one step behind and stared at the fight.
‘After today’s game, I’ll post something on the community. The title is ‘Why I don’t wear the captain’s armband. Jpg But why is that bastard, Sergio Pepe, blocking the back of his head?’
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It’s not long before the end of the first half.
The referee kept glancing at the watch.
Luis Garcia gave me the ball and pointed to the space in front of him.
“Puta! “Give me the ball!”
It was meant to be a pass in that direction, but I ignored Luis Garcia’s request.
I decided to dribble myself, thanking Luis Garcia for taking Barcelona’s attention for a moment.
“Booooo-!”
I moved to teach the Barcelona fans who booed when I caught the ball what justice is and to put an end to this fierce war.
As I escaped the harsh tackles of my former colleagues, they clung to my uniform as if they wanted it.
Because I felt a little sad about the Barcelona players who were trying their best to stop it.
“Myeongjonse!”
I gave them comfort.
“Oh my!”
Leaving behind the players resting on the ground.
I gave a penetration pass to Bruno Iglesias.
Bruno Iglesias, who received the ball, avoided the tackle aimed at him and then crossed just in time for me to enter the penalty box.
I succeeded in scoring by changing the direction of the ball to a place where Youngbeom couldn’t reach at the right time.
The look of dejection on the Barcelona players’ faces after conceding a goal at the end of the first half got my adrenaline pumping.
I grabbed Yoo Young-beom’s head and shouted with an excited expression.
“Damn it-!!”
When I saw Yoo Young-beom’s expression hardening, I thought to myself.
After the game, Youngbeom invited me to have dinner at his house, but I couldn’t go.
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65 minutes of the second half.
FC Barcelona raised their line at the start of the second half and found the net against Real Madrid.
[Gooooo! Manuel Francisco dos Santos’ mid-range shot shakes Real Madrid’s net!!]
Jesus Joo smiled as he saw the FC Barcelona crowd cheering for the equalizer.
The broadcast camera caught Jesus smiling brightly after Barcelona scored. Now, people who had become accustomed to the Lord Jesus smiled bitterly.
[Haha… Joo Jesus, caught on screen, is smiling brightly and giving a compliment to Manuel Francisco dos Santos.]
└ Ah haha, it’s starting again, bro.
└ Beomreluya, let’s go!
And 5 minutes later.
As many people expected.
The net shook once again at the feet of the Lord Jesus.
[Wow! I went in! Jesus Joo succeeds in scoring with a faster shot from a similar position as Manuel!!!]
The shot, struck from a distance of approximately 35 meters, was sucked into the corner of the goal at incredible speed.
It was a shot that even Yoo Young-beom, the world’s best, had no choice but to stand in place and watch as the ball hit the net.
[It was a perfect goal that even the world’s goalkeeper Yoo Young-beom could not react to.]
“Under…”
Seeing Joo Jesus running to the corner flag and celebrating with a playful expression, Yoo Young-beom only clenched and unclenched his fist.
[This is a shot that shatters FC Barcelona’s will to chase. If you play like that, other players won’t want to play with you!]
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Game over.
Real Madrid 2:1 FC Barcelona.
[The victory of El Clásico is Real Madrid, and the victory of the Korean Derby is the Lord Jesus!]
[Joo Jesus’ fantastic mid-range shot that breaks FC Barcelona’s will to chase]
