Chapter 210 – Side Story 44: K-Heat.
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“Uuuuu-! “What is the judgment?”
“We came to see Jesus executed!!”
“Revert! Overturn it! Overturn it! “Revert!”
The referee, who achieved humanity’s wish with an unintentional headbutt, let out his anger that was building up momentarily towards me, and then gave up after hearing a huge amount of booing.
“… It’s a yellow card.”
I felt sorry for the referee biting his lip.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to.”
I appealed to the poor referee that it wasn’t intentional.
“… Ha.”
He snorted and didn’t believe me.
Hmm… Well, it would be misleading to sing excitedly while watching the referee fly.
Still, maybe it’s because I apologized.
The referee, who looked a little less angry, blew his whistle and resumed the game that had been stopped.
Beep-!
I slowly looked at the ground while the game resumed with a dropped ball.
“If you think it’s dangerous, call it a foul!”
“Don’t be scared! You can win! Raise the line!”
Although it is a small number, the appearance of orphanage children who are Korean league all-stars is visible.
When the game resumed, the children tenaciously rushed towards the Real Madrid players in an attempt to learn at least one more thing, even though it was a pre-season friendly.
“Shit! Stop it!!”
However, Real Madrid’s players laughed off the pressure from the Korean League All-Stars and easily took it off.
There may be a basic difference in skill between the Korean League All-Stars and the Real Madrid players, but another problem was that their organizational skills were lacking not long after they joined forces.
“Jesus!”
Luka Savic, who dropped Zupaul with a simple feint move, stabbed a pass at my feet.
Before receiving the ball, I turned my head and looked around. I could see Jacob running towards me to prevent me from catching the ball.
“I am Mangeunchu!”
I held the ball stably, with my back to Jacob Joo, who was running at me.
“Fuck! “What is this nonsense!”
Harsh words naturally poured out of Jacob Joo’s mouth as he tried to fight to take the ball.
“Go! How dare you swear in front of your brother who is like the sky!”
With my back turned, I admonished Jacob by not losing the ball. Did Young master once say that a rod is medicine for a disobedient child?
I gave Jacob the rod of love full of affection. Let’s lightly hit Jacob with our backs.
“A Billion-!”
The guy fell down on the ground. I did not miss the gap created by Jacob Joo’s departure and tore up the defensive line of the Korean League All-Stars.
“Waaaaa-!!”
As La Croqueta passed the rushing players and entered the penalty box, the cheers of the spectators watching the game grew loud enough to be heard.
“Shit! Stop it!!”
The white-faced goalkeeper shouted with earnestness, but contrary to the goalkeeper’s earnestness, the Korean League All-Stars could not stop me.
Pwow-!
I swung my leg and hit the shot.
The shot, which was hit in front of the goalkeeper’s nose and struck hard with the feeling of being thrown, passed quickly over the goalkeeper’s head and hit his net.
“Vamos!!”
Starting with that goal, Real Madrid began bombarding the Korean League All-Stars.
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[Goooool-! This time too! Without fail, it is the Lord Jesus! The soccer god born in Korea who cuts into the net with a perfect curling kick! Juyesuuuuu-!!]
[Wow… It was a truly impressive counterattack development process. The ball was intercepted by Sergio Pepe and flowed to Luka Savic. Luka Savic caught the ball and immediately delivered a pass to Luis Garcia.
Luis Garcia passed the ball back to Lord Jesus with his heel.
And Joo Jesus’ shooting… Wow-. If a shot with that speed goes into the blind spot at the top corner of the goal, the goalkeepers are at a loss. Isn’t there a popular saying these days that the Lord Jesus was the Lord Jesus? I guess they say that the Lord Jesus was the Lord Jesus after seeing this kind of shooting.]
└ Uh… ? That’s not how it’s used.
└ Ah haha just hit ㄹㅇㅋㅋ.
└ LOL.
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The match between Real Madrid and the Korean League All-Stars has ended. The score was 8vs2. Of course, Real Madrid, where I belong, is 8.
Originally, I would have pushed a little harder and scored at least double digits, but I refrained from it because some of the players on the Korean national team were trying to break it.
There’s no need to train your body to win the World Cup. Honestly, I want to win the World Cup trophy too.
We have been obsessed with winning the World Cup for over 200 years. Wouldn’t it be nice to have at least one World Cup trophy before you die?
So I adjusted my pace appropriately before the Korean national team players broke down.
“Puta! Jejus, why aren’t you working hard! Work hard! “Respect the other person!”
“Jesus! Pass! Luca is empty!”
Of course, Luis Futa Garcia, who was substituted in the 56th minute of the second half and was watching from the bench, was very angry.
Pwow-!
“Shut up! “You poodle!”
I, who was understanding, considerate, and considerate, tried to explain Luis Garcia well and made him understand.
Kaang-!
“Puta Madre!”
“Hey. You crazy bastard! Shooting at our team’s bench!?”
Wouldn’t you have understood if I had somehow made you close your mouth?
Anyway, after the game ended, I had a conversation with some of the Korean players I knew.
“Paul’s score was great.”
“Lol… Thank you.”
Paul Joo, who is rumored to be moving to FC Porto, answered by scratching his head as if he was embarrassed.
Although it is said that Sergio Pepe has become older and has made more mistakes these days, it was great to be able to score past him.
“My brother will buy me a meal before he goes to Spain, so let’s gather the kids from daycare for the first time in a while and have a meal together.”
“Uh, bro, I heard that’s just a saying.”
“It’s noisy. These are not empty words, so I’m ready to jump out if you contact me.”
I roughly patted the head of the guy who was shy about the compliment but still wanted to talk to his older brother whom I hadn’t seen in a long time, and then walked over to talk to Jacob Joo, who was mentally broken and in tatters.
“Jacob increased greatly. Will we be able to enter Europe soon?”
“… Thank you.”
Despite my praise, Jacob Joo looked at the ground with a blank expression.
Uh… Did this bother me too much?
I was worried that Jacob might have been broken.
“Brother.”
Jacob Joo, who had been staring blankly at the ground for a while, suddenly turned his passionate gaze towards me.
“… Huh?”
I was momentarily taken aback by the sudden gaze. I shrugged and took off my uniform.
“Heh, if you want to exchange that guy’s uniform, let me know…”
“Can we develop further if we go to Europe?”
Ah. This wasn’t it.
***
All pre-season schedules will now end with the match against Colchester United.
Today, as always, I skipped training without notice and was lying around in bed.
Gantok arrived from Yohani.
-Precious Yohan: Dad!
-Precious Yohan: This time, don’t forget to buy Isabelle a gift!
-Precious Yohani: I think a hanbok would be nice!
I felt sad to see my son caring more about his lover’s gift than his father’s well-being, but he didn’t show it.
-Me: Yes, don’t forget and don’t forget.
-Me: By the way, are you doing well at soccer?
-Son: Yes! I had a hat trick today too!
-Son: Just sleep!
-Son: (John scoring scene. Gif)
– Son: Hehe! Am I good at it?
-Me: So my son is the best?
– Me: I’m listening carefully to Mom. Then, Dad will buy you a lot of presents.
-Me: Do you know what to do if your mom gets sick?
-Son: Yes! If her mom gets sick, she’ll call her uncle and her grandfather right away!
As I talked to my son like that for a while, my feelings of disappointment disappeared and a smile formed on my face.
My past life was empty even though I embraced a woman every day.
How much better is it now compared to then. When I return home after work, there is a family that welcomes me.
A family that will always be by my side no matter what.
I looked at the family photo that was set as the wallpaper for a while, then closed my eyes and went to sleep.
It was midsummer.
… Ah. When did the fucking air conditioner turn off?
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The day of the match between Real Madrid and Colchester United.
Real Madrid players too.
Colchester United players too.
Only one fact came to mind.
“What? “Why is the weather like this?”
“Puta Madre is hot!”
“It’s not that it’s hot, it’s so fucking humid! Even if I stay still, I sweat!”
“Fuck! Did you happen to be in another country while I was sleeping?”
The weather was crazy.
And in this crazy weather, the Lord Jesus thought.
‘Why are you making such a fuss over something that doesn’t matter? A maximum temperature of 33 degrees and humidity of 62% is comfortable, right?’
Those Yankee bastards are making a fuss.
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“Uuuuu-!! Lord Jesus you bastard!! “Come out now and play!”
”Where is this crazy bastard hiding!!”
Angry boos from the audience pour into the ground.
He looks like he’s going to raise a bamboo spear and shout out Revolution at any moment.
“Is it okay if you don’t play, owner?”
The Colchester United player sitting next to me looked at the audience with anxious eyes and asked carefully.
I shook my head.
“It’s hot.”
It was a day I didn’t want to play soccer.
