Chapter 227 – Side Story 61: You Can’t Cry -3
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43 minutes in the first half.
The net that everyone had been waiting for finally appeared.
[Gooooo!! I’m in! I finally got in! The first goalscorer is Eric Corvino! The French star who joined Manchester United this season scores a goal!]
[Hey! This player is really fast! Real Madrid defenders couldn’t keep up!]
Surprisingly, it was Manchester United, not Real Madrid, that succeeded in scoring the first goal.
[Now that I think about it, it seems like it’s been a long time since I saw a game where Real Madrid conceded the first goal.]
[Yes. After Joo Jesus joined, Real Madrid scored the first goal in most games.]
No matter how round the soccer ball is, and no matter how Real Madrid is heading towards the sick man position of Europe these days.
Football fans, including the broadcasters, had a hard time believing that Manchester United had scored the first goal against Real Madrid.
[This might be a difficult game for Real Madrid. Hasn’t it been revealed that Real Madrid’s weakness is their lack of mobility due to aging? No matter how much I think about it, I think Real Madrid defenders are not enough to stop Eric Corvino. Additionally, Joo Jesus’ condition does not look good. Is there a problem with the director?]
└ Of course you get slower as you get older, something like that;;;
└ Wow, my Toto is upset. Yebal, Sisoo bro, what are you doing!
└ Aren’t you sabotaging the sobriety bastard?
└ ㄹㅇ Danju didn’t score a goal until the 36th minute of the first half? Then this bastard is 100% sabotaging.
└ Just before the game started, he put his index finger on Valverde’s muzzle to tell him to shut up. Didn’t the rumor of discord break out?
└ Yes~ No~ It’s just that Danjushek is now obsolete~
└ ㅇㅈㅇㅈ Luis Garcia and Luka Savic are too old to do anything, right? What you’ve been doing for a while has now been revealed, right?
└ And now, even if you beg to join the invincible Hwang Yu, he won’t let you join him~
└ Wow;; These bastards have just scored one goal and George is so excited;;
└ ㄹㅇㅋㅋ When are you crying and telling the players to stop beating you because they got hit earlier? Oh, that won’t work. Let’s take a refreshing look at Jesus brother’s true education!
└ Yes~ I’m sober, so I can’t do anything, right? Are you having a hard time with defender Hwang Yu?
└ The way you talk is shit.
└ Yak-or-ju~ Hwan-a-ju~ What are you going to do even if you’re mad~ Isn’t there anything you can do?
So viewers suspected the Lord Jesus of sabotage. Because of the tremendous achievements the Lord Jesus had shown so far, their suspicions were reasonable to some extent.
“What is it, Jejus? “That kid’s eyes are on us, not the ball?”
“… ? “What kind of bullshit is that?”
“No, it’s real? “That guy isn’t looking at the ball right now.”
“Someone took a glance during the game… What? You are really paying attention.”
Of course, the Lord Jesus did not sabotage her as viewers expected.
However, he prioritized maintaining the discipline of Manchester United players rather than scoring goals.
“Gagging-.”
“Hmm. Was it shallow…”
Leo Daywalker, who was wandering around the Lord Jesus to mark the Lord Jesus, was hit in the Tathagata kidney and fell to his knees on the ground.
Luis Garcia’s pass was passing by him, but the Lord Jesus did not care.
No, he couldn’t care less because he was beating up Rio Day Walker.
“Jesus, what are you doing, you idiot!”
But that didn’t matter to Luis Garcia. The sight of Jesus throwing a kill pass into the air was enough to make Luis Garcia explode.
“Don’t bark. Luis Garcia. It looks weak.”
The Lord Jesus put on his most chic expression and put his index finger to his lips again.
“Stop fucking with me, you son of a bitch!”
However, unlike Valverde, it had no effect at all on Luis Garcia, who had no anger management system.
“Hey. “Now is your chance when that son of a bitch can’t concentrate on the game.”
“Then, we will need a sacrifice to attract Jesus’ attention.”
Unfortunately for Real Madrid, Luis Garcia’s shouting played a decisive role in helping Manchester United players discover the truth.
“Damn… I am the youngest and strongest, so I will make the sacrifice. “I got hit with one earlier, and it looks like the old leaders will score even if they just pass by.”
“… Federico, I will not forget your sacrifice.”
Manchester United grasped the truth and quickly came up with a solution, selecting a living sacrifice to offer to the Lord Jesus.
“Hey! Jesus you idiot! Let’s compare your fist and my fist to see who is stronger!”
“Hoo?”
Federico Fernández, who voluntarily became a sacrifice, successfully caught the attention of the Lord Jesus.
Manchester United succeeded in breaking down Real Madrid’s defense by utilizing Eric Corvino’s quick feet.
“Evil Empire?! Fuck you! From now on, Manchester United rules Europe!”
Although there was a sacrifice from a teammate, they were able to successfully score the sweet fruit of the first goal.
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“Huh… “This is Manchester United, who were said to be the worst of the big clubs?”
I was purely amazed as I watched Manchester United striker Eric Whatsigi run to the corner flag and celebrate. He was so impressed that he even forgot that the Manchester United defender had collapsed and was writhing beneath his feet.
Was it last season? Is this the end of the season? I don’t remember exactly, but it was on a different level from Manchester United when we met in the Champions League final.
“You’ve become mentally stronger.”
At that time, if I got hit like this, my mentality would have been shattered. Oh, is it not that I have become mentally stronger, but that my tenacity has increased?
“Heh.”
While I was quietly babbling to myself, I heard a snorting sound in my ear.
I turned my head in the direction the sound came from. Eric was there, looking at me and smiling.
“Under. Look at that bastard.”
I looked at Eric and smiled coldly.
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[There is a war of nerves between Eric Corvino and Jejus.]
[Ah, that kind of behavior is not good. I am concerned that the nose hairs of a sleeping lion may have been plucked.]
[Fortunately, the referee stops the war of nerves between the two players.]
[Jejus with a stern expression is caught on the broadcast camera. If I were Manchester United manager, I might have strongly scolded Eric Corvino.]
[Haha, what a provocation against the god of soccer. Aren’t you very confident? He is a player whose future is even more anticipated.]
[Yes, anyway, if Manchester United ends the first half like this, it will be a very pleasant halftime… Oh my gosh. What is this?]
[Goooool!! It’s a goal! Jesus responds immediately to Eric Corvino’s provocation! After hitting the net with a fantastic mid-range shot, he looks at Eric Corvino and shrugs! It’s as if they’re saying you can’t do this, you brat.]
[Jesus instantly returns the balance to its original state. Eric Corvino awakens the devil from his sleep!
[Oh! As soon as Manchester United kicks off, the referee blows his whistle, signaling the end of the first half. If so, we will return in the second half.]
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Sloshing-!
The net is shaking. The crowd at Old Trafford all stands up and starts singing in joy.
“Glory! Glory, Man United!”
“As the reds go marching on! On! On!”
Real Madrid’s defense began to falter as soon as the second half started, and eventually in the 67th minute of the second half.
Manchester United was dealt a blow once again.
Eric Corvino, who succeeded in scoring, celebrates with the Manchester United crowd
I looked at the defenders who lowered their heads and carefully shook my head.
The game was definitely difficult because the defense was shaky.
“Cheer up, you idiots. Make an effort! If you work hard, the universe will help you!”
Nevertheless, I gently comforted the defenders.
“Shut up you son of a bitch! You too, help me defend!”
The defenders, impressed by the excellent leadership of the next captain, instantly gained energy.
“Ah-! I can’t hear, I can’t hear! That’s not a striker’s job!”
I couldn’t muster up the courage to do anything, so I ran to the halfway line, covering my ears to Sergio Pepe’s nagging comments.
By the way, now that the Korean national team has reached a certain level, club teams are all the rage.
“It’s nice to be reminded of the old days after a long time.”
Of course, my mentality didn’t really shake to this extent. The years I went through felt like hell for that to happen.
Anyway.
The game resumed with Real Madrid kicking off. Luis Garcia and Luka Savic try to create chances by passing the ball back and forth.
It didn’t seem easy to break through Manchester United, who were gaining momentum.
Okay. It didn’t seem easy. It wasn’t impossible.
Luka Savic’s pass was headed my way.
I dropped the ball without catching it.
The ball went straight to Leo Lopez.
Manchester United’s focus was lost due to Leo Lopez breaking through the defensive line and penetrating into the backspace.
“Don’t chase after me! Jesus! Mark Jejus!”
Manchester United’s goalkeeper checked my location and warned the defenders.
It’s already too late.
I received a pass from Leo Lopez and entered the penalty box.
In a narrow space, he shows off his skills by avoiding tackles from Manchester United players.
I hit a light shot and shook the goal.
The moment when a shot that stole the goalkeeper’s timing splits the net.
I immediately turned around and tried to run to the place where Eric Something was celebrating.
“Let go! Let go! The swearers are calling me!”
“Shit! Why is it so powerful! Sergio, you too!”
But unfortunately, Vladimir Rajovic was on the field.
Shit. Vlady guy. I thought it had lost a lot of presence these days.
How can you reveal your presence like this?
I promised myself that I would get revenge on Vladimir Rajovic within this game.
That revenge could not be achieved. After Valverde replaced me, who had scored, he stopped the bus at Old Trafford.
No, why? I don’t even have a single card yet.
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Game over.
Real Madrid 2:2 Manchester United.
[A shocking result, Real Madrid drew with Manchester United. Was the fall of the empire predicted long ago?]
[Valverde, who substituted Jejus out early, ‘It was an extreme response to prevent Jejus from being sent off.’]
[The Lord Jesus leaving a good message to Eric Corvino. ‘He is a good player. We plan to provide some training at Santiago Bernabeu so that we can develop further.’]
