Chapter 250 – Side Story 84: The God of Soccer Returns to the Ground. -4
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“Vamos-!!”
After successfully scoring a point by punching, I ran to the front of the crowd and roared.
“Hala Madrid! Our goalkeeper can easily score about 100 goals a season!”
The crowd, who couldn’t see the score in detail, started cheering when they saw me roaring.
Haha! As expected, Jeju is the best!!”
It was heartbreaking to see the bright faces of the audience, but I had no choice but to teach Luis Garcia a lesson.
It was an appropriate punishment given because his arrogance had recently gone beyond the limit.
“Puta Madre what are you doing you son of a bitch!” “Give me back my assist!”
Ignoring Luis Garcia’s angry cries coming from behind me, I approached the referee who blew the whistle for a foul and expressed my frustration.
“Why is this a foul? Goalkeepers can use their hands in the penalty box!”
“The goalkeeper can use his hands only in his own penalty box.”
When the referee realized that I was not a goalkeeper, he calmly explained the rules and showed me mercy.
The moment I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched the referee walking away.
“Wow, they don’t give me this card.”
Outside the touchline, Valverde’s voice was heard as he prepared the goalkeeper.
‘That’s why I’m not giving you this. Is the referee my fan?’
I nodded and agreed with Valverde. And then he refused to sign for a replacement.
“Nooooo-!! Nooooo-!!”
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[Kiefer Joo Jesus refuses to sign coach Valverde’s replacement.]
[Have you done a good job blocking it so far? There doesn’t seem to be a need to risk the player’s resistance and replace him.]
└ Damn you cover this?
└ ㄹㅇㅋㅋ This is an action that brings down the authority of the director, so are you covering this up?
└ Of course, Korean Jesus… It’s so scary.
[Yes. Coach Valverde also seems to reflect the opinion of goalkeeper Joo Jesus.]
└ Everyone saw it, right? From now on, don’t criticize Valverde. He is poor Gaddong ㅠㅠ
└ I shout out to you again today. Foot Bodhisattva ㅠㅠ
[Oh! The moment I told you! The game restarts with a free kick for Granada! But the Lord Jesus does not return to the goalkeeper’s goal!]
└ ㅁㅊ;; What are you doing?
└ The goalkeeper is on the halfway line with the goal empty. ㅅㅂㅋㅋㅋ
[Granada goes on the attack! Knowing that Real Madrid’s goal is empty, they quickly attack!!]
[Andre Alonso catches the ball and throws a long killer pass forward! Real Madrid is in crisis!]
[Wow! Keeper Joo Jesus is one step ahead and succeeds in clearing the ball!]
[Oh! The ball wasn’t just kicked away! The ball, cleared by goalkeeper Joo Jesus, heads to Roberto Fabianski in the front!]
[Granada! Due to the hasty attack, the defensive balance has collapsed. It is a crisis!]
[Roberto Fabianski drops the ball with his chest and hits the shot!!]
[Goooool-!! Fantastic assist from goalkeeper Joo Jesus! Roberto Fabianski’s beautiful finish! Real Madrid succeeds in widening the score!!]
[Roberto Fabianski, who scored, runs to goalkeeper Joo Jesus and hugs him!]
[It is truly great to see the unwavering friendship between the two players.]
[Yes. By the way, it was absurd when Joo Jesus suddenly appeared as the goalkeeper. Following his fantastic save, he also recorded an assist.]
[If it’s a save, it’s a save, if it’s a pass, it’s a pass. She’s an all-rounder who can’t do anything! The Lord Jesus is the goalkeeper!]
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In the 85th minute of the second half, Jejus, the devil’s dribbler who had been sealed, finally awakened.
“Nice save!”
After easily catching Granada’s shot, I dropped the ball to the ground and started dribbling.
“Hey, you communist bastards! This is a dribble! If you don’t want to die, don’t stop me!”
“Hey, that crazy guy. It’s starting again.”
“What, what? Why is that guy acting like that all of a sudden?”
Not only the Real Madrid players but also the Granada players looked at me with puzzled expressions at the sudden rush of the goalkeeper.
“Take it! If you steal it, you score a point!!”
Among the Real Madrid and Granada players, it was Granada wearing the red uniform that came to their senses first. They rushed in relentlessly to somehow steal the ball.
‘That’s what dribbling is.’
But their wish did not come true.
“It’s romantic because it’s less efficient than passing. You ten generals!”
I easily passed the unknown Granada midfielder in front of me and started to accelerate.
“Jesus! Pass!”
Let me dribble the ball across the halfway line. Only then did Real Madrid’s teammates come to their senses and run like crazy towards the Granada camp.
“Jesus! I was intoxicated with romance!”
Even when my teammates asked me to pass, I insisted on dribbling. For Jejus, the devil of dribbling, there was no option to pass.
Passing is not romantic.
True romance was revealed in the process of competing with an opponent in a one-on-one match with honed skills.
“Jesus! “Dribble!”
Real Madrid’s players were just bait to attract the attention of romantic losers. A jobber had a job as a jobber.
“That crazy bastard, did he have a hole in his head? “Why are you doing that from earlier?”
In the middle, the poor guy Luis Garcia said he was being beaten, but I tolerated it for now.
‘Lewis, you fell behind in the next game.’
By the way.
“Shit! Block the pass first!”
“Check the location of Luis Garcia!”
Most of the Granada players were distracted by the infiltrating Real Madrid players.
“Huh… Has the romance disappeared?”
It was a pity. I didn’t feel any romanticism from them. The moment when disappointment settled in my heart.
I saw a young defender lowering his posture and looking only at me with burning eyes.
A line was drawn at the corner of my mouth at the sight of him being quite sober. When he saw my smile, he strangely cringed, but didn’t care. Wherever he went, this guy’s handsomeness was the reason.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
Before breaking through, I asked the guy’s name. I wanted to hear the name of this young general who gave me pleasant shivers and made me realize that romance was still alive.
“… Eric Jeter.”
The voice of a young enemy general was heard.
I nodded with a solemn expression.
“I will remember your end.”
Let me snap my fingers and give the player away. The center of gravity of the Granada defender who was blocking moved.
‘It’s a shame.’
His skills were excellent compared to other players of the same age, but his skills were not enough to stop me.
The guy’s foot stretched out toward the ball, and in that split second, I pulled the ball towards me and avoided the tackle.
Then he put the ball between his legs and started running again.
Snap-!
“Puta Madre! It fucking hurts!”
I felt a hand grabbing my uniform from behind, but a light wave of my hand was enough to shake it off.
Let’s slit the enemy’s head and stir up the Granada camp. The penalty box began to appear.
“Hala Madrid! No one! “You can’t stop Jejus!”
The murmur from the audience suddenly turned into cheers. Everyone in the stadium expected to score.
However, perhaps it is due to exhaustion. A mistake occurred while entering the penalty box and beating the goalkeeper.
While using a technique to beat the goalkeeper, the last touch on the ball didn’t go as expected and the ball bounced farther than I expected.
In the end, the ball ended up in the arms of the Granada goalkeeper.
That moment. My dormant trauma was stimulated.
‘Oh, no! If I concede points like this, I’m a traitor!’
The dark history of the past came to mind. It was a game in which the Korean national team was frustrated with not being able to score, so they tried to drive the ball, but lost the game after conceding a goal.
“The best defense is offense!”
I, a man of brilliant intelligence, barely managed to maintain my senses and kicked the Granada goalkeeper. It was a clean and beautiful low kick.
“Ahh!”
The Granada goalkeeper fell to the ground due to a well-placed low kick. While my teammates protected me from the excited Granada players.
The referee came up and handed me a card.
“Phew. “I made a good save.”
Fortunately, we were able to prevent the loss with just one card. My good decision saved Real Madrid from defeat.
I left the stadium with a satisfied expression, wiping the sweat from my forehead.
It was an exit.
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[Title: Fuck it’s funny haha]
(Jesus performs a low kick and wipes his forehead with a proud smile. Jpg)
Wiping your forehead with a proud smile because you did something well? LOL
(Valverde grabs the back of his neck. Jpg)
Ah haha I can hear Valverde’s blood pressure rising from here haha
└ A fucking physical attack goalkeeper.
└ Haha
└ ㄹㅇ Valverde ㅈㄴ I feel sorry for him haha
└ What a pity. How much money do you get? And if you’re having a hard time, shouldn’t you just retire? You must have made a lot of money.
└ Ah haha, this kid is not a Real Madrid fan.
└ ?: Soshin, you’re too old. Since I have become obsolete, I will retire now.
└ !!!: I will not allow it.
└ ?: In that case, just forcefully break his chains!
└ !!!: If that bastard retires, I too will retire.
└ Ah haha, sober bastard abuses the elderly haha
└ ㄹㅇ ㅋㅋ I was drunk and came to the sabbatical year.
└ ㅆㅂㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ What is it? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Meanwhile, Yoo Young-beom also lost the ball while dribbling and conceded a point. What day is today?
└ The Great Patriotic War…
└ The soul of Kim Byeong-jeol flows through the soul of the Korean goalkeeper.
└ Ah haha I can’t stand dribbling haha
└ Okay, is this proven? Is Danju the No. 1 goalkeeper in Korea?
└ Gukgolwontap ㄷㄷ;;
└ It’s a name that sounds like something old people would get together to play chess.
