Chapter 269 – Side Story 103: Leader World Cup -8
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After the quarterfinals match against the Korean national team was concluded, the Italian national team was confident of victory until the game started.
“Korea beat France 4vs1? Hey, I guess I’m lucky. Or the French defense was a bastard.”
That’s right, the Asian teams in the memories of the Italian national team were half-baked teams that couldn’t show off their skills because they were too intimidated even if they showed up rough and physical.
“If Koreans get hit with an elbow like other Asians, don’t they sit down on the ground and look for their mothers?”
The Italian national team, who only had memories of facing such Asian teams, naturally took the Korean national team lightly.
“Jesus? No matter how much Jejus is, he can’t break through catenaccio, right? “He couldn’t prove it in Serie A in the first place, right?”
“That’s right, because we play in a weak league like La Liga. That kind of scoring pace is possible. “If I had played in Serie A as a weak Asian, I would have been out for the season long ago due to injury.”
“Champions League? That was a tournament bought by Real Madrid! “Grades cannot be recognized in competitions like that!”
Those who had already abandoned rational judgment also intentionally attacked the Lord Jesus.
“That’s right! I definitely got beat up by that son of a bitch, but the referee actually gave me a card!”
The memory of being blown away in the Champions League was an unfair defeat due to the referee’s biased decision.
“Semi-finals! Semifinals! Semifinals!”
“Forza Italy Sempre!!”
“Make Italy great again!”
While the atmosphere of belittling the Korean national team and Jesus Christ was widespread, Paulo Nesta secretly sighed as he looked at the Italian national team players.
‘The team that finished second in the previous competition and advanced to the semifinals in the previous competition is weak…’
So, what does it mean to Italy, which did not even advance to the World Cup?
Paulo Nesta felt frustrated.
Nesta let out a long sigh and looked around for the director. The coach wanted to set the mood in the locker room.
“… Hehe, I am the best coach in Italy. Maybe I’ll become the best coach in the world soon.”
But unfortunately for the Italian national team, their coach was also addicted to the sweetness of the media.
Even though he was only 43 years old, his young age was poisonous.
“… Isn’t everyone too careless? The opponent is a strong team that finished second in the World Cup in the previous tournament, reached the semifinals in the last tournament, and advanced to the quarterfinals in this tournament.”
In the end, Paulo Nesta, who could not see what was happening, had a stern expression on his face and asked the national team players not to let down their guard and to do their best.
“No way! They all bought it!? Even the runner-up event was held in their own country! “They must have bribed the referee like they did in 2002!”
Their brains had already lost their taste and could not hear the voice of the heretic.
“Then what about the semifinals of the Iberia World Cup?”
Paulo Nesta continued to protest against such colleagues.
“Tsk tsk. Paulo! Are you scared? “It’s pathetic.”
Did they say that if you can’t refute the message, attack the messenger?
The Italian national team players, unable to refute the message, sent ridicule and contempt toward the messenger, Paulo Nesta.
“If you don’t have confidence, get out! “I can beat those yellow monkeys without you!”
“Haha, no matter what, don’t make racist remarks.”
“…”
I lost.
Paulo Nesta closed his eyes and foresaw defeat.
[Aaaaah-! I went in! Lord Jesus’ fantastic UFO shot! The goal was scored less than a minute after the game started!!]
[If we do this well, we will be able to break the dishonorable record of conceding goals in the shortest time held by Korea!!]
His premonition became reality.
***
Just before the start of the match between Korea and Italy.
When I checked the Italian national team’s starting list, I had a strange feeling.
“Huh? “Why don’t I have my toys?”
Paulo Nesta was missing from the starting list.
“Seeing as he’s on the replacement list, it’s not an injury, right? “What is it?”
Has Italy prepared any special tactics?
“Good Luck”
Those doubts of mine turned into feelings of disappointment as soon as I entered the ground.
‘These bastards are ignoring us?’
This is because anyone could see at a glance that the Italian national team’s relaxed attitude meant that they were ignoring Korea, or even me.
‘These old bastards…’
My anger rose up for a moment, but I took a deep breath and calmed my mind.
“Huh, yes, it’s better if you let your guard down. I’ll go up comfortably.”
Although it felt bad, Italy’s carelessness was not a bad thing for the Korean national team.
I was lucky enough to meet Italy, a relatively weak team, but on top of that, I let my guard down?
“Useup… “What is it?”
Why has the world suddenly become kinder to me?
Can you give it to me like this?
“Well, if it has regressed to this level, isn’t it time to help?”
To be honest, even an idiot from Austria would have succeeded in conquering the world if he had returned to my level.
“Fuck you, world.”
Once again, while I was blaming the world.
Beep-!
The referee blew the whistle to start the game.
“Return!”
I, who won the coin toss and took the lead, pushed the ball to Jooyun as soon as the whistle sounded and then took it right back.
When I got the ball back, a defensive midfielder put pressure on me.
“Che cazzo!”
I spun around and easily took off the pressure.
Trying to stop me with just one person was a serious provocation towards me.
“Go! The Lord Jesus’ special buggy ride!!”
So, in response to Italy’s provocation, I suddenly swung my right foot.
It was a shot with the meaning of hitting any Italian player in front of you and going after them.
Sloshing-!
But somehow.
The surprise shot near the center circle seemed to go outside the goal line, but then curved inward and hit the net.
It was a crazy trajectory, reminiscent of Roberto Carlos’ UFO free kick.
“What is it? Is the energy of the entire universe really pouring into me?” .”
The sight of the Italian goalkeeper with a blank expression caught my eye, and I tried to maintain a calm expression and spread my arms in celebration.
And after a while.
“Waaaaa-!!!”
The once silent stadium was filled with cheers.
***
20 minutes in the first half.
South Korea 1:0 Italy.
[The atmosphere in Italy is quite chaotic, isn’t it? If this trend continues, Korea could score an additional goal within a short period of time!]
[Yes, that’s right. Is it possible for the Italian players to look embarrassed by the strong pressure from Korea? Ah! As I said, Italy’s pass was missed! Junazareth successfully blocks it!]
[South Korea’s counterattack! Does Lord Nazareth go directly to the Lord Jesus, does the Lord Jesus go directly?]
[The Italian players quickly cling to the Lord Jesus and put pressure on him! Oh! While Joo Jesus is attracting the attention of the Italian players, Ko Seok-jun begins to run quickly!]
[Lord Jesus! I saw Go Seok-jun! The decisive pass of the Lord Jesus! Are you hitting on Go Seok-jun!? Shooooo!]
[Goooool-!! Another goal! Additional goal for Korea!! A pass following Jesus’ dribble break! And Go Seok-jun’s finish! Korea is starting to crush Italy’s famously hard catenaccio with giant guns!]
[Hey, Go Seok-jun! He very calmly hit it into the corner of the goal opposite the goalkeeper!]
[If this goes on, it looks like it will be a multi-score game, unlike expected!]
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39th minute of the first half.
South Korea 4:0 Italy.
Italy, which conceded 4 goals in the first half alone, was mentally broken, and team spirit and sportsmanship became the story of distant neighbors.
“Don’t drag the ball while dribbling! Buy as much as you can! “Don’t get injured!”
Due to Italy’s rough play, the Korean national team began to play passively to prevent injuries.
“If you think it’s dangerous, send it to me! “I’ll solve it!”
Except me, of course.
I wasn’t at all intimidated by Italy’s rough play.
Elbow?
Just avoid it.
“Slow.”
I lightly dodged the swung elbow and then strongly stepped on his foot.
Boom!
“Ah, this is the reign of Jesus.”
“Kwaaaaa-!!
The guy whose foot was stepped on falls to the ground screaming.
“Figlio di puttana!! (You son of a bitch!!)”
Excited Italian players ran up to me and pushed my shoulders.
“Mecagar en su puta madre! (Pad lip)”
Junazareth, whose head had turned, ran over and knocked away the guy who had pushed my shoulder.
No matter how crazy it is, if you swear at Italian kids in Spanish… Well, I’ll try to roughly understand it. Because Italian and Spanish share about 80% of the same words.
“Calm down, kid.”
Anyway, I calmed down the excited Junazareth by pulling her by the neck. After this game ends, the yellow card will be reset. So, it was okay to get a yellow card, but I wasn’t sent off.
Bibibbibibig-!
While I was calming down Junazareth, the referee came running and blew the whistle and dropped the players.
I politely handed out yellow cards to the guy who caused the commotion, me who swung my elbow (the guy who stepped on my foot), the two Italian players who pushed my shoulder, and Junazareth who slapped me.
The Italian players tried to protest against the referee’s decision.
“I will tell you clearly, your play has been too rough so far, and you are the cause of this commotion.”
The referee glared at them with stern eyes. The Italian players were furious and had to let go of their anger.
“Huh… It fucking hurts.”
And the guy who was attacked by Jesus was taken off the field on a stretcher, crying because his foot was stepped on.
“Jesus!”
I was called by coach James Cook and moved near the touch line.
In an instant, he looked 10 years older and said, “Jesus.” I couldn’t help but nod at the pitiful appearance of coach James Cook, who said, “Don’t just get ejected, the ejection penalty will still be applied.”
Hmm. Survive the remaining 45 minutes with one yellow card.
“And. “Is the difficulty level too tough?”
Isn’t this almost as difficult as winning the World Cup with Korea?
