Chapter 27 – La Decimoquinta -2
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The match starts with Real Madrid’s line-up.
Liverpool’s trademark forward press came quickly. Although it has become a trend now and most teams try to press forward.
Liverpool’s forward pressing was a bit of a novelty.
Even if you knock it over. When I come to my senses, even if I crawl, they are blocking my feet.
Inwardly, I exclaimed in admiration at their frantic forward pressure.
Obviously, the EPL teams are tough.
Money was flowing into the EPL, and good players and managers settled in the EPL. To the extent that 8 victories in the past 16 years have come from EPL teams. The EPL is currently in its prime.
“Heh- Heh- Heh-“
I saw the opposing striker panting and running.
Really. I suddenly feel that I did well not to go to the EPL.
I almost went to Newcastle and played soccer.
I’m happy because it’s a La Liga where you can run and play with 30% of your energy. You can look down on everyone.
Anyway. While I’m thinking like that
Iron flip-
Little Chal General Charlie Stone approached before I knew it and launched a torso head-butt at me.
Beep-
Fuck. Is this the EPL? Is this Klopp’s forward pressure?
“Hey kid, are you studying in the league of sandals?
And Charlie Stone politely put his hands together in front of the referee and appealed that it was a mistake.
The referee gave a verbal warning to Charlie Stone.
It’s really exciting. Football is always new.
You mean they don’t even give you a card?
“Huhhhhh-“
Lying on the grass in a blown state, laughing. Sergio Pepe called the doctor with a serious expression.
“Damn it! Doctor! Jesus must have hurt his head!!”
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[Ah… Joo Jesus is down, I hope it’s not a big injury.]
└Charlie Stone, dog mad bastard, just fuck yourself up
└ It’s not called Little Chal for nothinghaha
[Joo Jesus shakes off his body and gets up. Luckily it wasn’t a serious injury! He is the main Jesus player who smiles brightly and waves at the busy Real Madrid bench in the sense that it is okay.]
└ The Jesus type is smiling. Well done Liverpool
└ What does that have to do with smiling Lord Jesus and going well in Liverpool?
└ Jesus hyung, if you smile, you can play soccer better ㅇㅇㄱㅇ
└ What kind of Ronaldinho is Lord Jesus?
“Dios del Madrid (God of Madrid) Jesus!!”
“God bless Madrid to the glory of La Decimoquinta!”
[Ah! The cheering song for Joo Jesus is resounding at the Santiago Bernabéu. It’s a cheering song that makes my heart grow whenever I listen to it.]
[We applaud as a token of gratitude for the support of Jesus Joo’s fans. Five. And this time, is Jesus Joo going to take the free kick himself!]
[The distance from the goal is more than I thought. Will Jesus Joo be able to score?]
[Joo Jesus player. It’s full! Uh…]
Quick-!!!
[Jesus Joo’s strong shot hit Charlie Stone’s head. Is Charlie Stone okay?]
[Ah. The referee pauses the game for a moment. From the Liverpool bench, the team doctor hurries to the ground.]
└ Lord Jesus crazy bastard! That’s intentional no matter who sees it. Why don’t you give me a card, you bastard referee!
└ Did Cobb come?
└ You didn’t even give me a card for Charlie’s foul before that.
└ It’s different from that, this is retaliation!
[Ah. Main player. It seems that he is worried about the collapsed Charlie Stone and asks if he is okay.]
└ Is that right to ask if it’s okay? Why do you say split?
[Luckily, Charlie Stone stands up. Charlie Stone hugging Jesus Christ.]
└ General Chal’s expression is brutal;;
└ Jesus hyung, I think I’ve become a hyung!!
[The match is played with a drop ball.]
[Charlie Stone kicks the ball into the Madrid camp.]
[Real Madrid v Liverpool match showing great sportsmanship.]
└ ?
└Good sportsmanship?
[Player Jesus Ju receiving the ball from Luka Savic.]
[Ah! Dangerous! Charlie Stone tackles Jesus Joo once again! What are you refereeing? A warning should be given to this kind of tackle!]
[Player Jesus Joo collapsed on the ground again due to a strong tackle. Ah! But Jesus Joo, who was fouled, is smiling?]
[Charlie Stone approaches the fallen Jesus Christ.]
└ Is that bastard laughing too?
└ Referee expression legendhaha
└Referee: What are these bastards? Why are you laughing
[Charlie Stone, smiling, hands Jesus Joo his arm to help him stand up.]
[The referee gives a verbal caution to Charlie Stone.]
└ Is this a shoe caution?
└ Are you a rookie referee?
└ ㅅㅋㅋ A newbie to a veteran referee ㅇㅋㅋㅋ
[Is that ground friendship? These are Joo Jesus and Charlie Stone, who are having a good conversation.]
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After the referee gave a verbal warning to Charlie Stone and left.
Charlie Stone and I continued our trash talk.
“Boy! The ground looks comfortable.”
“Ha. Old man, don’t show your teeth. Before I shove Sergio’s food between his gaping teeth.”
But we didn’t cross the line.
There was never any mention of family in our trash talk.
That’s how the trash talk continued.
Beep-! Beep-! Beep!
The first half ended with the referee’s whistle.
“I’ll see you in the second half. I’m sure you won’t run away in fear, will you?”
“Old man, you’d better come in a diaper for the second half.”
We say good things to each other. I left the ground and headed to the locker room.
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To motivate the players, Valverde said:
Current Santiago Bernabéu
Was showing on the screen.
“Reyes de Europa, we are the kings of Europe.”
“Exactly we were the kings of Europe! We haven’t been European champions in the last 15 years. Are we still kings of Europe?”
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid, ¡Hala madrid!
Y nada más, y nada más, ¡Hala madrid!
“Can you hear the fans craving for a championship right now?!”
“The fans are counting on us.”
“Break the heads of those fucking English eel-eating bastards and bring me the trophy!”
“Don’t give in, don’t fall down! There is no more defeat for you in Los Blancos uniforms!!!”
“Vamos!! Let’s go back!! To those days when we didn’t know defeat!! Hala Madrid!!!!”
“Hala Madrid!!!!”
Then, just in time Madridistas started singing the chorus of the cheering song.
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid, ¡Hala madrid!
Y nada más, y nada más, ¡Hala madrid!
“Madrid, Madrid, Madrid, ¡Hala madrid!”
“Y nada más, y nada más, ¡Hala madrid!”
The players also sang along with the chorus.
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The second half started with Liverpool’s kick-off.
Liverpool too. Did you get hit in the locker room like us? From the start, it started to run hard.
Cuckoo-!
Liverpool striker Harry Cannon’s shot, which had a golden opportunity, was blocked by Pepe.
Baka-!
Seeing the fallen Sergio Pepe, Luis hurriedly kicked the second ball that flew towards him with the touch line. Sergio Pepe yelled at Luis.
“Puta!! Why didn’t you counterattack!!!”
His figure is caught on the relay screen. Madridistas applauded their local boy’s fighting spirit.
“PEPE! Our eternal captain!!”
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23 minutes into the second half.
Upon receiving a pass from Luka Savic.
I looked around. Now these Liverpool pups are tired too.
Compared to the first half, the intensity of the pressure was relaxed.
But. You must be tired from running like that.
If you’re not tired, is that a person?
On the other hand, I, who entered a forced break from Liverpool’s offensive from the start of the second half, had some stamina left.
He lightly passed Charlie Stone, who was running towards him. A simple painting made me laugh out loud when I saw him collapse on his knees after his legs were loosened.
“Damn it!!!! You fucking kid!!!”
Hehe-“
I felt my senses getting clearer.
Let’s lightly beat Jude Bellingham who tried to press.
The guy grabbed the uniform and stretched it out.
Shake his hand and shake it off. Ran out
“Fuck!! Don’t rush into it!!”
I saw Marcel Breuer, who is called a monster defender, adjusting the defensive line.
Defeat one with upper body painting. Break through two defenses with La Croqueta.
The scene of Marcel Breuer making a sliding tackle caught my eye.
After lightly dodging a tackle with a drag bag. Let’s roll it towards the corner of the goal.
“No fucking way!!!”
The ball bent out of reach of the goalkeeper and shook the net.
I turned around and ran to the Real Madrid home fans and roared with uppercuts.
“¡Vamos!!!!!!!!!!”
The cheering song of the Madridistas, who were very excited about the Wonder Goal, was heard.
“Dios del Madrid (God of Madrid) Jesus!!”
“God bless Madrid to the glory of La Decimoquinta!”
“Madrid, Madrid, Madrid, ¡Hala madrid!”
“Y nada más, y nada más, ¡Hala madrid!”
And. Sergio Pepe, who ran at full speed from the center circle, crushed me and shouted.
“Vamos!! Let’s sing the glory of Madrid with Jesus!!”
Oh baby it’s damn heavy
