Chapter 31 – La Decimoquinta -6
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After the match against Real Betis and a brief recovery session. We immediately boarded a flight to London and arrived in London.
The team had a simple meal at a London hotel booked by the club.
“After all, the food is Spanish.”
“Oh. I don’t think I’ll ever live in England, no matter how much money I pay.”
“There was a reason Azar came to Spain and gained weight.”
After a good night’s sleep,
“Booooo! What a reverse driving restaurant?
“If I see you, I will kill you!!!!”
“Arsenal! Arsenal! Arsenal!”
We went to the Emirates Stadium. Arsenal home fans enthusiastically cheered when Los Blancos appeared on the pitch.
I waved to them to thank them.
“Booooo! You dirty monkey, eat this!”
Then, bananas and beer were brought.
Arsenal fans thank you. I was in vain
I blew them a punch and picked up a banana and beer to consume.
“Oh. Alcohol. It’ll wet my veins FUCK YEAH!!”
Did my stomach churn at that kind of appearance?
This time, empty bottles began to arrive.
Fuck the kid throw something to eat
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After drinking beer, the tension went up strangely.
Warm up lightly before the game to match the increased tension.
Let’s sing humming songs.
“It’s dyed red, red~”
Sergio Pepe approached cautiously.
“Jeju, are you drunk?”
“No! How can you get drunk on ten beers?”
Hearing my answer, Pepe looked serious and talked to Valverde.
After the conversation, Pepe came to me and let out a lamentation.
“Puta! This guy is an alcoholic scum, Jejus! It’s the coach’s order. No need to defend, just score goals.”
“Yes! Sirheheh”
By the way, Sergio, your hair is starting to fall off.
Hehe. Glitter. Grow your hair!
Uh? I mean, why is Sergio’s expression hardened?
Strange
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Champions League semi-final first leg.
Arsenal 0:0 Real Madrid
Luka Savic looked at Jesus Ju in the center circle waiting for the referee’s whistle to start the game with a worried expression.
“Is Jejus good?”
To Luka Savic’s words, Luis Garcia replied bluntly.
“Does that look okay to you? You said Pepe would grow a shiny bald head.”
“But why doesn’t the coach take out Jejus?”
“I guess it’s because they’ll get scolded if they lose. First of all, let’s not pass to Jeju’s side as much as possible.”
The promise of the two of them.
First half 10 minutes
In Real Madrid’s corner kick situation, let’s shake Arsenal’s goal by kicking the second ball non-stop as Joo Jesus passed to him. Disappeared without a trace.
“Luka”
“Yes?”
“I personally think drunk Jeju is better? At least you don’t have to worry about water rockets.”
After earnestly kicking Luis Garcia’s pass high into the sky, Luca raised his hand and shouted that it was a mistake, recalling the Lord Jesus.
“Gaaaaagh-! Bald head! Don’t stop my ceremony!”
Just as the silence between the two grew longer, Sergio Pepe caught my eye as he was blocking Jesus Ju, who was about to perform a reverse-running ceremony toward Arsenal’s home fans. Luka muttered quietly.
“Pepe must be having a hard time today.”
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Arsenal fall behind with my opening goal. Showing his determination not to lose at home, he pulled up the line and started pounding Real Madrid’s goal.
Then, the ball that Vlady cut off came flowing to me. I twisted my body like a twist and attempted a pass toward the space in front of Iker Bravo, who infiltrated the opposing camp.
Surprisingly, this bizarre pass went right into the space in front of Iker Bravo. Iker Bravo managed to score by easily fooling the keeper in a 1:1 match with the keeper.
Iker Bravo runs towards me as soon as I score.
“Vamos!!! It was a crazy pass, Jejus!!!”
HeheI know! I’m a genius! I’m a football god!”
Let Iker Bravo score with my bizarre pass. Emirates Stadium in shock. My cheering song, heard softly in that silent space, somehow made me feel good.
“Dios del Madrid (God of Madrid) Jesus!!”
“God bless Madrid to the glory of La Decimoquinta!”
I looked at them and whispered quietly.
“Bibidi Bobidi Boo!”
I will make your wishes come true!
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[Oh my gosh, an incredible pass came out!]
[Jeju’s unexpected pass made all of Arsenal’s defenders harden. And it’s not Iker Bravo who will miss this one-on-one chance. It shakes the net neatly.]
[The relay camera catches Jejus, who made the assist, not Iker Bravo, who scored.]
[Jejus laughing and celebrating with his colleagues, his cheering song is resonating in the silence of the Emirates Stadium.]
[Jeju looked at the away fans and murmured softly. What do you mean?]
[Bibidi bobbidi boo? I guess that’s what it says. It’s a word I haven’t heard in a really long time. I will make the wishes of Real Madrid fans come true. It seems to mean that.]
[Real Madrid running towards La Decimoquinta (fifteenth championship) as the fans of Real Madrid wished. It’s less than 25 minutes into the game, but in an instant, Real Madrid is ahead by 2 goals!]
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Is it because there is alcohol in the blood?
Oddly enough, the game was easy.
Even if you just break through in a straight line. The defenders couldn’t stop it and arrived safely in the penalty area.
Scored by pushing the goal between the tense goalkeeper’s crotch. Score 3:0
I don’t know why, when the ball reached me after right full-back Rafael Obrador cut it off. I felt where Bruno would be, and let’s make a one-touch pass to the area. Bruno, who was really positioned there, took my pass and calmly pushed it into the opponent’s goal.
When the score was 4:0 only in the first half, I, who became Ju Jesus, not Jeju, urged the Real Madrid players who were about to be released.
“Vamos!!! Don’t let go!! Kill those bastards! Let’s trample on the Real Madrid emblem so they won’t even look at it again!!!”
To my remarks.
Mother Madridista. Cried Sergio Pepe through tears.
“Vamos!! Hala Madrid!!!”
Awakened Sergio Pepe soaked Arsenal’s number 9 and sent a long pass to my position.
Arsenal’s center back King Ugo looks nervous when he gets the ball with a soft tofu touch.
Every time my feet move. Laughter burst out as he flinched.
“It’s okay.”
King Ugo’s expression hardened, not realizing that my laughter was a provocation against him.
Dadat – Tak.
I lightly passed King Ugo, who had a serious face, using a flip flap, but the feverish King Ugo pulled my arm from behind and knocked me to the ground.
Beep-
The referee, watching the scene from the royal seat, handed a yellow card to King Ugo.
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[The referee is handing a yellow card to King Ugo. In fact, even if a red card was given, there was nothing to say.]
[Player Jesus Joo is looking at you with a very puzzled expression.]
[I think Joo Jesus will be the kicker, right?]
[Real Madrid has a lot of good kickers, Luis Garcia, Luka Savic, Iker Bravo, Bruno Iglesias, defenders, but sometimes Sergio Pepe handles them. However, among them, the best kicking power is Joo Jesus, Real Madrid players said in an interview.]
[Yes, the main Jesus player preparing for the free kick. Wait for the referee’s signal, and hit it!]
[Jesus Joo’s shooting is oh oh oh! As the ball bends, go oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh !!! Joo Jesus’ shot grazed the goalkeeper’s glove!!!]
[Joo-Jesus player who scores the 9th goal in the Champions League! What more can anyone ask this player to prove! He is proving his class in the Champions League!]
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The free kick is successful and the referee concedes the goal. The image of a crying Arsenal female fan was reflected on the screen.
To celebrate, I approached the corner flag camera where the Madrid fans were located and put my hand over my mouth and smiled.
“Why so serious? It’s a fun soccer game, so you should laughhehe.”
I could hear the fans cheering for Madrid away behind my back as I smiled.
“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!”
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[Title: Why is Real Madrid an evil empire and Lord Jesus like the devil in my eyes?]
I’m a Madridista, I’m rooting for Arsenal right now? Is this normal?
└ It was Satan, not God.
└ The score is 5:0 only in the first half. Please stop losing now.
└ Lord Jesus, why are you so upset? Why are you running so hard? A madman ran 5km in the first half only;;
└? Isn’t that the average player average?
└Information: Joo Jesus runs 4~5KM in one game.
└ That’s right, a local Arsenal fan threw beer and bananas while making racist remarks
└ Why are you provoking a mad dog!
└ By the way, Jesus-type sincerity mode is strong
└ Actually, it was Jesus, not Jeju.
