Chapter 46 – El Clasico -1
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Let me interview you Yusupa Mukoko’s Prime Minister was justified. Many people, including Dusik hyung, gave me curious glances.
“Hey. Are you the Lord Jesus I know?”
“What is he saying now.”
“No. Because I never dreamed you would do an interview like that.”
“Did I really say what I thought? Seriously, how do you equate winning the Champions League with winning the World Cup? I don’t understand. Objectively, this time Yusupa Mukoko should win the Ballon d’Or.”
Anyway, so. The Ballon d’Or award went to Yusupha Mukoko. I started healing by going back to my home and watching Scorei and Yuna.
Getting married, having children, and being a father.
It was something special that I had never experienced in all of my past lives.
“Got it~ Dad! Try it, Dad!”
During the past 200 years of soccer life. I never gave up on winning the World Cup, and I really worked hard to stop the regression.
I ran like that, though. The area I reached was only the round of 16. Even that was wiped out after meeting Brazil in the round of 16. Brazil These bastards beat us and went up and fell in the quarterfinals.
“Aaaaang-!”
I gave up everything like that and met Yuna in the episode that just went out on my own and found out the conditions for mitigating the mission. Suddenly, he became the father of a child.
“Hing- Jesus, why did the score ring again?”
Yuna’s cute face distorted at the sound of Jeokki’s cry. Seeing Yuna carefully hugging her crying daughter to soothe her score made her feel at ease.
I went behind her who was soothing her and hugged her waist. Let’s put her nose on the nape of her neck and smell the flesh.
It reminded me of the past when I lived fiercely to win the World Cup. I felt her gratitude to her for letting me look around her.
“It’s Jesus. Our scorer says he wants a younger brother?”
Unaware of her score, Yuna turned her head and kissed her on the lips. I hugged Yuna and went into her bedroom.
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Ahead of the El Clasico, a new post was posted on Joo Jesus’ SNS. Many people wondered if they had been hacked.
@Lord_Jesus_9 Official ★
I respect Barcelona, my home team that is changing. Even if I score in this El Clasico, I will not show off a celebration in front of them.
└ Is it a hack?
└ Either it’s hacking or Jesus is sick.
└ It seems that Jeju’s account has been hacked.
But really surprisingly. When it was revealed that the post was written and posted by the real Lord Jesus.
Various reactions began to appear on the Internet.
[La Liga fans. ‘That is not Jejus. Wearing the mask of Jejus. It’s an alien!’]
[An elderly Madridista who lives next door in Jeju’s. ‘I expected Jejus to mock Barcelona after scoring at Camp Nou. It’s a shame. Still, I’m happy that I’ll get fewer cards in the future and see more of God’s games on the pitch.’]
[Anonymous Real Madrid captain. ‘Jeju became a kkondae at some point.’]
[Anonymous Real Madrid midfielder. ‘Younger kid than me. When I was young, I wanted to beat up when I was saying blah blah blah.’]
[Luka Savic towards the unnamed Real Madrid midfielder. ‘I think you’ll lose if you fight Jeju’s?’]
[Real Madrid youngster Jesus Gonzalez. ‘Jeju is a good person. He generously passes on his experiences to us.’]
[Real Madrid midfielder, who requested anonymity. ‘Everyone is being fooled by Jejus right now. Why do you think he won’t mock Barcelona?’]
[Barcelona fans lash out at Luis Garcia: ‘Shut up, you big pig.’]
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Let the bus arrive in Barcelona. I saw Barcelona fans terrorizing the bus with Madrid players on board. I nodded and looked at them.
[Disgusting Jejus! We don’t trust you!]
Was the interview still effective? The percentage of my swearing has decreased. That was the intensity of the insults that normal Madrid players receive.
Looking at Luis Garcia taking my reduced share of profanity. It has been proven that Luis is currently the most hated player by Barcelona fans.
Even when I come out to the ground before the game and lightly warm up. Rather than swearing at me, swearing toward Louis came out.
“Booooo-! Dirty Piglet Lewis!”
Luis Garcia snorts at the booing Barcelona fans and digs his ears with his middle finger.
I looked at him and shook his head.
Whew. It’s because my personality is rotten anyway.
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[Title: Barcelona Intuition Came. ㅁㅋㅋ?]
And. I’m tired of booing.
In particular, swearing at this bastard Luis Garcia is flying haha
Still, it’s admirable to see that the mentality isn’t shaken.
(The Jesus type shaking his head at Luis Garcia’s personality.)
Luis Garcia with personality that even Jesus shakes his head.
└ Luis Garcia Wasn’t he originally known for his good personality in La Liga?
└ It’s about when. When did you meet Jesus and fall?
└ Satan Jesus who corrupts King Inseong
└ Oh. The game started Came to see the game.
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With the referee’s whistle.
El Clasico has begun.
The match started with Barcelona’s line-up.
The Barcelona striker shot me on social media and passed the pass to Javier Marias, who moved to Barcelona.
I’ll let Javier Marias catch the ball. He happily waved his hand and said hello. But he didn’t receive my greeting.
Feeling disappointed at such a cold attitude, I approached Javier Marias who was trying to dribble instead of saying hello. After taking out only the ball accurately with a tackle. Passed Luis Garcia and shook his hand.
“Hola! Long time no see!”
“…”
Ohhh? Why. You look at me with those eyes.
What did I do wrong
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[Although Barcelona is taking possession. It was Real Madrid that had the decisive chance.]
[Jeju’s tackle was the starting point. Let the ball go to Javier Marias. After Jesus appeared and intercepted the ball. I sent a through pass to Roberto Fabianski, who just penetrated.]
[Although Roberto Fabianski calmly fired the shot. The chance was destroyed by the goalkeeper’s super save.]
Chew-!
[Ah. Again, Jejus cut a pass to Javier Marias. Jeju’s! As soon as he cuts the pass, he gets up in an instant and starts running to the opposing camp.]
Beep-!
[Javier Marias cut off Real Madrid’s counterattack with a foul by pulling Jeju’s uniform.]
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[Luca Savic prepares a free kick from a distance. Javier Marias, who just blocked Joo’s counterattack, is caught on the relay camera.]
[I blocked the best counterattack opportunity by pulling on my uniform, right? I could have given a yellow card, but it’s a pity.]
[Luca Savich! Upload it!.]
[Go oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!!! Lord Jesus! Lord Jesus! Lord Jesus! A player! Successfully scored!!!!!!]
[Luca Savicz’s cross landed right on the forehead of Joo Jesus. Only by turning the direction exquisitely, he succeeds in scoring. ]
[It’s because Joo Jesus didn’t do headers because his head was getting bad. Joo Jesus has a very accurate header, right?]
[Yes. Last season, Joo Jesus surprisingly recorded a single-digit header competition.]
[ El Clasico held at Camp Nou! If not, he is a man who is good at everything. Joo Jesus presents a valuable header goal to Real Madrid!]
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I succeeded in scoring by only changing the direction with a header at Luka Savic’s cross. He raised his arms and showed respect for the Barcelona fans.
Luis Garcia had a dumbfounded expression on his face.
Some of the Barcelona fans applauded me for respecting them.
“Jejus! Are you betraying me!”
Luis Garcia, who saw that I was being respected by his own team, looked at me with the eyes of Cheolcheon’s opponent at that moment. I headed into the center circle unresponsive to Luis Garcia’s bullshit.
Shuk-Dabong!
I accidentally met the referee’s eyes. Let him give me a thumbs up. I nodded.
El Clasico, which was supposed to proceed smoothly and peacefully.
From a corner kick for Barcelona. Javier Marias finished the ball flying at him with a non-stop volley. Let’s show off the reverse running celebration towards the Real Madrid away table.
“Booooo! You have no respect for your own team, you bastard!!!”
It started burning.
Sergio Pepe, enraged by Javier Marias’ celebration, ran to Javier Marias in an instant and pushed Javier Marias away.
Let the Barcelona players get excited and push Sergio Pepe. The Real Madrid players also pushed the Barcelona players wildly to protect Pepe.
On the ground that became chaos in an instant.
I slapped the Barcelona captain in the back without anyone noticing.
Poo-!
“Puta! What an asshole!!”
I pointed my finger at Luis Garcia at the Barcelona captain, who was looking around with a lively look.
It’s him not me
