Chapter 47 – El Clasico -2
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45 minutes in the first half.
Real Madrid 1: 1 Barcelona.
Javier Marias’ fantastic volley followed by a reverse running ceremony stimulated the Madrid players.
Naturally, the game started to get rough.
“Booooo-! Pepe! A bald asshole who broke up with his girlfriend because of his bad breath!”
Barcelona home fans booed Sergio Pepe after he injured a Barcelona striker with a rough tackle.
Hehe”
Let me burst into laughter over the booing of the Barcelona crowd. Sergio Pepe glared at me in the face.
No, Barcelona home fans booed me, but why are they staring at me?
And if you stare, what will you do?
Eat this
(Fist potatoes)
Beep- Beep!
While I was punching Pepe without the referee’s knowledge.
The whistle blew to end the first half. Avoiding Sergio Pepe who is coming toward me with his face red. I hid among the Barcelona players and followed them into the locker room.
After a long time there, I exchanged greetings with director Jose Sierra.
“Huh? Jejus?”
“Hola, long time no see!”
“It’s been a while, though. Why are you in our team locker room?”
“I am lost.”
“… Bring some Jejus and come.”
“Si”
Through the friendly Barcelona staff. I was able to safely return to the away team’s locker room.
“Thank you Diego. You are kind too.”
“What. It was the director’s order.”
“Still. You didn’t complain.”
“If you’re really grateful, give me an autograph. My nephew is a fan of yours.”
“Si, I will do it now.”
After giving Diego his autograph and saying hello. Let’s go into the away team’s locker room. Coach Valverde, who enthusiastically gave instructions, caught my eye.
“Puta! Mark Barcelona number 10 properly!!”
While everyone was focusing on what the director was saying, I quietly went to my seat and closed my eyes and took a break.
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[With the referee’s whistle, the second half of El Clasico began. It was a smooth match for an El Clasico. Things changed after Javier Marias provoked his own team, Real Madrid, right?]
[Yes. As soon as he saw Javier Marias’ ceremony, Sergio Pepe ran and pushed Javier. Afterwards, players from both teams were excited and the bench cleared.]
[Although the players managed to calm down during the halftime break. The atmosphere of the Camp Nou crowd is still hot.]
[Louise Garcia’s long pass. Joo Jesus gently accepts it.]
Booooo-!
[As Joo Jesus catches the ball, Barcelona fans are booing. However. Irrespective of the Lord Jesus. Break through Barcelona’s defense! An exclusive chance with the goalkeeper! ]
Rocking-!
[Go oh oh oh oh oh! It is the Lord Jesus who calmly succeeds in finishing!]
[I penetrated softly and moodily and finished calmly. The Barcelona defenders are stunned while sitting down.]
“Booooo-!”
“You bastards, get out and search!!!”
[Ah. Angry Barcelona fans throw objects at the pitch.]
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After my second goal. Barcelona, whose hearts were broken, couldn’t wake up to Real Madrid’s attacks that continued.
Pew-!
After blocking my right-footed mid-range shot, Barcelona goalkeeper Dmitry Yashin shouted at his teammates in broken Spanish.
“You assholes! Don’t give me a shooting angle! Aren’t you going to come to your senses?!”
Barcelona, unable to come to their senses despite the goalkeeper’s shouts, continued to be beaten. The referee’s misjudgment brought her to a turning point.
Beep-!
“Puta! Why is this a penalty!”
Sergio Pepe, who was trying to launch a counterattack while laughing at the fallen Barcelona striker with Hollywood action despite light physical contact, continued protesting excitedly when the referee blew a whistle and declared a penalty.
“My grandmother, who has presbyopia, will watch the game better than you. He’s such a fucking bastard.”
“Oh yes. Get this Go home and tell her grandmother what happened today.”
Sergio Pepe, who had already received a yellow card for pushing Javier Marias in the first half, was issued an additional yellow card by the referee and was sent off from the match due to accumulated warnings.
“Hey sick bastard. Are you going to get kicked out for protesting that?”
“Isn’t the referee bastard who doesn’t see the VAR even though Puta’s fucking acting is idiotic?”
“Eh. Go in first I’ll win cleanly and go back.”
“Whoa… Hey take it.”
“… ? Why are you giving this to me?”
“Just tea. You are the most rational in our team right now. Louis, that bastard is also excited and has his eyes closed.”
Sergio Pepe gave me the captain’s armband out of the blue right before he left the pitch. I donned the captain’s armband and began encouraging my teammates.
“If you can’t stop it, you’re sick”
“… Go away”
“If I can’t block it, I can’t do it better than the opposing goalkeeper.”
“… I told you to turn it off.”
“From what I saw, it looks like it will kick to the left.”
“…”
Tair Noyer, encouraged by me, raises a large hand with his poisonous eyes. I keep my mouth shut got away from him
And then a penalty kick
Cuckoo-!
Rocking-!
“Puta! It’s the left!”
As I said, Tair Neuer, who jumped to the left, conceded and looked at me with a resentful look.
“… ? What are you talking about? You kicked it to the left.”
“… Did you mean by kicker standards?”
“I am a striker, so of course I would say it in terms of a kicker. What can I do to prevent a penalty kick?”
I shamelessly spit out lies to Tair Noyer, who gave me a resentful look. The naive German young man was taken aback by my words.
“Verdammt! (Shit!)”
Leaving the self-blaming Ter Noyer behind.
I have great leadership. Jejus revived the fighting spirit of the Real Madrid players who were about to be defeated.
“I can blame Sergio Pepe if I lose, so let’s be comfortable.”
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[After Sergio Pepe’s sending off, the flow of the game went over to Barcelona. Barcelona attack again.]
[Sergio Fabregas surprise mid-range shot! Ternoir punching! Barcelona’s corner kick is declared!]
[It was a great save with a great shot.]
[Regular time is over and 3 minutes of extra time are given.]
[Barcelona’s corner kick following. Sergio Fabregas is preparing again this time.]
[Jejus, who praised the talent of Sergio Fabregas last season. True to his prophecy, Sergio Fabregas has fully developed his talent this season.]
Cuckoo-
[Sergio Fabregas’ corner kick is safely handled by the keeper Tair Neuer. As soon as he catches the ball, Tear Noyer throws it towards Jejus. Madrid’s counterattack begins in an instant.]
[Jejus. Run Roberto Fabianski spreads to the right.]
[Jejus keeps running! Lightly passing the defenders, Oh my days! In the end, Real Madrid’s Messiah scores the winning goal! Frustrated Barcelona!]
[No other words needed. When you need a team. Player to solve. We call such a player an ace.]
[You are very calm. After checking the keeper’s position, he lightly tapped it.]
“Madrid, Madrid, Madrid, ¡Hala madrid!”
“Y nada más, y nada más, ¡Hala madrid!”
[Only the voices of a handful of Real Madrid away fans echo at Camp Nou in silence.]
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Rocking-
I succeeded in scoring with a chip shot that exquisitely exceeded the keeper’s height, and I ran to the corner flag with a sense of elation that covered my whole body and fired an uppercut and screamed.
“Vaaaaamos!!!!!”
I make eye contact with an elderly Barcelona fan sitting in front of a corner flag. Came back sane
Oh right. I decided not to do the ceremony.
What do we do.
Pair- pair- pair-
Let me look at the audience with a nervous expression. Seeing my expression, the elderly coure burst out laughing, perhaps realizing that it was a mistake, and got up from her seat and started clapping.
Starting from the old courée, applause resounded in Camp Nou in an instant.
I clapped face to face with the applause of the Barcelona fans. Thank you. I thought to myself.
I think I’ve done the image washing perfectly.
While I was thinking about that. The applause ended.
Immediately, the booing of the Barcelona crowd began.
“Booooo-!”
“Hey you bastard! They said they weren’t doing a celebration!”
But. If life were that easy, would I be playing soccer until I’m old?
Ah! Fuck! I also want to play happy soccer in the national university!!
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Game over.
Real Madrid 3:2 Barcelona
[Explanation of Jeju’s Celebration, who achieved a hat-trick and led El Clasico to victory. ‘I was so happy I couldn’t control my emotions. I am grateful to the Barcelona fans who gave me a standing ovation and forgave me, and I am sorry for not being able to control my emotions and celebrating.’]
[An old man who watched Jeju’s celebration right in front of his nose. ‘I saw Jesus’ eyes. He was obviously bewildered. And I really didn’t even expect it. I applaud him for putting up with Celebration twice.’]
[The new rascal Javier Marias? Showcasing a provocative celebration against his own team.]
[Javier Marias reveals chagrin. ‘People seem to be too strict with me. Jejus also showed a celebration to our home fans, but I don’t know why they only say something to me.’]
[Jesus opens his mouth to Javier Marias, who is unhappy. ‘You are ugly.’]
