Chapter 51 – The World Won’t Leave Me Alone
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After winning the match against AS Roma. After securing first place in the Champions League group stage regardless of the remaining games, at the request of the Real Madrid marketing team and Netflix, an appreciation of my documentary Part 1: Saints of the East: God of Football was held.
“Damn it, Jeju’s documentary came out before me.”
“Are you good at soccer?”
After talking in groups of three and three, we let the lights go out.
I started to focus on the screen quietly. The documentary begins with the Champions League final against Bayern Munich. It was a scene where I, who succeeded in scoring with a fantastic bicycle kick, roared while taking off my uniform in front of the crowd.
[“This is an incredible score! A 19-year-old scores a dramatic come-from-behind goal in the Champions League final.”]
[“This is a historical scene. A saint from the East! He gives Real Madrid their 15th title!”]
The game is over The video goes dark with the scene where I lift the big ear at the end of the squad.
I saw the director’s mother interviewing the production team.
“It was the first time I saw Jesus. It was the day when I fell asleep while praying in the church and had a strange dream of a crying child surrounded by holy light under a bridge about an hour away from the orphanage. “
[Did you meet Jejus for the first time on that bridge?]
“Yes, the child there was Jesus. Jesus is a wounded child. Compared to most parents abandoning their children near daycare centers. Jesus was left alone under a bridge that was not easily traveled. He abandoned the child without even naming it.”
[Then who is the name… ?]
“I came up with the name. As soon as he was born, he did not even receive a name and gave it to a child who was abandoned by his parents to be full of God’s grace.”
[Was there no one who came to claim that Jeju’s player became famous and that they were his parents?]
“Of course it was. I asked. When he asked where he had abandoned the children, he replied that they were all around the nursery.”
[When did Jeju start playing soccer?]
“When Jesus was 13 years old? At that time, he had come to Suwon Oseong Bluewings to donate talent as a kind of volunteer work. Then, for the first time, Jesus showed his talent… “
Ah. The documentary is so boring.
I need to get some sleep and wake up.
I quietly lowered my head and went to sleep, leaving behind my fellow players who were focusing on the screen.
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@Lord_Jesus_9 Official ★
Hello! My documentary has been released.
Thank you for your interest in the Netflix Eastern Saint: God of Soccer episode!
I saw it and I think it was fun and well made!
Thank you to the Netflix crew for all your hard work.
Please keep an eye out for the documentary Colchester United: The Beginning of a Legend, produced by Amazon!
└ No haha I slept and said that I had fun watching it? Haha
└ But why film the Colchester United documentary on Amazon and not on Netflix?
└ Song_You: Amazon offered more money!
└ This hyung is really consistent.
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Although the world did not turn upside down after the documentary was released. There were many significant changes.
Once the first one.
There were rumors of resurrection that I was the real Jesus.
Second, he became a model of human triumph from Goa to becoming the world’s best soccer player.
Thirdly, because of the director’s mother’s interview, she became a child blessed by God.
Even I, who watched the documentary, contacted the director’s mother and asked if she really had such a dream. What about other people?
Of course, the director’s mother, who was contacted by me, told me
-Director’s mother: Jesus. Where in the world is there such a thing?
-Director’s mother: It’s just a made up story.
-Director’s mother: Why do people think that religious people don’t lie?
-Director’s mother: Anyway, you shouldn’t trust people’s words easily, Jesus.
-Director’s mother: Don’t believe me even if I ask you to lend me money because I’ll pay you back later.
-Director’s mother: There is nothing in the world as meaningless as an empty promise.
He reminded us of the cold reality of modern society. After that, you said you would start a business under the name of the soccer academy.
[Jeju’s Soccer Nursery Academy, started selling souvenirs for children blessed by God. ‘All proceeds are used to support children from poor families who dream of becoming footballers.’]
This turned out to be an unexpected hit.
[Requests to purchase God’s Child souvenirs pouring in from all over the world. Even if I apply now, it will take half a year?]
What. I use it for good things and it helps my image. I decided not to do a corrective interview.
And I’m not even lying
It’s just that I didn’t tell you the truth even after hearing it.
“Oh. Child of god! Jejus, if you don’t mind, could you hold my hand? “
The fourth is just asking if the pilgrims on the pilgrimage to Santiago could hold hands, just like now.
Just like the superstition that touching the nose of Dol Harubang will give birth to a son. From a certain moment, a superstition that holding my hand will receive God’s grace has been floating around. Since then, it has become a daily routine to hold hands with pilgrims.
By the way. You have big breasts
I shook hands while looking at the pilgrim’s chest. When the pilgrim left, Yuna, who was next to me, hit my side with a body blow.
Poo-!
She wasn’t sick, but seeing Yuna grinning with a red face and not saying anything, I guess she should give her a breast massage at her house.
But is breast massage really effective? Why don’t you think about growing up?
And that evening.
“Haagh- Jesus, I feel good.”
That time when he was carefully massaging Yuna’s breasts. Yuna’s body blow article appeared on the Google España main page.
[There is no problem with Real Madrid’s ‘successor’ at all. A señora song that showcases great motor skills.]
└ Oh. I actually witnessed the scene. It was a fantastic body blow.
└ Jeju’s son will definitely join La Fabrica, right?
└ The question is too contradictory. Madrid’s son will definitely join La Fabrica.
└ I’m so happy. Even my son is a name that would be good at soccer.
└ Once. I want Jeju’s son to debut in the first team unconditionally. It’s okay if his skills aren’t as good as his father’s. I think I would be impressed if I saw Jejus playing with his son.
└ Although it is a very distant future. It’s a fantastic story. Until then, you’re saying that Jeju is still a player in Madrid.
└ And it’s very exciting news. His son can choose to represent Spain.
└ ¡Dios mío! (God!) And there is Jejus as the director. Isn’t that perfect?!
└ You are truly a genius.
I thought while reading the comments below the article.
Why are you deciding my son’s future?
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Real Madrid: Atletico Madrid
Pre-game interview.
[Atletico coach Simeone said, ‘Real Madrid is the best team in the world. But the ball is round. We will do our best to win.’]
[God’s wall Paulo Nesta shows confidence in stopping Jejus. ‘I am God’s wall.’]
[Real Madrid coach Valverde. ‘Atletico Madrid is a good team. That’s why you can’t arbitrarily judge victory. ‘]
[Real Madrid coach Valverde spoke about Paulo Nesta, nicknamed the wall of God at the World Cup and joining Atletico Madrid this season. ‘He’s a great player. He’s an excellent defender. Croatian legend Gbardiol is the player that comes to mind.’]
[Jeju, ‘Paulo Nesta is a defender with the qualities to become a world class. He’s funny and he’s looking forward to the match.’]
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Let us appear on the pitch. Friendly neighbors, Alletti, warmly welcomed us.
“Disgusting Catalan Luis Garcia! Why are you at Real Madrid?!”
“No way! Sergio Pepe! Did you get Brazilian waxing on your head instead of your dick?!”
I burst into laughter at the booing of the creative Atlético Madrid crowd. The moment you burst into laughter. My image was reflected on the billboard, and the target of the Los Colchoneros quickly changed to me.
“What are you laughing at, you asshole!”
“Booooo-! Cry today and get ready to go home!”
“What kind of madrid god is a young boy!”
“You are just a child! You’re an Asian child crying and looking for your mother’s milk while being blocked by Nesta!”
Hey I just laughed once and got a seizure.
With a benevolent smile on my face. He waved and greeted the booing Atlético Madrid crowd.
“Hostia!!! Puta! Madre!!!”
After standing in the center circle listening to the dying Atlético Madrid fans. Wait for the referee to blow the whistle and start the game.
Beep-!
With the referee’s whistle. The match is starting I quickly passed the pass to Luis Garcia and penetrated into the opposing half-
I’m sorry-!
Beep!
I couldn’t. Let me roll the ground at the opponent’s central midfielder’s rough tackle. Atletico Madrid fans sang cheering songs as if they had won the game.
“Atleti, Atleti, Atlético de Madrid,
Atleti, Atleti, Atlético de Madrid,
Jugando, ganando, peleas como el mejor”
Started mocking me.
“Booooo-!”
“Weaker Jejus! He has no mother!”
“I don’t even have a dad!”
Crazy bastards cross the line.
While the referee gives a verbal warning to the offending player. Luka Savic held out his hand and lifted me up.
“Is Jejus okay?”
“Uh. Thanks.”
With Luca’s help, I got up and brushed the dirt and grass off my uniform.
Ha. I’m trying to live a quiet life. The world won’t leave me alone
