Chapter 52 – Vs Atletico Madrid -1
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At the beginning of the first half, Atlético Madrid’s players started to come out wildly.
“Puta!”
Naturally, we also got in trouble and the fight became rough. The referee was busy blowing the whistle.
The referee calls both captains and gives a warning. Looking at it, I sighed quietly.
No, take out your card, you asshole.
While I was dissatisfied with the judgment of the referee who called the captains and gave only caution. The match resumed, and Vladimir Lazovic, the top player, robbed Atlético Madrid of the right to attack with a body headbutt.
And hello to that are you a crazy kid
Didn’t you see that scene? Or was it just annoying to blow the whistle? The referee didn’t blow the whistle.
Lazovic was also taken aback when the whistle did not blow. He passed the ball to the eunuch Sergio Pepe, not to Anthony. Sergio Pepe sent me the pass as it was. Let the pass sent by Sergio Pepe reach me precisely through the miracle of 1 in 100,000. Sergio Pepe, who sent the pass, also looked puzzled.
“V…Vamos!!”
What’s wrong with that three-haired bastard?
Anyway, after receiving the ball, I took the ball out between the legs of the defender who put pressure. Run around and avoid the defender.
Let yourself break through. Wilfred Singo hanging on to my uniform. I noticed the defense reorganized as he pulled my jersey to delay the attack. I let go of my body and fell as Wilfred Singo pulled me.
Beep-
The referee flagged Wilfred Singo for a foul and pulled out a yellow card. Atletico Madrid fans at the Civitas Metropolitano booed the referee.
“Booooo-! Did you buy it, you fucking bastard!!”
If that’s not yellow, then what the hell is yellow, you savage bastards.
Real Madrid got a free kick chance in a good position. I told Luis Garcia to play the promised play.
“You really do that?”
“Si hit me first. Then I’ll take care of it.”
After the conversation. I was in front of the penalty area. Let Luis Garcia signal to the referee that he is ready. I ran into the promised space.
The ball comes flying at high speed. Let the ball come behind the promised area. I deflected the ball with my back.
“Uh?”
Luis Garcia’s free kick deflected off me. The keeper, who fell into reverse action, had to stare at the slow-flying ball in a daze.
“Madrid! Madrid!”
As soon as the goal was recognized, cheers rang out in the away stadium of Real Madrid. Leaving behind the support of the away fans of Real Madrid, I run to the front of the Atlético Madrid fans.
“Aye! Give me Mama!”
Put your thumb in your mouth. The baby ceremony unfolded.
He smiled as he looked at Civitas Metropolitano, which had become bloody in an instant.
This is the taste of Goa. Why don’t you try to say more that you don’t have parents?
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[Go oh oh oh oh oh! Lord Jesus Woowoo! Lord Jesus Woowoo! Lord Jesus!! The player succeeds in scoring with his back!]
└ Wow haha you put it like that
└ My senses are really gone.
[Yeah. Is this play promised in advance? I ran as if I knew exactly where I was going to fly, and I managed to score by only turning with my back. That’s amazing. It is possible to change direction with such precision with a back.]
└ DD If you hit Jeju’s, the ball goes into the goal.
└ HahaInzagi ver 2
[This scene shows that you can score with your whole body, not just your feet and headers.]
└ What are you talking about?
└ If you think you would have scored a hat-trick with your own hands if it wasn’t for the Jesus-type VAR, shame on you haha
└ Haha
[Ah. That’s the Atletico Madrid crowd, Jesus Joo must have been so excited. ]
└ No, where is that hyung going again?
└ Hyung, did you get a thorn in your mouth because you didn’t get a warning these days?!
[Hmm… It looks like you got it right. Joo Jesus, performing a ceremony in front of Atletico fans. What kind of ceremony is that?]
└ Fuck haha the ceremony is fucking hideous
└ Evil! Don’t let loose with your ass!
└ It’s too ugly to see a grown adult running around with his thumb in his mouth.
└ He’s even a 185cm muscular man wow-
[The referee is giving Joo Jesus a yellow card. ]
└ Another stuffed animal at the Jesus Christ Memorial in Santiago Bernabéu haha
└ From my point of view, the Lord Jesus Memorial Hall will have to be expanded soon haha
└ Hahaexpansion of the memorial hall due to card saturation haha
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@Song_You Official
(A 185 cm muscular man jumping on the ground with his hips)
Kyaa-!! Oh gu oh gu oh gu oh gu, isn’t my husband so cute?! I want to run and pamper you!!!
✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ
└ It’s disgusting to my eyes
└ Lㅇㅋ It’s disgusting. I thought that was cute. I put the bean shavings on properly.
└ (Vomit) (vomit) (vomit) (vomit)
└ (Vomit) (vomit) (vomit) (vomit)
└ Song_You: Squat! Seed… ᕙ( ︡’︡益’︠)ง Are you sure? If I’m cute, I’m cute!
└ Fuck… Dictator training
└ Stop oppressing the opinions of the Chukbung!!
└ Take down the creepy Jesus picture and upload the scorer picture!
└Song_You: Now it’s Yohan! Ꮚ･ꈊ･Ꮚ
└Song_You: (Photo of Yohan sleeping) Isn’t Yohan really cute?
└ And… Is this a real Jesus baby? You are absolutely an angel.
└ Jesus is kind too… Outside the arena…
└ Inside the arena, the devil is going away haha
└ Song_You: Don’t curse at my husband ᕙ( ︡’︡益’︠)ง
└Look at what that brother is doing now;; that’s the devil
└ ㅇㅇ They are destroying prospects;;
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15 minutes in the second half.
Real Madrid 1:0 Atletico Madrid.
In the past, the defenders who were stripped of their hair by Messi show off their surprisingly improved skills next season. There was a saying floating around in the community that a defender who was hit by a metchic (messic paralysis) gun becomes a wallcle.
Even with the world-class defender Messi created, with a little exaggeration, a whole egg came out.
Like Messi, who contributed to the development of football by burning his own body
“Figlio di puttana!!! (You son of a bitch!)”
I, too, was burning my body to create a world-class defender.
Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck Eck
“Shit!!!”
My center of gravity collapses on my eek dribble. Paulo Nesta falls to the ground like Boateng after being hit with a tranquilizer gun.
Sadly, I hit the near post with a quick, low shot that shook the net.
Cuckoo-!
Bouncing-.
With a smile on his lips, he comforted the fallen Paulo Nesta.
“Arise, Paulo Nesta! You are the pride of Italy!”
“Chiudi il becco!! (Shut up!)”
I curse at comforting you. Ugh. I’m old enough to understand Latte greets seniors at 7 am. When I was sleeping, I was worried that my seniors’ soccer boots would be cold in the morning, so I would sleep with them in my arms.
Anyway, things these days. No manners, tsk…
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[Jejus. Keep dribbling. Blocked by Paulo Nesta. When Paulo Nesta blocks, Jejus dribbles at a unique tempo! Paulo Nesta loses his balance and collapses!!]
[Jeju’s! Paulo knocks Nesta off balance and scores with a near-post shot low!]
[It was a terrifyingly accurate shot followed by a very, very destructive dribble. You played with Paulo Nesta like a baby, who was nicknamed the wall of God for his tremendous performance in the World Cup.]
[It seems that no matter how much God’s wall was, it couldn’t stop the god, the owner of the wall. Real Madrid lead by 2 points
[Jeju, who succeeded in scoring, smiles evilly and talks to Paulo Nesta. I hope that the heart of that young center back will not be broken. There are still 30 minutes left until the end of the game. Atletico Madrid’s young centre-back has too much time left.]
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Even after scoring Real Madrid’s second goal, I chased Nesta with Paulo and broke Nesta’s center of gravity with ike ek dribbles. When Nesta loses balance and collapses, cross or shoot roughly. He looked at him kindly and comforted him.
“Wake up, Nesta! You are the pride of Italy!”
“…”
“Cheer up, Nesta! You are the pride of Italy!”
“…”
“Don’t break, Nesta! You are the pride of Italy!”
“… Chew. “
Is your mental breakdown? I was worried about Paulo Nesta, who was staring into the air with his eyes closed after collapsing on the ground, but just then a replacement sign came from the Atletico bench.
Paulo Nesta, whose heart has been broken, is replaced by Stefan Savic and exits. Stefan Savic, who had been pushed out of the race against Paulo Nesta for the starting position, came up to me and asked.
“What the hell did you say, that cheeky pasta guy’s mentality went out?”
Well. I was only cheering for you.
Anyway
“Come back stronger. Nesta!”
No matter how strong you become, it will be difficult for Italy to advance to the World Cup finals…
So, who was born in Italy?
You should have been born in Asia, a special screening for rural areas where you can easily advance to the finals like me.
Instead, we have to give up winning the World Cup.
… Fuck
