Chapter 55 – Vs Levante
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After the loss against Real Sociedad, the media started chewing on us incessantly.
[A disastrous defeat brought on by arrogance. Real Sociedad successfully succeeded in killing the giant]
[The starting lineup of Coach Valverde, who was full of arrogance.]
[In a match without Jeju, coach Valverde excluding Roberto Fabianski.]
[Manuel Francisco Dos Santos, who struck Real Madrid at high speed. Catching the attention of Barcelona.]
[Colchester United. A shocking defeat in a match against a relegated team. A parallel theory with Real Madrid?]
Every sports fan in the world wants the team they support to win every game and finally win.
What. On the peninsula, the team that hasn’t won a championship in 60 years is the most popular…
That’s where it’s unique. Usually, the team with the most championships is the most popular.
Anyway, Real Madrid fans who witnessed the defeat against Real Sociedad burst into anger as if it were natural.
“Valverde! OUT!”
“Step aside Valverde!”
Stop these guys! Can’t you see our director’s hair is getting thinner!
[Jesus opened his mouth to the protesting fans. ‘ Valverde is a great manager. He is always trying to find a way to make the team win. You can tell how hard he works by looking at his hair, which grows thinner with each passing day.’]
The director’s eyes on me during the interview were savage. Must be my mistake
“He is a good coach who does his best to the extent that there is a bed in Valverde’s office. Even though I don’t have thick hair.”
Finish the interview. Way back home
As usual, I was in the process of checking domestic public opinion by accessing the Internet community.
[Title: Lord Jesus. Fuck rom, read this article right now.]
(A rough picture)
I’m hungry. Some chicken Mmm.
└ Haha
└ Aggro tired, you crazy bastard haha
└ Account.
└ Thank you! Older brother!
└ I think you sent the wrong message.
└ 1818 won, brother.
└ Brother? Why are remittance messages turned off?
└ Haha
└ It’s going to go away haha
└ Wow. You’re rich. Earn 1818 won in 3 minutes
I was surprised to find out what an accident had happened.
It is said that the internet community is where the crazy people of the world gather.
There are definitely a lot of sane people out there.
Whew.
I sighed inwardly and continued exploring the Internet community. I found a post with an interesting title.
[Title: A prospect with a promising future.]
(Principal photo smiling.)
I can already feel the energy of a football genius.
If you do, get rid of it.
└ Add… National Ace (scheduled)
└ National team cha-cha-chagi claim.
└ Shouldn’t you start convening the national team to accumulate experience?
└ He is the son of Jesus, so of course John must be a genius too, right?
└ What kind of flutter are these bastards already haha
Hmm. Certainly our Yohanie is a genius
I quietly upvoted the post.
Hearing compliments from children always makes me feel good.
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First half 15 minutes
Real Madrid 0:0 Levante
Against Levante, who built Tenback, we tried to cook by peeling lightly. Let me catch the ball from Luka Savic. A flinching Levante defender.
I looked at the opponent’s defensive camp crouching like a turtle and looked for gaps. A fine space was visible between the defender and the defender.
Will that be it? An ambiguous space. But before I knew it, my body was moving.
Let’s get the ball between the legs of the Levante defenders who are stretching their legs. There are cracks in Levante’s defense and Roberto Fabianski has space. I dump the ball and kick it. He passed the ball into the space in front of Roberto Fabianski. A situation where the perfect chance was created in an instant. After receiving my pass, Roberto Fabianski shot non-stop without delay.
As soon as Roberto Fabianski shot, the defender’s foot grazed the ball.
If you caught and kicked that, it was Lautaro Martinez.
When I succeeded in scoring, I looked at Roberto Fabianski, who came running right up to me instead of going to celebrate, and nodded with a slightly fed up expression.
“Vamos!!! Hala! Jejus!”
Hmm… It’s a bit burdensome
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[Juyesu breaks through! Lord Jesus Lord Jesus! Pass it on to Roberto Fabianski!]
[Gooooohol! Roberto Fabianski catches a pass from Jesus and scores! Joo Jesus has his 5th assist in the league!]
└ Why are there so few assists for you? The number of assists is too small compared to the number of points scored.
└ I didn’t give a pass and finished myself.
└ Is it greedy head?
└ It seems that he tends to not trust his teammates more than that.
└ ㅋ ㅋ ㅋ ㅋ Even Real Madrid players don’t believe it, so if you play in a national team game in Korea, you’ll be frustrated.
└ Isn’t that why you don’t play A matches? I’m afraid I’ll die of frustration haha
└ Ah… !!
[Roberto Fabianski runs towards Jesus Joo, who assisted his goal. ]
└ Sometimes when I see Fabianski, I feel a bit scared because I feel like a fanatic who has fallen into a pseudo-religion.
└ If Messi had DePaul, Jejus has Roberto Fabianski.
[Hey… What a great pass. He pierced the narrow space and cracked the defensive line, and without being greedy, he passed to Roberto Fabianski, who was in a better position than himself. I’m not being compared to Messi for nothing.]
└ But your nationality is South Korea, right?
└ It’s harder than winning Argentina, right?
└ ㄹㅇ If Korea wins the World Cup, just shut up and it’s G.O.A.T hahaThis is irrefutable
[Heh heh heh. Can you hear what we’re talking about? It shows a ceremony pointing to the sky, which Messi often did.]
└ It’s really fucking easy.
└ But didn’t Jesus score?
└ Let’s just move on
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40 minutes in the first half.
Real Madrid 1:0 Levante
Even after conceding the opening goal to us, Levante did not think of coming out of their own half.
In Levante’s situation, which is struggling for relegation in the league, the intention to reduce the goal difference as much as possible was evident at a glance.
We also attacked too much in a winning situation, and turned the ball slowly to avoid getting injured. Boring game flow. Let’s not take a stance to attack aggressively. It was noticeable that the Levante defenders were less focused.
At such a time when everyone was careless
“Louis!”
He came down slightly and received the ball from Lewis.
Ah. Why did you give it to the right foot without any sense?
I internally blamed Lewis, who sent the pass, and kicked it with my right foot, which was relatively less accurate than my left foot, feeling like it was going to happen.
“Ah… Fuck, I can’t do it with my right foot either.”
Let’s aim for the top corner of the right goal and let the kicked shot fly out of the net. Left a regret
Ah. I think I would have put it in if I had a left foot.
Let me turn around with regret. Tremendous cheers erupted from the Santiago Bernabéu.
“Vaaaaa!!!!”
“Crazy bastard! Jejus you crazy bastard!!!”
“Oh! My god! My god! You are my god!”
Because of Roberto Fabianski and Luis Garcia, who burst into cheers and ran to me, I was crushed to the floor in an instant, failing to properly grasp the situation. Spat out insults.
“… Fuck. It’s heavy, bastards, get out of here!”
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[Louis Garcia. Pass to Jejus. Shooting as Jejus received the pass! Ah. The ball goes off the goal line… Uh?]
The ball, which we thought was going out, suddenly curves and shakes the net. The caster who was broadcasting the soccer game was dumbfounded for a moment.
In contrast to the caster with a dumbfounded expression, the Spanish commentator, who immediately became excited about Joo’s wonder goal, jumped up from his seat as if he had succeeded in scoring. It showed a great reaction.
[Go oh oh oh oh! Go oh oh oh! Go oh oh oh! Jeju’s! Jeju’s! Jeju’s! Great shot! This is an unbelievable score!]
The caster, barely awake to the Spanish commentator’s reaction, calmed down the Spanish commentator and continued the relay.
[Jeju’s huge score exploded. The ball, which I thought was going out, bent incredibly and dug right into the top of the goal.]
[It was a shot that only Jejus, the rookie of soccer, could do. It is as if the Puskas Award for this season has already been confirmed. It is an amazing and lovely goal.]
[¡Dios mio! Jeju’s! Before a goal is even awarded, he walks to the center circle as if it were natural.]
[It’s natural for him. Ah… God of soccer!]
[The Real Madrid crowd is all standing up and roaring. I understand. Sitting and watching a fantastic score like that is something Germans who are famous for not being funny do!]
“Madrid, Madrid, Madrid, ¡Hala madrid!”
“Y nada más, y nada más, ¡Hala madrid!”
[Echoing. Now, Hala Madrid, which has become his cheering song, is resounding at Real Madrid Santiago Bernabéu!]
[It seems that 80,000 believers in the Santiago Bernabéu are praising the greatness of the football god.]
