Chapter 85 – The Lord Jesus and Patience-2
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After reconciliation with Barcelona last season, Joo Jesus’ heart was calm as he prepared for the upcoming El Clasico.
‘It’ll still be better than last season, right?’
It was not naive to think that a Barcelona game would not be booed. The head of the Lord Jesus is not a flower garden to the extent of thinking like that.
However, when looking at the surrounding environment of the Lord Jesus, this was a reasonable idea.
Next to him is the traitor Luis Garcia.
There is also Sergio Pepe, who beats up and injures Barcelona strikers whenever he gets a chance.
‘Will Sergio Pepe or Luis Garcia get scolded instead of me? What does it mean to be friends? I should use them as a shield.’
As a result, Lord Jesus predicted that the booing that would be directed at him would also be directed to Sergio Pepe or Luis Garcia.
Yes. The Lord Jesus made fun of the power of DNA engraved in Barcelona and Real Madrid.
Just as the DNA of Koreans, engraved over a long period of 5,000 years, hates the Chinese. In the DNA of Real Madrid and Barcelona fans, there was a DNA that makes you want to curse at the opponent’s ace’s uniform.
On the day of the El Clasico match.
Barcelona’s home ground, Camp Nou.
When Lord Jesus appeared in this place, called the hell of the away team, great boos poured out.
Contrary to Lord Jesus’ expectations, all the booing directed at Sergio Pepe or Luis Garcia was directed at Lord Jesus.
“Booooo! Is it worth living after becoming an albino, you son of a bitch, Jesus!!”
“Your guy’s FM Loyalty stat is enough! You stupid bastard!”
“Jesus, slave of capital who has no honor, no loyalty, no patience!!!”
They were not swearing at the Lord Jesus because he was a traitor.
Just because he looks like a Madrid player, he’s swearing.
And if the target is an ace, the icing on the cake.
The Lord Jesus was especially criticized.
If it were the usual mental armor, Lord Jesus, he would have laughed outwardly and pretended to be a human being. However, the current Lord Jesus was in a weak state of mind and body like a smoker suffering from withdrawal symptoms.
“Booooo! What are you looking at, you bastard!”
“Did your cock grow hair?!”
“Get some more mother’s milk, kid!”
The sealed Jejus of the right arm tried to blow candy towards the Barcelona crowd.
“Be patient! You have to be patient! Lord Jesus, you can do it!!!”
Although the Lord Jesus, who had not yet lost his sanity, managed to subdue him, and the incident did not break out.
I didn’t know when Jeju’s seal would be released.
Manuel Francisco Dos Santos, who moved from Real Sociedad to FC Barcelona and established himself as an ace, was approaching, literally in a situation on the verge.
“Let’s have a good game.”
“… Okay”
Manuel Francisco dos Santos, who has already blossomed his talent by scoring 22 goals this season, has a rivalry with Joo Jesus.
The Lord Jesus, looking into Manuel’s burning eyes, nodded his head.
‘Hmm… He was definitely a talented player. It wasn’t for nothing that I broke my leg in the last episodes.’
In the past, Joo Jesus would have broken Manuel’s leg without hesitation in order to achieve the goal of winning the World Cup for Korea.
He thought he had become benevolent because of the easing of conditions and the birth of Yohan.
‘Currently, wouldn’t I be a gentleman on the ground?’
While Lord Jesus volunteered to become a 19th-century British gentleman.
With the referee’s whistle, the game started with Barcelona’s lead.
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[The monumental 300th El Clasico between Real Madrid and Barcelona will be played at Barcelona’s home stadium, Camp Nou]
[Yes, as the monumental 300th El Clasico, it’s a match neither team can back down. Even before the start of the game, the coaches had a heated argument, right?]
[That’s right. It was an interview with the two coaches who revealed their will to win without fail. It will be noteworthy which of the two coaches will laugh, and the confrontation between Jesus Joo and Manuel Francisco Dos Santos, who are the main players in the team.]
Beep!
[With the referee’s whistle, the game started with Barcelona’s kick-off. In this match, Real Madrid came out with a 4-3-3 formation and Barcelona with a 3-3-3-1 formation.]
[Barcelona’s 3-3-3-1 formation is the essence of the theory of Cruyffism by Johan Cruyff, who is famous for total soccer. It’s a tactic invented by Johan Cruyff while at Ajax and often used by Barcelona legends Pep Guardiola and Xabi Hernández.
It is a tactic that is so aggressive and has clear advantages, but also clear weaknesses. Since it requires a lot of activity, it consumes a lot of stamina, and it is a tactic with a high risk of back space when defending, so you have to be careful of strikers with quick feet, but it seems like a good tactic against Real Madrid. ]
[That’s right. Iker Bravo, on the left flank, is noticeably slower than he was in his prime, and Roberto Fabianski, who plays on the right wing, is also not as fast. The same goes for Joo-Jesus.]
[Yes, it seems like a tactic that counters Real Madrid rather than blocking it in the first place.]
[I see, Sergio Fabregas involved in the build-up. A native of La Masia’s sacred bone youth, he showed outstanding talent from last season and was given the number 8 shirt this season.]
[That’s right. That number gives you a sense of how much Barcelona expects from this player. Ah… At the moment I was talking about, Sergio Pepe commits a foul in the danger zone. Barcelona free kick in good position! Prepared by Manuel Francisco dos Santos.]
Free kick by Manuel Francisco dos Santos. It’s full. Goooool! Manuel Francisco dos Santos scores the first goal in his 300th El Clasico match!]
[Ter Neuer’s goalkeeper flies on a trajectory beyond his reach. Ternoir with a dejected expression. It seems to be a difficult game for Real Madrid, conceding early.]
[Manuel Francisco Dos Santos! After scoring, ah! What is this? He looks at Joo Jesus and smiles. Is it a provocation?!]
[Barcelona enthusiastic about the provocation of Manuel Francisco Dos Santos! Joo Jesus player is laughing like it’s absurd! The match becomes exciting!]
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30 minutes in the first half.
Early on, after conceding, Real Madrid recognized that the tide had turned to Barcelona.
Real Madrid, who had been concentrating on defense, was about to attack for the first time in a while.
“Puta!!!”
Luis Garcia loses the ball under intense pressure from Barcelona.
After taking the ball from Luis Garcia, Sergio Fabregas immediately passed the ball to Manuel, who received the ball and pierced Real Madrid’s defense with a 2-to-1 pass with the forward striker.
“What are you doing, motherfuckers!”
While the eyes of the Real Madrid defense were on Manuel, Sergio Fabregas ran quickly and penetrated the penalty box before he knew it.
Seeing that, Manuel attempted a cutback, and Sergio Fabregas finished Manuel’s cutback non-stop and scored as it was.
The excited voices of the Curets at the Camp Nou resound in the joint work of the two, who are called the future of Barcelona.
“Tenim un nom que el sap tothom (The name everyone knows)”
“Barça, Barça, Barça!”
The complexion of the Real Madrid players darkened.
Head coach Valverde talked with the head coach with a serious expression.
I let out a small sigh and approached the self-blaming Luis Garcia, pulling the poodle’s hair.
“Hey, are you this bastard Barcelona Fraccci?”
“Puta! What nonsense you son of a bitch.”
“Why did you take the ball from there, you idiot!”
He showed great leadership to help his colleague who made a mistake not blame himself.
Do you think this will increase your leadership ability in FM?
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Whether it is a human or an animal, it seems that you need to catch it like catching a mouse to reveal your true abilities.
Extra time at the end of regular time in the first half.
After the mistake, Luis Garcia, who woke up as a fucking dog, ran around like a dog and asked for the ball.
“Puta! Take it, motherfucker!”
Luis Garcia, breathing hard, passed me the pass. As soon as I received Luis Garcia’s pass, I started running fast toward the front.
Iker Bravo cuts into the space behind the opposition defense and raises his hand. I pretended to give the ball to Iker Bravo, tricked the opposing midfielder and broke through.
The goalposts are starting to look bigger.
I tried to swing my right foot, but
I felt someone pulling my uniform from behind.
As soon as I felt a pull on my uniform, I quickly waved my hand away. However, during that brief delay, the Barcelona defense blocked the shooting space.
The moment I thought the attack would be canceled like this.
“Ball!! Give it away!! Son of a bitch!!!”
I caught my eye as Luis Garcia, an awakened fucking dog, ran frantically to my left.
As soon as I saw Luis Garcia, I instinctively sent a pass between the defender’s legs. The ball passed between the legs of the Barcelona defenders and landed right in front of Luis Garcia.
After checking the goalkeeper’s position, Luis Garcia hesitated and scored the goal by accurately kicking the ball as if passing it to a place where the goalkeeper could not reach.
As soon as Luis Garcia scored, he ran to the corner flag and roared at the Barcelona fans who were taunting him.
“Vamos!!! All off!! I am Luis Garcia!!!”
