My Girlfriend Wants Victory - Chapter 25



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Sunday, August 29th.

As I was about to leave my house for the Dortmund training ground earlier than usual, I heard Gyulwoo’s voice behind me.

“I’ll go cheer for the game later!”

“Oh! See you later!”

I smiled at Winter, who waved her arms and greeted me, and left the house. Judging from her light steps, she seemed to be in good condition.

“It’s a good day to play.”

Today was the day my Dortmund U19 team had a match.

The Dortmund U19 team plays in the A-Unioren-Bundesliga league.

The A-Junioren Bundesliga is the top youth football league in Germany and is divided into three divisions. The winner of each division plus the runner-up from the division with the best results over the past three years advance to form a total of four teams that qualify for the German Youth Football Championship (Deutsche Fußballmeisterschaft der A-Junioren).

Well… I guess you could say it’s similar to the national high school soccer league. The German Youth Soccer Championship is the king of kings.

However, the difference between Korea and Germany is that in Korea, university admission depends on competition performance, while in Germany, the growth of each individual player is considered.

‘Oh. There are a lot of spectators.’

As I was walking absentmindedly, thinking about this and that, I arrived at the Hohenbuschei Football Stadium (Fußballpark BVB Hohenbuschei) located inside the Brakel Training Center.

Let’s move towards where the players are gathered, leaving behind the crowd that filled the stadium.

“Wow! Come in!”

Pascal Nymphush, the second assist shuttle, greeted me warmly.

“Oh. Okay. Nice to meet you too.”

As we nodded slightly in greeting, silence flowed between us. It was a breakdown in communication due to language.

‘Ah… Seriously, what should I do about the language?’

While I was burning with enthusiasm to study German, the game start time was approaching.

“There are many fans visiting the stadium.”

Coach Hannes Wolf began his encouraging speech while looking at the players who were about to start the game. Perhaps out of consideration for me, who was still a beginner in German, he spoke slowly and clearly, using easy words, so I was able to understand the gist of it.

“Don’t disappoint all those fans by losing to those stupid Schalke guys!”

The expressions on the faces of Dortmund’s youth players change at the mention of Schalke. Should we say that they are like the expressions of warriors about to go into battle?

‘Do you hate Schalke that much…?’

I shook my head inwardly, thinking about the relationship between Dortmund and Schalke.

Dortmund and Schalke have an infamous derby relationship.

If the Der Klassiker against Munich was a fake derby created by the media, the Revierderby against Schalke is a real derby with added emotion as they are both based in the Ruhr region of North Rhine-Westphalia.

Well. If Munich is like coffee, then Schalke is like the top.

The match between Dortmund and Schalke is so intense that the police forces in the area where the match is held are mobilized in full force.

This rivalry between the two teams appears to apply equally to youth matches.

“We want to win today, we will win.”

Even though it was only a youth match, more than 300 Dortmund fans came to see the match against Schalke.

“I said 300 people! Jin-ho! You’re playing soccer in front of 300 people!”

Unlike Assist 2, Rico Benatelli, who had a little ink on his head, spoke to me in English with an excited expression.

‘Oh… I gathered 100 spectators with just one rain shower?’

… Is this the difference in star quality?

I patted Rico Benatelli on the shoulder and consoled him, who had built a wall around himself with the word stardom.

‘This guy’s hair has already receded a lot.’

For a bald person to have star quality, he would have to be good at soccer like Zidane and be handsome on top of that… .

It’s just a shame.

***

Meanwhile, at that time.

In the Hou Gallery, ghosts who could not leave even after the owner of the gallery disappeared were writing posts.

[Title: Ah. Shit. I miss my brother.]

If a goal is scored while watching the stadium, I want to shout out loud.

Hooooooooo─!

└ Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo─!

└ Why does this rain feel like crying?

└ Hoo!

└ Is that right?

└ Hoo hoo!

└ Shitpal. You’re still here, you villain!

└ It really was shit before, but it’s nice to see you again after a long time.

└ Hoo hoo

└ The villain is also welcome.

└ That guy is translating that lol

[Title: Ah. I want to watch our game even if it’s through broadcast.]

Does SBK have any plans to broadcast the youth league?

└ This is a youth league, are you going to broadcast it, you idiot? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└ Seriously, think about it and write it ㅋㅋ

└ Ha. If they even broadcast youth league games, it would be worth the subscription fee.

└ It’s not worth the fee, it’s just a waste of the fee.

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└ And how can you be playing as a starter already after only a short time studying abroad? You need to adapt to the local environment first.

└ … ? What the heck are you talking about? My brother is a starter today.

└ Doctor Man U, how would you know?

└ I’m in Germany right now. Ah. I can’t upload pictures in the comments. I’ll make a new post.

└ This guy is pulling aggro again. Ugh.

[Title: Our Brother Selection Certification.]

(Our brother preparing to play in a yellow uniform.jpg)

I’m telling you, it’s true. I don’t believe it.

└ Wow… I’m tired. Did my brother just eat the main dish?

└ But isn’t it a U-17 team?

└ I moved up a grade and became U-19.

└ If he were older, he would have probably been promoted to the reserve team.

└ Age? What age all of a sudden?

└ In the Bundesliga, players must be at least 16 years and 6 months old to play for the reserve team and the first team.

└ Whoa whoa whoa!!

└ You say you envy the intuition of Howvillan?

└ You guys too, come. Germany is good.

└ I’m so jealous. Did you take a picture with my brother?

└ Just a photo? I live with you?

└ We live together and we are doing this and that. I want to get a six-king’s fist in Mingchi.

└ Seriously ㅋㅋ When I said yes yes, it crawled all the way to the top of my head

***

“Heh. Nobody believes this.”

Han Gyul-woo burst into laughter as he looked at his smartphone. He felt a thrill at the fact that no one believed him even though he told them the truth.

It was one of the little joys of midwinter to imagine what these people’s expressions would be when the truth came out.

Beep!

The moment she tried to draw aggro by posting again on the Hou Gallery.

The referee’s whistle blew and the match between Borussia Dortmund and FC Schalke 04 began.

As soon as the whistle blew, Han Gyul put his smartphone in his pocket to watch Son Jin-ho running on the field.

‘It’s amazing… .’

I knew that Jin-ho Son was good at soccer, but I never dreamed that he would come to Germany to study soccer.

And then you hear a story about someone who is trying to turn down that great opportunity just because they don’t want to be apart from it.

– Mom! I want to study abroad in Germany!

The only thought that came to his mind was that he should follow Son Jin-ho and go to Germany.

In some ways it was a decision that was almost impulsive, but so far I’ve been satisfied with everything.

“Ooooooooo─!”

The crowd’s cheers echoed.

In the middle of winter, Jin-ho Son, who had won the ball in his eyes, was seen passing it to the feet of an attacker who was running straight in.

“Heja BVB, Heja BVB, Heja, Heja, Heja BVB!”

The moment when everyone in the stands thought it was a goal after a fantastic pass that put a spoonful of rice in the mouth.

“Ahhh─! You can’t put that in!”

The Dortmund striker has upset the table.

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“Ah! Ah! You’re the front-line defender! Why do you keep kicking the ball over the goal!”

I burst out laughing at the sound of Winter’s voice in my ear. It seemed to be particularly catchy, perhaps because it was the only Korean word spoken among the German I couldn’t understand.

‘Well… Winter is truly the worst when it comes to goal scoring ability.’

I raised my hand to show that I was okay with the guy who awkwardly gave me the thumbs up.

This guy is nicknamed Assist Shuttle No. 2. Unlike during practice, he seems to be using a little more strength and not being able to find the zero point.

Ugh. I need a guy like that because I’m a midfielder.

Unfortunately, he was a striker so he couldn’t be used.

Well… then there’s nothing I can do.

As the best box-to-box midfielder in South Korea, I have no choice but to solve it.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!”

I was outside the penalty box in a Dortmund possession situation, raising my hand and shouting for the ball.

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Rico Benatelli, who desperately needed star power, passed the ball to me with a puzzled expression.

The ball is heading towards my feet.

Schalke’s players came forward to block the shot in a hurry. I shot with my right foot in front from a spot that would later be called the Son Heung-min zone.

The ball appeared to go outside the goalkeeper’s arms before curling inward and ending up in the upper right corner.

I left the cheering crowd behind and ran straight to the stands where Gyul-woo was as soon as the goal net shook.

It wasn’t hard to find Winter, who was running around among the white people, because he was immediately visible.

“Hoooooooooooooo─!”

I ran straight in front of Gyul-woo and performed the rain ceremony.

Some Dortmund fans frowned at my celebration, as if they saw something weird.

Probably, soon they too will start shouting for heavy rain as if they were under the influence of a hypnosis app.

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