My Girlfriend Wants Victory - Chapter 6



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A week before the announcement of the draft list.

Han Kwang-jong, the head coach of the South Korean U-19 national team, answered the phone with a bewildered expression at the sudden call from a senior who had taken care of him during his playing days.

“Yes, senior. This is Han Gwang-jong. I should have contacted you first…”

– No. Rather, I feel sorry. The competition is just around the corner, so you must be very busy and hectic… .

A calm and pleasant voice came into my ear on the phone.

My senior still used polite language like he did when he was a player.

‘I heard that you say that you speak politely to the students you teach so that they are respected.’

Certainly, he was a senior from whom I had a lot to learn from as a human being.

“Yes… But why are you contacting me?”

When Han Gwang-jong was sure that it was not a request related to player selection, he asked with a somewhat relaxed mind what the matter was.

– I’m calling because I’d like you to watch a player’s game.

And those expectations were shattered in an instant. I felt bad. I accepted the call without hesitation because he was a senior who had never asked me for favors before, but has he changed?

“… Yes. But the list of participants has already been finalized, and the only thing left is the announcement on Monday.”

– You don’t have to pick him right away. Just watch him play once. Then you’ll be able to see what talent he has.

I have to refuse… .

Being a generous person, he could not bring himself to refuse his benefactor’s request.

“Huh… I’m asking because you’re my senior. What’s that player’s name?”

Han Gwang-jong sighed and asked, wanting to hear the name.

– This is Jin-ho Son, number 10 from Geumsun High School.

Han Gwang-jong was embarrassed by the new information he heard. It wasn’t because it was the first time he had heard that name. Son Jin-ho was a gem with great talent that he knew. Because of his age, he was worried about skipping a grade by three years, so he didn’t draft him. However, it wasn’t like there were no irreplaceable resources. Therefore, the reason Director Han Gwang-jong was embarrassed was something else.

“Yes? Senior, you are from Hanyang High School… .”

– Yes, I’m calling to recommend you because I think you’ll be the pillar of Korean soccer and we’ll be meeting you as the opposing team in this match. You’ve grown so much over the past year that it’s hard to find a rival in high school.

“… .”

He was recommending players from other schools, not even the ones he was teaching. Hwang Gwang-jong felt a little embarrassed that he had doubted such a senior, but also curious about how great he had to be to be praised like this.

– Probably, if you look at it, you will immediately feel that there is a Zidane in the high school.

‘I think this is a bit too much praise… .’

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Saturday, March 13th.

Coach Han Gwang-jong visited Madul Stadium where the match between Geumsun High School and Dongmyeong High School was held.

It was a very busy schedule with final checks on player selection and tactics ahead of the upcoming 4-nation friendly tournament in the UAE. However, it was difficult to openly ignore the request of my senior who had taken good care of me when I was a player.

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‘Hmm. Zidane of Korea. How good must he be for you to say something like that?’

And actually, I became a little curious.

How can you call a mere high school student Zidane?

I shouldn’t think that way, but for a moment, it was such an absurd and unbelievable statement that I thought maybe I was going crazy.

Let’s enter the 500-seat stadium.

Spectators who appeared to be parents were filling the stands.

‘Hmm. But still, students from the same school came to cheer me on more than I expected.’

Han Gwang-jong came to see Son Jin-ho at the request of his senior, so he sat in the stands where the Geumsun High School fans were.

And that was when it happened.

“Oh my, a first-year student is already competing in a competition.”

“It’s the chairman’s connections.”

“Shouldn’t we report this to the media? This is an issue that is affecting our university right now, so does it make sense to select a starting player based on connections rather than skills?”

Han Gwang-jong’s expression hardened as he heard the parents’ voices in his ears.

“Oh my, if you’re an orphan, why don’t you just live quietly like an orphan? You’re just tiring everyone out by playing soccer for no reason.”

“thing….”

The moment Han Gwang-jong was about to move to say something at the sight of someone crossing the line.

“Go Jin-ho Son─!! I will be cheering you on!”

A girl with a slightly rough appearance shouted in a loud voice.

‘Are you a family member? No. As far as I know, he was an only child and after his parents passed away, he said he lived alone without any relatives. Then, is he his girlfriend?’

Han Gwang-jong looked at the parents who were gossiping. The parents who were gossiping looked obviously flustered, as if they had not expected that there would be an acquaintance of Son Jin-ho nearby.

‘I wish you would apologize and step down now…’

It didn’t seem like that would happen. I saw a parent with a sinister look approaching the girl.

“thing….”

The moment when Han Gwang-jong really stepped forward this time to restrain himself.

“Cheer up, son-in-law! Your future wife is here cheering you on!”

A middle-aged man who appeared to be the girl’s father approached the girl and shouted in a loud voice.

The parents who had seen Son Jin-ho’s chest hurriedly left the place when the middle-aged man appeared.

“… I feel it once again, Jin-ho really grew up well. Even though he lost his parents at a young age, he never had an accident.”

“Then. There’s a reason I call you son-in-law.”

A smile appeared on Han Gwang-jong’s face as he listened to the conversation between the two couples. They were truly warm-hearted people who cared so much for a child who wasn’t their own. He thought he knew why Son Jin-ho didn’t go astray even though he lost his parents at a young age.

‘Ah. This isn’t the time for me to be like this.’

While there was a bit of trouble in the stands, Son Jin-ho was warming up on the field. Manager Hwang Gwang-jong turned his gaze to the field and checked Son Jin-ho’s condition.

‘Sure, you’ve grown a lot taller than before. But wouldn’t that cause a balance problem?’

He was about 175cm tall and had a great physique. The only problem I thought was that his balance would change as he grew taller.

‘Hmm. No. It’s well balanced.’

But it was too early to worry.

Son Jin-ho’s balance was well maintained.

‘The ground underfoot is also great.’

His ball control skills, including his first touch, were also good.

‘Unlike the kids these days who only show off their flashy individual skills, they have solid fundamentals overall.’

So far, I’ve given it a passing grade.

‘Well. The important thing is to watch the game.’

But more important than all of this was the performance.

Just because you have good hardware doesn’t mean you have good software.

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“I hope it goes well though.”

Director Han Kwang-jong secretly hoped that Son Jin-ho would perform well.

Soon after, the referee blew his whistle and the game began. Coach Han Kwang-jong was still in the stands, watching the players who would become the future of Korean soccer.

“Infiltrate!”

Not long after the game started, Son Jin-ho, who had the ball, looked at the penalty box and flicked the ball to send an exquisite pass.

‘Oh… If only the striker had been a little more skilled, it could have resulted in a goal.’

Unfortunately, the ball ended up in the goalkeeper’s arms, but coach Han Kwang-jong’s eyes lit up as he watched.

‘Is the coach great? No. Son Jin-ho is just taking care of the positions of other players on the ground.’

The level of the game was higher than expected, and Geumsun High School was pushing forward unilaterally, but the game was fun enough just to watch Geumsun High School’s passing.

Then, the first 5 minutes.

The ball bounced off the Dongmyeong High School goalkeeper’s fingertips, and Son Jin-ho rushed into the penalty box and put it into the goal.

“Wow─!”

And then, right after, Jin-ho Son’s rain ceremony.

“What kind of weird thing is that…?”

Coach Han Kwang-jong, who had done such a stupid ceremony at first, swallowed a strange sense of regret as he watched Son Jin-ho, who was substituted out and returned to the bench after hearing three more single hoots and six double hoots.

‘This is definitely not a youth level.’

And that evening.

Director Han Kwang-jong in his dreams.

After scoring in the final match of the 2010 AFC U-19 Championship, which will be held in China soon.

– Hooray─!!

I saw Son Jin-ho shouting for heavy rain.

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National training center located in Paju.

“Thank you. I’ll be back soon!”

“Okay, be careful not to get hurt. If someone bothers you, you should tell them.”

“Don’t worry! I’ll work hard and definitely get on board!”

I thanked Winter’s parents for bringing me here because they were worried, and then went inside as usual.

– Winter Winter: ㅠㅠ Again ㅠㅠ Only I ㅠㅠ Couldn’t see you off ㅠㅠ

-Winter Winter: Jin-ho, don’t be discouraged and work hard! If someone bullies you, tell your older sister!

– Me: You didn’t submit your cell phone today?

– Winter, winter: Mhhhhhhhhhhh!!

And today, Gyul-woo, who went to school without fail, shed tears of sorrow in the group chat.

“This is a young player who just joined and is a promising prospect, so take good care of him.”

After saying goodbye to my family, I entered the national team training center and coach Han Kwang-jong suddenly brought me to the national team players and introduced me to them.

Judging by the mischievous smile on his lips.

When I showed off my skills, I think I was expecting other players to react.

‘Well, then it would be natural to match the rhythm, right?’

Well, that was for later, and for now I bowed my head 90 degrees and greeted my seniors.

Is it because my face looks unusually young?

The national team players were seen with expressions like, ‘What is this? Why is a kid here?’

Well, most of them were college students or professional players, and there was a 4 year age difference, so I could understand their reactions.

I slowly looked at the U-19 national team players.

The youth national team is home to some of the most talented players of a generation.

That’s how splendid the lineup was. Most of the players here had successful careers as professionals, and some of them were called up to the senior national team and played in the World Cup.

‘Ah. Dongwon Tuna and Bithyunsu were also on the youth national team at that time.’

In any case, coach Han Kwang-jong, who is in charge of the U-19 national team, announced that 20 of the 28 players will go to the UAE.

Originally, 27 people were supposed to be called up, but due to my sudden addition, 28 people were called up.

Even though the competition increased, the players who were originally called up did not hold me back and took good care of me.

“Where does our youngest go to high school?”

“I go to Geumsun High School.”

“Wow… That’s a place only rich people go to.”

“It’s a small inheritance my parents left me.”

“Uh… I’m sorry. And you had a hard time at a young age.”

“It’s okay. He passed away when I was really young, so I’m fine now.”

“Ha… kid. You’re really dignified. Hey, just call me hyung from now on.”

“Yes, bro.”

“… Are kids these days just this quick to adapt?”

“I’m kind of cute.”

“… It’s not cute. Anyway, the youngest is a first grader?”

“Yes. I’m a high school freshman and was born in 1995.”

“Born in 1995? But how can you be a high school student…? Oh, you’re so fast?”

“Wow. Our youngest is such a baby. Baby.”

“Ugh.”

“Ugh─. Crazy.”

“It’s even funnier when a big, distracting guy acts like that with a straight face.”

That’s understandable, because I entered school early due to my age, and I only turned 15 last month.

“Youngest! Let’s go eat! Don’t you know where the restaurant is?”

Maybe it was because the age gap was bigger than I thought. My older brothers, who were physically older than me, took me around and guided me around.

‘Everyone knows that.’

Well. I used to go there so often before moving to Cheonan, so I already knew most of them, but I just hung out with them.

Isn’t this all social life?

But this warm atmosphere soon disappeared.

The next day, during training, I hit the ball the coach rolled for me hard and put it into the corner of the goal.

“… Crazy. It’s not some idiot, it’s a monster bastard.”

From then on, he started to see me as a competitor rather than a talented junior.

“Wow─!”

It was very thrilling to see the change in attitude of my seniors who had considered me a bright and talented junior until yesterday.

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