My Girlfriend Wants Victory - Chapter 80



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[FC Barcelona, ​​who conceded a goal, is pushing Dortmund hard.]

After scoring, Dortmund were beaten like dogs by FC Barcelona.

Like a dragon whose sore spot has been touched, an enraged FC Barcelona began to trap Dortmund in their own camp and began to beat them.

“Whew… You really suck at soccer. Those little midgets.”

Son Jin-ho couldn’t help but let out harsh words at the sight of the three idiots easily shaking off Dortmund’s pressure like twisting a child’s wrist.

The possession ratio of the two teams begins to widen.

Suddenly, the share was 71 to 29.

[This is a one-sided game that feels disastrous. Dortmund! They can’t get past the halfway line!]

FC Barcelona, ​​which had the upper hand in the game, continued to knock on Dortmund’s goal with their overwhelming possession.

[Cesc Fabregas’ shot! Son Jin-ho’s physical defense! Dortmund overcomes the crisis once again!]

[Dortmund is really desperate. They are not sparing their body for victory.]

Dortmund was barely holding on with a rag-tag defense that didn’t spare its body, including a virtually all-out defense.

[Lionel Messi gets the ball! He breaks through Dortmund’s defense and enters the penalty box!]

[Son Jin-ho managed to block the shot with a tackle just before it could be shot… Dortmund’s defense is starting to waver.]

[Yes, but there’s not much time left until the first half ends, right? Dortmund! You can hold on!]

But as time went on, cracks began to appear in Dortmund’s defense.

A situation where a little more time may pass and a point may be lost.

Beep─!

Fortunately for Dortmund, the referee’s timely whistle to end the first half saved them.

***

Half time.

Dortmund’s locker room was filled with the heavy breathing of exhausted players.

“I’m already proud of you guys. So don’t give up in the second half. It’s okay to lose a goal, it’s okay to fail, so fight until the end.”

Jurgen Klopp spent the entire half-time encouraging his players rather than issuing complex tactical instructions to them as they panted heavily.

Half time has ended and the second half has begun.

The second half was entirely FC Barcelona’s time.

***

Han Gyul-woo, who visited the stadium, looked at the ground with reddened eyes.

There, Jin-ho Son was seen wearing a uniform that had lost its original color due to dirt and sweat.

Lionel Messi approaches the exhausted Son Jin-ho. Son Jin-ho lowers his posture and focuses on defense while adjusting the positions of his teammates.

Son Jin-ho was fooled by Messi’s body paint and fell comically to the ground.

But none of the Dortmund fans thought it was funny when they saw Son Jin-ho like that.

Son Jin-ho, who had fallen to the ground, got up from his seat as soon as he fell and chased after Messi.

“Shine, my little star Borussia.”

Dortmund fans were moved by the sight of Son Jin-ho, who fell down dozens of times but got back up again like a rock and struggled to stop Messi, and started singing a cheering song.

“Shine your light and show us the way.”

Following right behind Messi, with the cheering Dortmund fans behind him, Son Jin-ho predicted the pass to Xavi Hernandez one step ahead and intercepted it.

“Gino!!”

For the first time in a long time, Dortmund’s counterattack continues.

Son Jin-ho, who took off Andres Iniesta with just an upper body feint as if following Messi, passed a forward pass to the space in front of Lewandowski, who was immediately penetrating Barcelona’s back space.

Busquets stretched his leg, but the pass barely missed his leg and was passed to Lewandowski.

Lewandowski, who had the ball, quickly ran towards the Barcelona camp. At the moment when he was about to shoot while watching the position of Valdes who was jumping out.

Chorrrrrp─!

Lewandowski’s shot was unfortunately blocked by Puyol’s tackle.

“Ahhh─!”

“are you okay!”

“Hey! BVB! Hey! BVB!”

The home fans, who had been holding their heads in disappointment, gave the Dortmund players a round of applause.

Dortmund’s corner kick follows.

Victor Valdes latched onto Marcel Schmelzer’s cross.

FC Barcelona’s attack began again, building up from the back.

***

[Ah! That’s so cruel. Lionel Messi. He grabs the ball and approaches Son Jin-ho again.]

└ Messi, you fucking punk, stop it!

└ Please stopㅠㅠ If this continues, my brother will be ruinedㅠㅠ

[Son Jin-ho, lowering his posture, tries to block Lionel Messi… but no way. Messi easily breaks through Son Jin-ho.]

[Messi enters the penalty box. Alexis Sanchez! Ah! Alexis Sanchez’s shot soars into the sky!]

[The broadcast camera captures Son Jin-ho, who is breathing heavily while resting his head on his knees. He looks very tired.]

└ ㅁㅊ;; My brother has run 12KM so far.

└ It was really visible on the screen, but it just ran like a dog;;

└ Did you run a lot?

└ She ran a lot. Park Ji-song, who is famous for being very active, ran 12~13km before having knee surgery.

└ My brother will be able to run 14km in 90 minutes at this rate?;;

└ Seriously, my whole body feels like it’s screaming right now;;

[Huh? But… Is Son Jin-ho smiling?]

└ Are you dizzy from running so much?

└ ㅠㅠ If it were me, I would have lost my mind a long time ago. ㅠㅠ

***

‘What a real monster of a kid.’

Messi’s dribbling made me laugh.

I thought I had blocked it, but when I came to my senses, the ball had gone between my legs and Lionel Messi had turned and was running.

If Sanchez had been a little more calm, they would have conceded a goal.

As Roman Weidenfeller prepared to take a goal kick, I caught my ragged breath.

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The game resumes with a goal kick from Dortmund, and soon after, FC Barcelona attacks again.

Messi’s dribbling, which changed his center of gravity in an instant, made my body fall to the ground as if I had been shot with a tranquilizer gun.

‘it’s tough….’

I really don’t have an ounce of stamina left.

The scent of blood was coming from the tip of my nose, my legs were shaking so much that it was difficult to even walk, and I couldn’t move my feet as if I was chained.

‘If I give up like this, won’t anyone say anything?’

But still, I got up from my seat and ran straight away.

There was no particular reason.

Just because the final whistle hadn’t blown yet, the crowd in the stadium was still cheering.

So I ran. I ran towards Dortmund’s penalty box with my head down and my eyes focused on the ground.

As he entered the penalty box, he started to roll around on the ground with cramps in his left thigh.

While lying on the ground, I raised my upper body, put strength into my arms, and crawled on all fours.

“Fuck! Gino! Don’t push yourself too hard!”

Jurgen Klopp, concerned about my condition, shouts at me from the touchline in anger.

I ignored Jurgen Klopp’s words and moved to the penalty box.

As I crawl towards Dortmund’s penalty box, Messi passes to Xavi.

Xavi Hernandez quickly looked up and spotted Cesc Fabregas breaking the line and running into the penalty box.

Cesc Fabregas’ shot is cleared by Roman Weidenfeller, who runs wide.

Cesc Fabregas’ shot is slowed down by Roman Weidenfeller.

The moment I saw the ball heading towards the goal, I flew with all my might and thrust my face towards the ball.

Fortunately, he managed to block the ball before it crossed the goal line, and Hummels ran over and kicked the ball out of the touchline.

The referee stopped play as soon as he crossed the goal line. The team doctor rushed over as the Dortmund bench prepared a substitute.

Under the pretext of medical treatment, he bought as much time as possible to allow the Dortmund players to recover their physical strength at least a little.

Only after the stretcher was brought onto the ground did I get up with the help of the team doctor.

“Hey! Son Jin-ho!!”

As I was barely able to get off the field with the support of the team doctor, strangely enough, I could clearly hear Gyul-woo’s voice in my ear.

“… It was the best─!!”

I couldn’t help but smile at the praise that Winter gave while holding back tears in her tearful voice.

***

[Ah… Son Jin-ho leaves the ground while being supported.]

[This is Son Jin-ho who was very active in both offense and defense for Dortmund in this match.]

Applause was heard from the away seats of FC Barcelona, ​​inspired by Son Jin-ho’s fighting spirit.

[FC Barcelona’s away fans also stand up and applaud Son Jin-ho.]

└ I’m a Barcelona fan, but after seeing Son Jin-ho, I found myself rooting for Dortmund ;;

└ F*ck;; It’s clearly ten hundred, but why is the game fun?

└ The game is just so brutal.

└ I couldn’t say anything when I saw him crawling on all fours even though he had really fallen to the ground.

***

The Dortmund players looked at the Dortmund bench, where Son Jin-ho was seen with a bandage on his left thigh, being scolded by Jurgen Klopp.

“Listen carefully. If we score even one goal in the remaining ten minutes, we’ll jump into the Rhine and lose.”

Sebastian Kell, exhausted and at his limit, spoke out of breath.

The Dortmund players nodded to their captain’s words.

The fighting spirit of the 17-year-old boy lit a fire in the hearts of the Dortmund players who were fading away.

With little time left in the game.

All of Dortmund’s attackers, including the entire team, dropped their line and took up defense.

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They started to use every last bit of their remaining stamina.

Roman Weidenfeller’s save and shot hit the goal post.

And the Dortmund players’ body-sparing defense continues.

The game’s ending time is approaching.

FC Barcelona’s final attack unfolds.

Xavi’s pass goes to Messi.

Messi easily got past three Dortmund players and entered the penalty box to fire a shot.

Roman Weidenfeller barely manages to save the ball with his arm outstretched.

Ivan Perisic, who came on as a substitute in a melee in front of the goal, kicked the ball wide.

And then the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Dortmund: FC Barcelona.

[Share ratio 21:79.]

[Shooting 3:28.]

[Score 1:0.]

[MOM: Jin-ho Son.]

It was a miraculous victory created by the fighting spirit of the Dortmund players against the world’s best FC Barcelona.

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FC Barcelona manager Pep Guardiola appeared in the interview room.

“It was an unexpected result. Do you have any regrets about the referee’s decision?”

Pep Guardiola frowned when asked by a reporter.

“No, I don’t regret it at all. It’s an insult to football to claim that this game was a failure. This game was clearly a triumph of the will of the Dortmund players. I applaud their fighting spirit and determination to win.”

Pep Guardiola pointed to another reporter, who briefly introduced himself and revealed his affiliation before asking a question.

“Was there a moment when you sensed defeat?”

Pep Guardiola responded, recalling the young player’s spirited play.

“86 minutes into the second half. After Dortmund’s number 10 left the pitch due to exhaustion, Dortmund’s momentum was broken, but they came back to life.”

“I’ll take one last question. The man in the check shirt over there.”

“You lost to Dortmund in the first leg of the quarterfinals. Are you confident that you can turn the tables in the second leg?”

Pep Guardiola smiled faintly at the reporter’s question and answered with a confident expression, as if no further words were needed.

“The next match is at Camp Nou (FC Barcelona’s home stadium).”

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