My Girlfriend Wants Victory - Chapter 83
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The moment Messi rolled over after Son Jin-ho’s tackle.
‘That’s fun.’
A smile appeared on Messi’s lips without him knowing it.
Of course, apart from the smile, a competitive spirit began to burn in my heart.
As Lionel Messi was pounding the ground in disappointment for not scoring in a crucial chance, a peculiar shout was heard in his ear.
“Wow─!”
Strangely enough, when I heard that scream, I felt a rush of excitement for a moment.
I nodded my head as I watched Dortmund’s changed momentum.
And at a young age, I thought it was pretty good.
Because Dortmund, which was clearly showing signs of defeat, is starting to come back to life.
Messi looked at Son Jin-ho, hiding his burning desire to win.
When Son Jin-ho turned his head and their eyes met, Messi smiled and raised his thumb.
For some reason, Son Jin-ho’s face turned pale, but Messi paid no attention and continued to attack in Son Jin-ho’s direction as much as possible.
‘It’s fun. I bet you’re having fun too?’
Messi enjoyed playing soccer for the first time in a long time, seeing Son Jin-ho keep going until the end without giving up.
“Today. Fun. Soccer. Right?”
Lionel Messi, who had taken a shot at Dortmund’s goal, asked Son Jin-ho, who was lying on the ground, in broken English.
I was able to hear an answer from Jin-ho Son, who was barely catching his breath.
“…Do you have multiple ankles?”
“…?”
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However, it was something Messi couldn’t understand, because it was in Korean.
***
Apart from Son Jin-ho struggling against Messi, Dortmund, who had been getting beaten one-sidedly, began to counterattack little by little.
[Flash in the East! Flash in the West! Son Jin-ho intercepts Xavi Hernandez’s pass this time!]
And at the center of it all was Son Jin-ho.
[Son Jin-ho quickly counterattacks! Sabi immediately applies pressure, but he succeeds in easily shaking it off!]
[In fact, Xavi is overshadowed by the title of pass master, but he is a hard worker who runs an average of more than 11km without fail and also has excellent defensive skills. Son Jin-ho is showing a very good performance against Xavi.]
[Son Jin-ho, who has taken off his Xabi, continues to go! Sergio Busquets blocks Son Jin-ho’s way! Son Jin-ho passes to Ivan Perisic on the side without any effort!]
Son Jin-ho’s pass, which had protected the ball from Barcelona’s pressure, was successfully delivered to Ivan Perisic. Ivan Perisic then overtook Puyol, who was playing as left back due to Abidal’s injury, with a quick pace and sent a cross.
Ivan Perisic’s cross hit Robert Lewandowski’s forehead and headed straight for Barcelona’s goal.
[Ivan Perisic’s cross! Ah─! Robert Lewandowski’s header goes just over the crossbar!]
Unfortunately, it did not result in a score.
[Jin-ho Son is giving a round of applause and encouragement to Lewandowski, who is holding his head and blaming himself!]
***
As time went by, Dortmund and Barcelona began to compete fiercely.
I still got beat up by Messi, but I was still able to block the attacks better than in the first game.
And occasionally, they showed sharp counterattacks.
What should I say?
Should we call this a prediction?
Although I can’t express it exactly, I’m starting to have some idea of how Barcelona players will play.
‘now…!’
I was slowly gaining momentum and the moment I felt Iniesta was going to pass, I ran ahead and snatched the pass.
“Run!”
Dortmund’s counterattack begins with me cutting off Iniesta’s pass.
As their eyes meet, we see Robert Lewandowski running into the space behind Pique and Mascherano.
I flicked the ball exactly in front of Lewandowski, timing it as he crossed the defensive line.
Robert Lewandowski, who had a solo chance in an instant, shot as calmly as possible.
Dortmund were awarded a corner kick after a save from Barcelona goalkeeper Victor Valdes.
As the first half’s extra time was about to end.
Marcel Schmelzer’s left-footed corner curled sharply into the box, but Carles Puyol won a duel with Lewandowski and headed it clear.
I was positioned outside the penalty box to stop FC Barcelona’s counterattack, and I ran forward, watching the soccer ball bounce after hitting Carles Puyol’s head.
Time passes slowly, as if it were being played in slow motion.
Suddenly, with my breath caught in my throat, this thought occurred to me.
‘Why do I run so hard?’
Countless answers come to mind.
As I eliminated the numerous answers one by one, soon only one remained.
‘I don’t want to lose.’
I just didn’t want to lose.
There was no greater or lesser reason.
I simply didn’t want to lose.
I just wanted to beat Barcelona in their prime and the god of football.
With only the desire to win left in my heart, I swung my left foot toward the oncoming ball.
“Block it 10 times-!!!”
Carles Puyol pointed my way the moment the ball was struck, but it was too late.
Phew─!!
A shot that lands properly on the instep sinks and then rises in front of the goal, shaking the FC Barcelona goal net.
In Wondergoal, which defied the laws of physics, silence flowed as if time had stopped.
“…Wow waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
After a moment of silence, cheers erupted from the Dortmund away stands, located in a corner of the third floor of Camp Nou.
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The referee, who was awakened from his stiffness by the roar of the Dortmund fans, pointed to the center circle and awarded the goal.
“Hoo …
At Camp Nou, ‘my’ ceremonies and cheers resonated.
“Ho─woo! Ho─woo! Even Barcelona is scared by him! Soon the whole world will know him! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!”
***
FC Barcelona 2(2) : 1(2) Dortmund.
[Son Jin-ho! Hit it! Gooooooooooooooo! Son Jin-ho! Son Jin-ho’s unbelievable wonder goal!!!]
└ ㅅㅅㅅㅅㅅㅅㅅㅅ
└ Wow… What the fuck is that?
[Wow. That goal just now was a goal with a beautiful trajectory that was truly breathtaking. The half-volley shot rose like a torpedo!!]
└ Does it feel like it’s touching the ground?
└ How does the ball float without touching the ground?
└ Seriously lol
└ It doesn’t matter whether it touches or not, it’s a fucking goal.
[Jurgen Klopp runs towards Son Jin-ho, who is performing the ceremony, and shares the joy together!!]
└ Why am I so anxious when the director is running around?
└ Dude, be careful of your hamstring;;
[Just before the end of the first half! Dortmund starts to take the lead by tying the overall score at 2-2 and using the away goals rule!]
***
Half time ended and the second half began.
FC Barcelona, who needed to score one more goal to advance to the semi-finals due to away goals, pressed Dortmund hard with Messi at the center from the start of the second half.
[Lionel Messi catches the ball. And Son Jin-ho blocks his way.]
[I’ve seen this scene many times before, but just seeing it makes my heart race.]
[Lionel Messi’s signature La Croqueta unfolds, and Son Jin-ho loses his balance and falls to the ground.]
Lionel Messi easily shakes off Son Jin-ho and enters the penalty box.
[Lionel Messi enters the penalty box! Mats Hummels runs desperately and stretches his leg!]
Mats Hummels’ tackle tripped Lionel Messi and referee Bjorn Küppers pointed to the Dortmund penalty spot and awarded a penalty.
[Taken! Referee Bjorn Küppers! Penalty kick for FC Barcelona!]
The atmosphere in Dortmund, which had been in a good flow, began to cool down in an instant as if cold water had been poured over it.
“No! It didn’t reach!”
“No way. I’ve seen it before.”
Mats Hummels protested to referee Bjorn Küppers with a look of indignation, but the referee shook his head firmly and upheld the original decision.
[The god of soccer, Lionel Messi, preparing for a penalty kick. Come to think of it, if Messi succeeds in a penalty kick, he can achieve a hat trick.]
Bam.
Sway─!
As the referee blew his whistle, Lionel Messi completed his hat-trick by firing a penalty into the top right corner.
As Lionel Messi scores a hat-trick, cheers for the football god echo through the Camp Nou.
With the goal conceded, Jurgen Klopp brought on a tired Sebastian Kehl and brought on Ilkay Gundogan.
Time flies by so quickly.
The end of the game is approaching.
Dortmund’s last attack unfolds after they barely manage to intercept Sergio Busquets’ pass.
“BVB! BVB! BVB!”
“Booooooooo”
There are cheers from the away side of Dortmund and boos from the home side of FC Barcelona.
Shinji Kagawa’s shot, which he took after penetrating the penalty box, was blocked by the goalkeeper, and the second ball went to Jin-ho Son.
Boohoo─!
Son Jin-ho dropped the ball in front of him with his first touch and attempted a mid-range shot right away before the referee blew the whistle.
Kaaa …
Son Jin-ho’s mid-range shot, which flew at high speed, hit FC Barcelona’s crossbar.
“Hephesito (Mascherano’s nickname)! Kick─!”
The game ended with Mascherano hastily kicking the ball out of the penalty area and out of the touchline.
It was a defeat for Dortmund.
***
The game ended as soon as Mascherano cleared the ball.
“Ha. Fuck.”
I hit the ground hard once while still lying face down.
‘Should I have passed to Perisic on the right flank?’
Regret comes to mind for the choices I had turned away from.
“Gino─! You were the best!!”
I could hear the comforting voices of away fans in my ears. I stood up from my seat to express my gratitude to the away fans who came all the way to Barcelona to cheer me on.
Applaud and thank the away fans.
At that moment, I couldn’t leave the ground because of my remaining regrets.
The dwarf who had been screwing me all day approached me.
‘… Did this kid come here to teabagging?’
The moment he looked at Lionel Messi with fierce eyes.
“Uniform, exchange.”
Messi awkwardly asked to exchange jerseys.
“I’ll win next time.”
I spoke to Messi not as a retired veteran, but as a hot-blooded 17-year-old footballer.
Even though we spoke different languages, I think the meaning was conveyed accurately. Messi answered with a smile.
“whenever.”
It was a moment when not only Gyul-woo’s wish came true, but also a new goal was born.
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