My Girlfriend Wants Victory - Chapter 90



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After Lewandowski scored the opening goal, the aggro of Schalke’s strong ultras was directed at Lewandowski.

“Boooooo─!”

“You disgusting Polish pig!”

Lewandowski winks again as their eyes meet.

Could it be that he has regained some composure thanks to drawing the Schalke fans’ aggro?

I managed to get my play style back.

I ignored all the sounds in my ears and started moving my feet diligently as usual.

This match was more important for Schalke, who is ranked third in the league with 57 points and is fighting for a spot in the Champions League, than for Dortmund, who have already secured the championship.

Schalke started to press hard in an attempt to score an equaliser.

Julian Draxler, starting as a left winger, is seen stripping Lukas Piszczek.

With Dortmund’s defence focused on Julian Draxler, Raul Gonzalez and Klaas-Jan Huntelaar.

Defensive midfielder Jermain Jones was seen running into the penalty box with his hand raised.

Julian Draxler’s cutback follows, spotting Jermain Jones running into the penalty box.

Before the ball was passed to Jermaine Jones.

Boom!

He managed to kick the ball over the touchline one step ahead.

“Nice Gino!!”

“Focus on defense! Don’t lose sight of your players!”

The game resumed with a throw-in from Schalke, and Raul Gonzalez received the ball and passed it into the space in front of Julian Draxler.

Julian Draxler, who had the ball, tried to one-on-one with Lukas Piszczek with a confident look.

Unlike the breakthrough just before, this time Lukas Piszczek managed to stop Julian Draxler.

The following Dortmund counterattack.

Lukas Piszczek intercepted the ball from Julian Draxler and passed it straight to me before starting the overlap.

Schalke’s pressure increases simultaneously with Lucas’ pass.

I took the pressure off Schalke with one simple move.

He pretended to catch the ball with his left foot, fooling his opponent, then passed it between his opponent’s legs with his right heel and into the space in front of Lukas Piszczek.

The ball went straight towards Lucas Piszczek. Lucas Piszczek caught the ball and ran along the touchline.

I also returned the ball and ran quickly towards Schalke’s camp.

Lucas Piszczek has arrived at the edge of the penalty box.

He passed a low, quick pass to Lewandowski.

Schalke’s defenders cling to Lewandowski, who has the ball in his possession with a smooth first touch.

“Leva!!!”

At that moment, I ran into the empty space and called Lewandowski’s name.

Lewandowski, with his back to the Schalke defender, pushed the ball into the space I was running into with the sole of his foot.

I quickly hit the ball that Lewandowski passed to me between the legs of the goalkeeper who ran out to narrow the shooting angle.

Schalke’s goalkeeper desperately tried to close his legs, but unfortunately the ball had already gone through his legs.

The ball went straight into Schalke’s goal net.

I ran straight into Schalke’s goal.

Because this much wasn’t enough.

The moment I picked up the ball and was about to run to the halfway line.

“Hey, baby! Calm down! Look over there!”

Sebastian Kell ran over and grabbed me, then pointed to a corner.

Where Sebastian Kehl pointed, Dortmund fans were waving their own flags with my number painted on them and singing their anthem.

“Walk on, walk on.”

Was it because I was looking out at the audience and focusing on their voices?

Meanwhile, the cheers of Dortmund fans, previously unheard, began to faintly be heard.

Of course, here at the Veltins-Arena, Dortmund fans were a handful compared to Schalke fans.

“With hope in your heart!”

Dortmund fans were excited before the game even started.

“You’ll never walk alone!!!”

I was sending a message at the top of my lungs that I wasn’t walking alone.

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Since Schalke fans started chanting racist songs towards Son Jin-ho, Dortmund fans have been raising their voices in the away stands.

They sang their cheers at the top of their lungs, hoping earnestly.

May their little stars not be hurt by ugly adults.

May the cheers for the little star be heard through the boos.

They continued to sing their cheers without stopping, holding on to their hopes.

After a long period of cheering, the boos from Schalke died down when Son Jin-ho scored an additional goal.

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Their voices reached the players.

At Sebastian Kehl’s gesture, Jin-ho Son turns his head and looks at the away seats of Dortmund.

Son Jin-ho’s eyes widened, and Dortmund fans began to cheer for Son Ji-ho with louder voices.

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[Wow! He’s in! Overcoming all the discrimination and adversity, Son Jin-ho! Score a goal at Schalke’s home stadium!!]

[Dortmund players quickly approach Son Jin-ho to celebrate his goal!!]

└ ? By the way, can’t you hear anything?

└ What are you talking about?

└ Why do I hear that fucking Liverpool cheering song?

└ That sounds good.

└ It’s 100,000 times better than the sound of a monkey crying, really

The moment when viewers questioned the sudden cheering song.

The broadcast cameras panned over the Dortmund stands.

The sight of Dortmund fans of all ages and genders singing their cheers at the top of their lungs was captured on screen.

[Ah… Dortmund’s away fans are singing at the top of their lungs at Schalke’s home stadium.]

└ Wow… .

└What is going on..?

└ I see my brother’s eyes are redㅠㅠ

[Son Jin-ho’s eyes are getting moist thanks to the cheering from Dortmund fans.]

└ Fuck ㅠㅠ Son Jin -ho’s tears are artistically shed.

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└ What is it that only one teardrop is flowing down?

└ Sigh… I want to lick Jin-ho oppa’s tears

└ Those Schalke bastards should just get relegated ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

└ ㅠㅠ Not all Schalke fans are racists ㅠㅠ As a fan who supported Schalke when I studied abroad in Germany, I feel a little sad ㅠㅠ

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The second half began with the first half ending with a score of 2 to 0.

“Are you going to lose in front of your home fans like this!? Don’t be scared! Attack!”

Hupp Stevens, who took over as manager after Ralf Rangnick resigned due to burnout, gave instructions to the players on the pitch with a wry smile.

‘Damn. The movements are completely different.’

Son Jin-ho’s movements, which seemed heavy and timid at the beginning of the game, completely changed once the second half began.

Manager Hupp Stevens once again sees Son Jin-ho lightly shaking off Schalke’s pressure.

Christoph Moritz tugged on Son Jin-ho’s jersey as he ran the ball through his legs.

The referee blew his whistle and declared a foul by Schalke 04.

“Scheiße!”

A foul committed in such a dangerous position, about 26 metres from the goal, drew a harsh gasp from manager Whip Stevens.

“Gino, are you okay?”

“of course.”

Jin-ho Son, who got up while holding Shinji Kagawa’s hand, began preparing for a free kick with an indifferent expression.

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The Schalke crowd started taunting me again as they watched me prepare for the free kick.

Now, racist lyrics that have become familiar to me ring in my ears.

And at the same time, the faint cheers of Dortmund fans reached my ears.

Even though their throats were sore, they raised their voices once again and sang the cheering song.

I can feel the feelings of Dortmund fans who hope that I am not hurt by this incident.

I took a slow breath.

A fierce battle between players breaks out during the process of building the wall.

The referee approaches, intervenes with the players, and when the preparations are complete, he finally lifts the whistle and brings it to his lips.

Beep be …

I heard the referee’s whistle and I slowly ran towards the ball.

He swung his left foot, keeping his gaze fixed on the soccer ball.

Boohoo─!

As soon as the impact was made, Schalke’s players, who had been protecting their vital points, jumped up.

Schalke’s players tried their best to clear the ball, but my shot went over the top of the defensive wall and into what is known as the Yashin zone, where only Yashin can stop it.

Schalke’s goalkeeper desperately stretches out his hand, but the ball just passes through his hand and into the goal net, and the booing Schalke fans begin to fall silent.

As the referee pointed to the centre circle and awarded the goal, I ran towards the Schalke fans.

Unlike before the match started, the Veltins Arena was filled with silence.

I took off the uniform I was wearing there and held it up so that my name and number were clearly visible.

It was both a protest against the racist comments they had made and a show of who the winner of this match was.

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