Shooting Trajectory is Visible - Chapter 2



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That day, our team won 4-0 without conceding a single goal.

They say that in a game during physical education, 8 to 9 goals are scored, but I blocked them so well that it ended up being an overwhelming game.

And since then, I have become a full-fledged member of the soccer family.

I didn’t want to do it, but I had no choice.

Everyone is supporting him so much and begging him to be the goalkeeper, so how could he not do it?

And honestly, I felt good when he complimented me like that.

“Oh shit! How did you block it so well! This sucks!”

The red trajectory was clearly visible whenever the opponent attempted to kick the ball towards the goal.

I don’t know why I suddenly started seeing it, and since I don’t usually see it unless I play soccer, I didn’t even think about going to the hospital.

Literally, you only see it when you’re playing soccer, especially when you’re playing goalkeeper.

Anyway, because of this unknown ability, I was called ‘Kim Tekkai’ in class.

My last name is Kim, and my first name is Tekkai in Japanese, which means Kim Cheol-goe.

It is a nickname given to him because he blocks shots as well as an iron block.

I was quickly becoming a hero among the soccer family and was now even competing against other classes.

In particular, the class that is the best at soccer among the second year students is Class 1.

“Hey! It’s coming! It’s coming!”

The ace of class 1, who easily took down the center back who was third in the class soccer rankings, quickly closed the distance and then looked around.

It seems like he’s deliberately hesitating to draw me, the goalkeeper, closer.

If I hadn’t seen the red trajectory, I would have immediately clung to him and tried to block the ball.

but.

‘Tekkai.’

I didn’t leave my seat, shouting “Tekkai” in my mind. Why? Because the red trajectory was drawn above my head, out of reach even if I stretched out my hand.

That is, the guy was deliberately drawing me in and planning to score a goal with a chip shot when I approached.

I guess he thought that because I was so good at blocking, but he definitely has a sense of soccer.

But there’s nothing you can do against someone who can see the future.

When I stood still, the guy was momentarily flustered and then kicked the shot belatedly. The trajectory also changed in an instant. I dived to the left and blocked the shot with my right hand.

Since I was called out as a goalkeeper so many times, diving became easy for me now. Since the field was made of artificial grass instead of sand, it was easier to make that decision.

The guy who had his shots blocked throughout the game is frustrated with my saves this time too and grabs his head with both hands.

“Ahhhhh! This shit won’t go in!”

The ace of class 1 who hits the grass.

Our class’ defenders came running late and hit me on the head with a baton. It meant I did well.

As the corner kick was prepared, the ace of the first team spoke to me.

“Hey. Why didn’t you play soccer in your first year? You were so good at it.”

I responded with a loud voice.

“I just don’t like soccer.”

“Why is the kid I don’t like doing this so well?”

“Just show it. Is it too obvious? If you can see it, you can’t not stop it.”

“Oh my, this jerk… isn’t it cute?”

The ace of the first team, winking one eye, jumps up as the corner kick begins. Is this some kind of prepared play?

But what can I do? I just have to look at the trajectory and block it. I didn’t even look at the guy’s movements, just the trajectory.

And he hugged the ball tightly with a dive.

It may have been a decisive blow for them, but it was too easy for me.

And there was another reason why I kept coming into this football family and playing goalkeeper. It was because I loved the reaction of the opposing attackers who were always frustrated whenever I blocked their goals.

“Ahhh! Shit! Why aren’t you coming in today?”

Opposing attackers hitting the grass with their cleats and hands.

I looked at the trajectory and deliberately did not block it if it was a trajectory that would hit the goal post.

If you just flinch your upper body as if you can’t react, the attackers will love it.

After a few rounds of attack and defense, the match ended.

The score is 2:0.

I continued the 0-run myth once again.

It’s just invincible.

“Kim Tekka! Good! You did a great job!”

My classmates hug me tightly with their sweaty bodies.

I didn’t like it, but I didn’t push them away or anything. These guys are more sensitive than I thought.

“I’ll enjoy the hot dog and cola~”

“looks delicious!”

“I can’t resist a free hot dog~”

The bet for this match is a hot dog and cola set sold at the convenience store in front of the school.

After that, I went to the convenience store and got a hot dog and cola, and became a little closer with my family, and I also became friendly with the guys in Class 1.

*

Our family always eats dinner together.

It was a kind of house rule.

Since Nana and her younger sister neither went to school nor did they go to night school, the rules that had been in place since they were young were still the same.

But don’t misunderstand. I didn’t give up on studying. Nowadays, the times have advanced so much that you can receive high-quality education from first-class instructors through online lectures.

“But why are you playing soccer these days, when you don’t play it at all?”

It was my younger sister, Kim Shin-ah, who was crunching the stir-fried potato strips into her mouth. I looked at my younger sister while eating Osam Bulgogi.

“How did you know?”

“How would you know? It would be strange if you didn’t know that I came home late.”

Those words opened the floodgates.

After that, my parents also became interested. It was usually like this. Just because we eat together doesn’t mean we just eat and leave, but we also talk while eating.

It’s kind of like a wrap-up to end the day.

“Minwoo, do you play soccer? You hate sports. You say the things you hate the most in the world are sweat and bugs?”

“I don’t sweat because I’m a goalkeeper.”

“Ah. Are you a goalkeeper?”

My father suddenly smiled and said.

“You’re not a victim of school violence or anything, are you?”

“Huh? Suddenly school violence?”

Kim Shin-ah nodded at those words.

“It’s possible.”

“What are you talking about?”

“If you force something you don’t want to do, that’s violence. Are you sure you want to do it? Why don’t you go and turn it over?”

“What? I do it because I want to. I’ve played about eight games so far? I haven’t conceded a goal. It’s so much fun to see the opposing attackers frustrated every time I block a shot.”

“Yiyeol. Eight games without conceding a goal? Are you Lee Yoon-jae? You have spider hands.”

···What does Lee Yoon-jae do?

“I used to just study, but sometimes I do this kind of thing and it relieves stress and it’s good. I think it’s not a bad hobby.”

“Pfft!”

“Hey, the rice cake is fried.”

When I glared at Kim Shin-ah, who suddenly burst into laughter, Shin-ah covered her mouth with her hand and muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“No, if someone were to look at me, I’d look like I’m 80 days away from taking the college entrance exam, so it’s just so absurd···.”

“What would a high school freshman know···.”

“You’re a sophomore in high school?”

When I was arguing with my younger sister, my mother intervened.

“Hey, Shin-ah. Didn’t I tell you not to talk to me like that?”

“Oh, yes yes. Brother, you’re also a second-year high school student~?”

Kim Shin-ah glances at her mother with an expression that says, ‘Is it enough now?’

Anyway, you bastard···.

I finished a bowl of rice, put the food on the sink, and went into my room.

I played soccer when I was supposed to be playing games, so now the rest of the time I should be studying.

*

Among the recent trending expressions is the expression ‘making you look like a fool’.

It doesn’t really mean anything, it’s just a derivative of the word “makes you angry.” If you just say “makes you angry,” it doesn’t sound very good, so if you say “makes you ugly,” it’s a word that sounds more irritating than “makes you angry.”

And, it seems like Class 1, which had no class that could keep up with me in soccer among the second year students, was defeated by me.

“No! What if I bring the soccer team? That’s against the rules!”

Our class’s top soccer player, Kang Min-jun, protested to Class 1 for bringing in a first-year striker from the soccer club.

‘It’s like bringing platinum to a bronze game…’

Even though he’s a year younger than us, if he joins us, it’ll be a real showdown.

Many kids in our class, led by Kang Min-jun, were protesting, but I secretly hoped that my friend would get involved.

‘I want to know the limits of my abilities.’

These days, I find playing goalkeeper so much fun that I even searched for it on YouTube.

So now I have a rough idea of ​​how to fly my body.

To be honest, I don’t think I’ll be able to score against regular students, so I wanted to try playing against a slightly higher level opponent.

You could call it a sense of triumph.

“Hey, hey. Instead, without a bet. Huh? No, honestly, you guys are cheating too. Minwoo is so good, you piece of shit! How can you not have conceded a goal up until now? Even the soccer team’s goalkeeper would get eaten once!”

“But still, the soccer club crossed the line···.”

After discussion, classes 1 and 3 decided to show off.

If we win, we buy them sausages and cola, but if they win, it’s nothing.

You must really be pretty beat up to make a bet like this.

Only then did everyone in our class agree.

“Hey. Is this the myth being shattered? Honestly, the soccer team, and that guy’s a striker? Didn’t Minwoo give up 5 goals?”

My family looks at me. I borrowed gloves from my friend who was originally a goalkeeper and struck a pose to block a shot.

“Tekkai.”

The ensuing burst of laughter.

Originally, high school students were at an age where they would smile just by looking at falling leaves.

Soon we headed to the playground to take our positions, and on the way there I overheard the ace of class 1 and the soccer team striker talking.

“Hey. Don’t be so easy. Do the best you can. Okay?”

“Ah, bro. I don’t like working too hard, so I’ll take it easy after I score about 3 goals.”

“···Okay. But don’t take it lightly. He’s been scoreless for 8 games.”

“Phehe. Bro. I’m just a guy who eats and plays soccer. I’ll just show you.”

“Okay. Good.”

The ace of class 1 caught my eye. He smiled. I smiled back.

‘It ignites my passion?’

I turned around and walked towards the goal.

If the defense is not as strong as an automatic door, it is worth blocking.

So I stood as goalkeeper and gave orders to the defenders for almost the first time.

“Kids. Don’t be so nervous, and be proactive. Don’t get caught in the crossfire. No matter how many penalty kicks you see, you’ll score at least one goal.”

“Okay. It’s a soccer club, so it’s a bit tough, but I’ll try my best to defend.”

Everyone nods and makes a decision.

And the game began.

At first, it seemed a little tense, but as the awl in the pocket tends to pop out, the first-year junior striker soon showed a markedly different side from the other students.

Knock, knock.

With just a light tap, our kids were pushed aside like scarecrows.

‘No, fuck.’

Not long after the game started, a 1-on-1 situation was created in an instant.

The soccer player, confident that he had scored, looked to the left and poked the right corner.

And I picked up the ball lightly.

“uh?”

A first-year soccer club member who is surprised.

Where does this kid dare to go?

Does 8 games without conceding a goal seem like a lot?

“Nice! As expected from Kim Tekka!”

“If you can’t stop it, at least close the distance. It’s too open.”

“Oh. Kim Tekka said something. Do your best, defenders. How angry must he be for Tekka to say something?”

I shook my head and threw the ball. In an instant, a counterattack opportunity was created. The soccer team member tilted his head and ran back to where the ball was.

His expression seemed to say, “Perhaps it was just a coincidence?”

Okay, let’s just wait and see. I’ll somehow make this game a shutout.

Our team, which took advantage of the counterattack opportunity, only managed to get a corner kick before handing over possession of the ball to the opponent, and once again it was the opponent’s turn to attack with a threatening attitude.

The soccer club guy was a freshman my junior, but he was still very threatening.

Our defenders realized that they were clearly no match for us and learned to play cooperative defense or not to approach recklessly, but despite that, our defense was always breached.

This time, a shooting chance with one center back in front.

I jerked to the right as I saw a red trail forming.

This is all good, but I have to sense when the shot is coming. Fortunately, both of my eyes were open normally, and I flew at the moment when the soccer team guy’s leg was bent back.

The cold shot is blocked by my two hands.

It’s definitely a threatening shot.

A quick shot aimed at the corner.

The soccer club member tilts his head again, not knowing it would get this far.

“Oh. He’s definitely doing well. It seems like he’s not missing a goal for 8 games for nothing.”

“How is it? Is it okay?”

Our class soccer player Kang Min-jun’s sarcastic remark. The boy nodded as if he was stimulated.

“Honestly, I thought this would definitely work out······ Okay. I’m going to have a really hard time.”

End

ⓒ Doctor Am

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