Shooting Trajectory is Visible - Chapter 3



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Since then, I have been blocking the soccer club guy’s attacks time and time again. Fortunately, the defense has a quick learning ability, so I didn’t get caught up in the first place without being able to do anything, and the chances of getting back to the guy have definitely decreased compared to the beginning.

The guy’s expression, which had been high-spirited at first, quickly deteriorated as the time limit approached, and even the score was 1:0. We were ahead by one point.

But a godsend opportunity came to Class 1.

Our class’ third-ranked center back got excited and tried to defend too hard, making a sliding tackle, which resulted in a penalty kick that didn’t need to be awarded.

“Hey! Why are you doing that!”

Im Do-hyeon, ranked third, shook his head at Kang Min-jun’s criticism.

“Oh, I’m sorry. This kid was too tough and overdone it. Sorry.”

“Ah, that’s enough. Tekkai will do it.”

Kang Min-jun, in first place, and Im Do-hyeon, in third place, looked at me with shining eyes. Since it had come to this, I nodded and pointed my index finger at the soccer player preparing for the penalty kick.

It was a gesture to tell me to give it a try.

I saw Shaolin Soccer a few days ago and wanted to give it a try.

The soccer player wiped off his sweat and made a face like, ‘Huh? Look at this little kid?’ as if he had been properly stimulated.

And then the PK started.

The soccer club guy looked at me and ran towards me with all his might, probably trying to finish it off quickly.

Of course, I had already made my decision before the guy even kicked me.

My decision is,

‘Get stronger.’

Stay still.

Then, a strong shot flew straight to the center. It was quite fast and scary, but I blocked it with both hands thanks to my experience.

As soon as the guy failed, he rushed towards me, but I blocked him and lay down.

“Wow!”

Never again will you ignore a goalkeeper who has kept eight clean sheets in a row.

I got up and looked at the soccer player, and he was sighing with a frown on his face.

I smiled brightly.

And then the scheduled time passed and the game ended.

***

Soccer coach Yoo Jin-ho, who was watching the game from afar, was dumbfounded.

‘What is that kid doing over there?’

One of his disciples was playing in a neighborhood soccer game.

Even though he is a freshman and cannot take away the starting position from the upperclassmen, this is a bit much.

Isn’t it like adults playing with children?

Eugene Yoo took a deep breath and watched the game of soccer (it was too low level to be called soccer) from a distance.

As soon as the ball game started, his student created a goal opportunity. He quickly got past the ball and ended up in a one-on-one situation with the goalkeeper.

Yoo Jin-ho thought as he looked at the sight.

‘I’ll have to scold that kid later…’

But I couldn’t even take advantage of that opportunity.

I arrogantly blocked the ball, but it was completely read by my opponent.

“Oh my. You are being so annoying.”

With nothing better to do, Yoo Jin-ho sat down in the stand, resting his chin on one hand and glaring at his disciple.

After that, goal opportunities continued to arise.

But strangely enough, the goalkeeper blocked it well.

I blocked everything that I thought was put in and eaten.

Yoo Jin-ho, who was watching from afar, also nodded.

“You’re blocking it well.”

Except for blocking, everything else was at a childish level, but he blocked one thing really well.

The game, which lasted 20 minutes in each half, did not result in a single goal until the end of the game.

“What the hell is that kid doing? Why is a kid who only eats and plays soccer struggling with a high school student who is studying?”

The score was trailing 0:1.

But at the end, they were bickering amongst themselves over excessive defense and a penalty kick was awarded, and the kicker was one of their students.

I’ll put it here.

If you can’t put it in here, it doesn’t make sense.

If he couldn’t put it in, Eugene Ho was thinking of grinding that kid into a blender.

and······.

“Oh my! That’s real.”

Eugene Yoo, who had been watching for 40 minutes, got so absorbed in it that he hit his forehead.

I hit it dead center, but it was read by the opponent again. It was a shot that was blocked so helplessly.

“That’s good. You read the mind well.”

It was amazing and amazing how the opposing goalkeeper kept blocking opportunities that were as good as a goal.

If he had only been a middle school student, I would have run to him and told him to join the soccer club, but as a high school student, well…

Anyway, that’s how the game ended.

After watching the game, Eugene Ho stood up from his seat.

The soccer club’s warm-up is about to begin, and I plan on giving that little brat a really good beating.

***

Kim Jun-young, a freshman at Suyang High School and a member of the soccer team, felt wronged.

My older brother, who I had been close with since middle school, begged me to play in a casual soccer match as a mercenary. Either my condition was not good or the goalkeeper was possessed by a god who only comes once every ten years, so he blocked all of my shots.

I was curious about the identity of the senior goalkeeper who blocked all the chances that seemed to be going well, even penalty kicks, so I asked him about his personal information after the match.

“Brother. Did you ever play soccer before?”

But the answer that came back was cold.

“No? I’ve been doing this recently.”

“Ah… So you’ve never even lightly learned soccer?”

“Yeah. I’ve been having fun with it lately, so I’m working hard.”

“Ahh. You blocked it so well. You’re amazing.”

The senior seemed happy to be recognized by his junior who was part of the soccer club, so he answered with a big smile.

In fact, up until this point, I would have just thought it was one of those things that happens once in a while in life.

“Hey. Kim Jun-young. Are you a kid who only eats and kicks the ball and you go play soccer with regular students?”

“Oh, that, Director. That’s why. A really close friend of mine asked me to jump in just once-”

Yoo Jin-ho, who was rumored to be a foul-tempered director, cut her off without even listening to the end.

“Hey! I’m really, really pissed. Yeah. I could run. But you’re really running with all your heart and you can’t score a goal in that neighborhood soccer game? Are you a soccer kid? It’s so embarrassing to watch!”

“······sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing to me? You should be apologizing to your parents! If they knew you were kicking the ball like that, they would be in tears! They must have lost thousands of dollars just to support you!”

The padrip he heard before he even warmed up was enough to make Kim Jun-young’s insides boil.

“Since it doesn’t seem like it’ll work out anyway, why don’t you just give up now and look for another path? Okay? It’s much better to give up now than to give up later when you’re much older. Adults call that kind of choice a ‘decision.’”

He remained silent with his head bowed.

I want to kill him, but the reality is that all I can do is remember to count three times before I can bear it.

“Ah. No. You just switch positions. If you can’t score a single goal even among regular students, then you have no talent as a striker.”

“······.”

“Hey you little punk! Don’t answer me!”

“······.”

“Hey, you little shit. Hey. Lift your face.”

Kim Jun-young couldn’t raise his head. If he did, he felt like he would look ugly.

“Now you’re going to disobey orders? Hey. Song Jae-hyun. Make that kid raise his head.”

The second-year senior next to me approached me hesitantly and whispered softly.

“Raise your head, you little shit. If you don’t want to get beaten up later.”

Ouch!

Kim Jun-young, startled, quickly raised his head.

Then Yoo Jin-ho clicked his tongue as if he was dumbfounded.

“Are you crying? What did you do well enough to cry about? What did a kid who couldn’t score a single goal in a neighborhood soccer game do well enough to cry about?”

The atmosphere in the soccer club was somewhere between cold and hostile. In a word, it was the worst.

Everyone just bows their heads and watches Yoo Jin-ho’s sudden outburst.

Kim Jun-young was overcome with anger and resentment after hearing the words, “He should give up soccer,” on top of the verbal abuse, so he decided to just say something.

Yes, I couldn’t score a goal in the local football, but just hit it and grind it to that dog.

“Isn’t that too much?”

“······what?”

The surrounding soccer club seniors looked at Kim Jun-young in surprise. How dare you say something like that to a coach who is as good as heaven? That was the kind of expression they had.

“That guy is better than most soccer goalkeepers, but isn’t it possible that he can’t score? He could be a genius!”

“······under.”

Eugene Ho glared.

His sharp gaze made my heart flutter as if it was squeezing my heart, but since I was going to leave anyway, I didn’t want to end it with just that kind of comment.

“And, is that okay if you’re a director? Can you really say something like that if you’re a director? The only thing you’ve lost is your age, so why are you judging other people’s lives so carelessly!”

“Hey you son of a bitch!”

It wasn’t Yoo Jin-ho.

It was Song Jae-hyun.

The second-year senior was startled and grabbed Kim Jun-young by the collar.

“Are you crazy? Are you going to quit soccer?!”

“Yes, damn it. I don’t do it. It’s dirty, so I don’t do it. You fucking seniors would beat me up for no reason. That fucking director would come and scold me and take bribes from my parents. I won’t do it, fucking do it! I won’t do it!”

Kim Jun-young, whose emotions were at their peak, roughly pulled Song Jae-hyun’s hand away.

“Coach, thanks for the life tip. I’ll give up soccer. Okay?”

Kim Jun-young crossed the soccer team. It was over now. But inside, he was worried about what would happen next.

‘Fuck···.’

What should I do now? I’ve stopped studying. What should I say to my parents who have supported me until now?

But right now, those thoughts didn’t seem important.

Now, all I can feel is the excitement of finally doing something I had only imagined and the passionate stares of my soccer club seniors and peers who look at me like I’m crazy.

“Hey. Stop.”

The director was Yoo Jin-ho.

I ignored it. If you stop here and listen to those words, you’ll get hurt.

As I continued walking, someone grabbed my shoulder. It was a strong grip. Disgust and anger surged through me, and I turned around.

As expected, it was Yoo Jin-ho. His face was filled with anger.

“Can you take responsibility for those words?”

“Let go.”

“Can you take responsibility?”

“Responsibility? What responsibility can there be when you’re leaving everything behind?”

He shook off Yoo Jin-ho’s hand and slapped him.

“Just do what you’ve been doing. Be the king among the kids.”

Yoo Jin-ho glared at me with a silent and fierce aura. In the past, I would freeze and be terrified by those eyes, but not anymore. No, actually, I’m still scared now.

Kim Jun-young forcibly resisted the ominous aura. After glaring, he turned around and walked away.

Whatever happens, this will be a turning point in your life.

End

ⓒ Doctor Am

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