Shooting Trajectory is Visible - Chapter 86



Only Krnovel

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Entering the second half, the game was sluggish. I briefly analyzed why the game was going this way, and upon closer examination, the reason was simple.

‘We are being pushed back in the Central Plains battle.’

It’s not that Jan lacks tactical talent, but the first half of Hannover vs Holstein ended in a tactical victory for Holstein.

Holstein didn’t follow the tactical principles, but added some variations to the familiar flavor and attacked the flanks well, and if it weren’t for me, the game would have already been decided.

Anyway, Yan is not stupid, so he gave a variation to block the opponent’s variation, and the opponent anticipated it and gave a variation of the variation –

‘Fuck, this is complicated.’

The coaches are really nervous about every game. There is no fight like this.

If the skill gap between the two teams is overwhelming, they will be crushed even if they go with the regular method without any changes, but if the skills are similar, it is ultimately a fight between managers.

And Jan and his opposing coach Raff, both Germans, knew each other well as they had been appointed to the position of coach at similar times.

So it was sluggish.

Since we’ve met each other several times, we have an idea in our heads of what each other will be doing and preparing around this time.

“Get ready!”

I shouted again.

It was Holstein’s chance to attack again.

An opponent coming from the side.

I moved forward slowly, expecting the cross to come up.

But you were wrong.

He just dribbled through it instead of crossing it.

‘These kids, why don’t they cross?’

Holstein were very restrained in their crossing in this match. And Machino received the pass and entered the penalty box.

Gregor Keller, who plays as an attacking midfielder, joined the defense and stopped Machino, but it may have been too much.

“Ahh!”

Machino fell down screaming as if he had been grabbed from behind, and the referee’s decision was······.

Beep─!

It was a penalty kick.

“No, fuck!”

I ran straight to the referee and protested.

“Anyone can see that this is overacting! No, this is not right!”

I was so excited that I forgot to speak German and shouted in Korean, “dada da.” But the referee shook his head with a stern expression.

“No. I won’t change it. I have no intention of changing it. Go back quickly.”

“Oh, shit!”

“You Sibal?”

Oh shit. That’s right. Do these people understand Korean swear words? Ah···.

And then the card is pulled out again.

It was yellow.

“No, referee! Isn’t this decision a bit strange?”

Corsic also runs over and tries to protest with his face red, but the referee shakes his head with a firm expression.

“No. Go back.”

under···.

The referee then put his hand to his ear for a moment as if he was going to look at VAR, then shook his head and went on with the action. Damn.

‘It’s okay. Penalty kicks are what I’m most confident in. Just don’t be nervous.’

I stood in front of the goal, sighing and looking at the opposing kicker. The kicker had not been decided, so there were two people arguing over the ball.

It was Machino and Piccolo.

Don’t Japanese players usually come forward when something like this happens? That’s surprising.

Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ll stop whoever is driving.

***

“Pickler. Give it to me.”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden? I’m the kicker.”

The official kicker was Pickler, but Machino did not back down.

“I have a good feeling. I have to get it. I think I’ll get it this time.”

“No. I’m the kicker.”

After a fierce battle between the two, Pickler eventually decided to step down. Machino, who had never caused trouble with this kind of issue since he transferred, did not back down at all on this issue.

And the second kicker was also Machino.

There was a slight commotion coming from the bench, but Machino stood in front without wavering.

‘Knock, and the door will be opened to you…’

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Kim was floundering in front of the goal, acting crazy. I didn’t care.

The referee briefly commented on the penalty kick rules, then put the whistle to his lips and blew it.

‘Watch your opponent’s movements until the end.’

Machino approached Kim slowly, reading his every move.

For this day, Machino practiced a lot and did a lot of simulations just in case.

The person he specifically chose as his penalty kick teacher was Neymar.

When Neymar is on a penalty kick, he rolls his foot and watches the opposing goalkeeper’s movements until the very end, then lightly flicks the ball in with the opposite foot of the opponent.

Machino has seen it thousands of times and has actually practiced it hundreds of times.

And the body moved as it had practiced.

Roll your feet like Neymar.

He stares at his opponent as if he is going to kill them, and he watches them until the end.

And on the opposite side of the step······.

‘what.’

Kim stood there, facing away, motionless.

Doing nothing.

Wait a minute. This isn’t a scene I’ve ever seen in a thousand simulations.

But the ball is right in front of you. Now it’s time to kick it.

Machino felt something was wrong, but he kicked hard into the right corner.

Boohoo-!

But the speed wasn’t that fast because the car was too far ahead. And instead of blocking the ridiculous shot, Kim caught it with both hands.

“ah.”

The Hannover defenders rush to embrace Kim, but he screams and sprints forward instead.

It was an order to counterattack.

All of us who realized the situation belatedly ran back, but Machino could not.

He blinked and placed his left hand on his forehead.

“Now you are teacher.”

Pickler patted the back of her head and gave her a light consolation. Machino bit his lips and looked at Kim.

“Sibaru.”

*

I burst out laughing after finishing the PK situation.

‘Does the 13-year-old know that he’s Neymar?’

You dare to play Neymar-style psychological warfare against me?

Do you think I wasn’t prepared for that situation after the Dortmund game?

Just as a magpie will get its legs torn if it follows a stork, a striker playing in the second division will get his legs torn if he tries to follow a striker who once dominated European football.

If it was Neymar, he would have just shot it into the right corner in that situation. Thinking, “How dare this arrogant kid?”

Then, even if you know, you can’t stop it.

Even if you dive late, it’ll be after you get in.

But Machino is not Neymar.

Machino is just Machino.

A young Japanese striker playing in the Bundesliga 2nd division. That’s about it.

Perhaps the gap between Neymar and Machino is about the same as that between Badger and Krillin.

If Kuririn does what Badger wants, he’ll have to risk getting his limbs crushed. Yeah.

“Oh, I couldn’t put it in.”

I blocked the penalty kick and immediately led the counterattack with a quick and accurate kick, but it did not lead to a good result.

And then there was Corsic, who arrived late.

“Hamburg scored a goal.”

“okay?”

It’s okay. We still have Jean Pauli.

“Jean Pauli also scored a goal.”

“······.”

Should I buy this?

***

Even if the game is played at the same time, the time ends differently depending on the flow of the game.

And here, Jean Pauli was the first to be finished.

Score 1:3.

Of course, away team captain Pauli is in the ‘3’ position.

The substitution worked well, and after one goal, Behen crumbled like grains of sand.

“It’s a promotion. It’s a promotion.”

Fabian, under coach Jean Pauli, clenched his fists and suppressed an uncontrollable smile.

The game was essentially over, but I wanted to pop the champagne after the game was completely over.

“Coach, it’s over. There are no variables. Hannover is still 0-0, and Hamburg is still 1-0. If it ends like this, we’ll win the championship, and even if Hannover scores, we’ll be promoted.”

“I know, but let’s enjoy the joy for a little while. Got it?”

“Oh, yes!”

The goal difference with Hamburg was not a difference that could be overturned in just one game.

And then one minute of extra time passes and the game ends.

“Waaaaaaaaaah!”

Fans who came all the way to Behen invade the pitch. The manager enjoys this situation. Promotion!

The coaches and players also celebrated with the fans who came running.

“Jean Pauli confirms promotion! Now Jean Pauli is going to the first division! The Hannover-Hamburg match is not over yet, but Jean Pauli’s promotion is confirmed!”

A short shout from the relay team.

And at the same time, the match between Hamburg and Nuremberg was also drawing to a close.

Hamburg took the score 1:0 without any pressure.

However, unlike St. Pauli, the atmosphere was tense and promotion was not a certainty.

“Hannover should end 0-0.”

The coach bit his lip. No matter how much he thought about it, it was regrettable. Holstein should have kicked a penalty. Damn it.

And then the whistle blows.

The game is over.

The commentator explained the current situation in a voice that tried to remain calm.

“Currently, Jean Pauli is in first place with 65 points, and Hamburg is also in second place with 65 points. The only difference between them is goal difference. And there is still the Hannover game left.”

“The match time between Hannover and Holstein is currently just past the 87th minute of the second half. Including extra time, there are about 5 to 6 minutes left. The score is 0:0. If Hannover wins, all three teams will be tied, but Hannover will win on goal difference.”

“And if Holstein wins, they will be level on points with Hannover, but Hannover will remain third on goal difference. Even if they draw, Hannover will still be third. It looks like a win is what Hannover needs now.”

“Holstein’s motivation seems to have dropped considerably. Whether they win or lose, they are in a situation where they cannot make it into the top three. That may be why Hannover is pushing hard, but Holstein is barely holding on.”

“It looks like Hannover are holding onto their trouser legs so tightly that they can’t win.”

All the away fans who came to Behen were watching the match between Hannover and Holstein on their mobile phones.

Players and coaches also gathered in a circle on the field, holding their cell phones and anxiously watching Hannover’s game.

“Please. Jebaal···.”

One of the players knelt down and prayed fervently, and the coach felt the same way.

Hannover’s win doesn’t mean they’ll miss out on promotion, but the playoffs were hell. Last year they were eliminated and had to stay in the second division. This year they absolutely didn’t want to experience that.

***

I glanced at the audience.

Hannover fans were on the verge of fainting.

Some fans were seen shedding tears, while others were seen sobbing and holding their heads.

Between the championship and the playoffs.

Hanover stood between the two paths, and now, in a matter of minutes, he was walking down one of those two paths.

A jaw-dropping prize pool and a direct passage to the first round, or a final death match in the pit of hell? They’re polar opposites.

‘What should I do? What should I do here?’

I am a goalkeeper.

You can prevent a team from losing, but you can’t make them win.

All of Hannover’s field players were mobilized to attack, but Holstein, who now had less than a 1% chance of promotion, was finally blocking our attacks.

Now that it’s come to this, it looks like he absolutely cannot stand to see you smiling.

‘Please get out of the way. You’re finished!’

Those who are meant to live, must live!

Why are you so shabby?

And then regular time ended and extra time came. The extra time was 3 minutes.

under···.

As I watch anxiously in front of the goal, I feel my heart burning with each passing second.

“Please do it. Please.”

I never thought I’d say something like this.

I’ve heard people ask me to do it many times, but I never thought I would end up asking them to do it.

And the game continued in Holstein’s camp.

But there is no sign of it going in.

The other party stopped the bus, and the clock was ticking. If this were to happen, it would really be the end.

Even the defenders were all up and there was no one near me. I was standing there, quietly guarding the goal, like an isolated island.

And then a corner kick situation occurs.

If the flow continues like this, it seems like it’s time for the final attack, but I can’t stay still and start going up quickly.

The coaches also motioned for us to go up quickly.

‘I’m going crazy, I’m going crazy.’

Hamburg and Jean Pauli will probably be watching our situation too, because both teams need our game to decide whether they will be promoted or win the title.

As we entered the penalty box, it was literally packed with people. It was packed with players.

All the players on the field were cramped into this small space.

There were a few players spread out here and there trying to get at loose balls, but they weren’t very visible.

I stood near where there were a lot of players and the referee blew his whistle.

Now, extra time has passed.

This is really the last one.

The corner kicker was Gregor Keller. The guy who gave away the penalty. And with a pop, the ball came up.

The ball didn’t reach me and bounced off my header in the middle.

The ball bounced off the players’ heads and bodies several times······.

‘What the fuck!’

Why is this in front of my feet?

I felt my heart sink and the opposing goalkeeper and the players around me were shaking.

‘I have to!’

There was no other thought.

I kicked the round, circular sphere in front of my feet with my foot.

The opposing goalkeeper reacted quickly and blocked the shot by spreading his body like a spider, but my shot went over the goalkeeper’s head and landed in the center of the goal.

It was an unbelievable goal. I scored. The net was shaking, so it was certain.

At that moment, a sound of something exploding was heard nearby.

And then my eyes went dark.

When I came to my senses, there was a crowd of spectators gathered in front of me and they were doing something.

I don’t know when, but I was surrounded by spectators, and so were the other players.

I realized too late that these men were kissing and hugging me.

With shouts of “Kim Kim Kim” and “I love you”.

“It’s a win!”

“We won!”

“Kim! Kim!”

I was out of my mind, but there was one feeling that came over me, and that was an overwhelming sense of happiness I had never felt before.

I was so happy that it was incomparable to any happiness I had ever experienced in my life.

That feeling spread and rose up to every corner of my body.

“Hahaha!”

I enjoyed this moment.

The goalkeeper scored a goal!

End

ⓒ Doctor Am