The Butterfly Effect: Iran's 10-0 Massacre
The 50 Million Bandwagon Fans' butterfly effect left the midfield center wide open, and the meager two-man defense crumbled like scarecrows under Iran's razor-sharp passes.
By the 30th minute of the first half, the score was 4-0.
As the second half kicked off, Iran pushed their midfielders all the way forward, toying with Korea's two defenders like it was a joke. Coach Myeongbak had no intention of changing tactics. The players tried having even the forwards drop back to defend at first, but with seven forwards, there was no way the defensive line could sync up—they just bumped into each other clumsily. Since the coach kept demanding attack plays, the players soon charged out, turning it into pure all-out attack tactics.
In the end, the Korean team failed to score even once, suffering a humiliating final score of 10-0. Was Coach Myeongbak looking pleased? Or was that just my imagination?
That day's record became the worst in Korean football history for an A-match: most goals conceded, biggest margin of defeat. And this was merely the prelude to the total explosion and shattering of all logic in the football world.
After the crushing defeat to Iran, the locker room air was heavier than a funeral. No one could lift their heads. But Coach Myeongbak stood at the whiteboard with a strangely relieved expression.
"10-0. Congratulations. We did exactly what the people wanted."
The coach smirked.
"Blazing attacks? Seven forwards? There, it's done. I kept my promise. Now it's your turn to face the public's judgment—but remember, you players did nothing wrong."
We players had a vague sense of what the coach intended, but we didn't know the full story behind it. We just figured the nation was out for his blood, tormenting him, turning him into dogshit through YouTube and media plays. The fallout must've broken him mentally. In the nationwide frenzy of piling on, few survive. Most can't take it and kill themselves. Once the suicide news hits, that's when the same people who went quiet start holding funerals, saying folks went too far, that the mob overdid it. It looked like performative sentimentality after they'd hounded him to death themselves.
That was partly right, partly wrong. The truly quiet ones focus on their own shit no matter who's getting flamed. Sometimes they even call for restraint when the mob gets excessive, but those voices get no traction without the mob's backing. They just become the second round of targets. That's the shitshow of public opinion in this fucked-up country.
Ever since the president's decree proclaiming Article 1, Clause 1: Cultural Respect Right, every citizen wielded freedom of expression—and they consumed it as Lekka content. It started with good intentions: respecting people's expressive freedoms. But the 50 Million Bandwagon Fans piglets turned it into Lekka fodder. Maybe the president meant well, maybe the experts in every ministry had shiny blueprints—but the result was a total clusterfuck, and they all bear responsibility. But no one takes it.
What I'm calling out is simple: Why the fuck did they crown these 50 Million Bandwagon Fans with an unmanageable tiara called Cultural Respect Right, turning them into kings? Isn't that right? Dogs need dog food, pigs need instant noodles. Hand a piglet a pearl necklace, and you're lucky if it doesn't choke. Did the president not know? Did the ministers and experts not know? There's dereliction of duty, and then there's this level of dereliction.
Thanks to that, the side effects exploded: creepy fucks spamming cumshots over TS porn and weird fetish shit, flooding BL stories with idols or alphas. We even had to "respect their culture." Until it all spilled over, anyway. Back then, it was all in the shadows—they knew shame and hid. No need to drag them into the light. Not everyone can live with the same ideology or thoughts; there are daylight folk and shadow folk, we figured. At least shadows respected in shadows, daylight in daylight. But we didn't expect them to multiply like roaches, laying eggs everywhere.
If I'd known, would I have killed myself with football? Nah, I wouldn't have regressed either.
With no brakes whatsoever, Article 1 Clause 1 turned it all into "freedom of expression." Their cultural invasions hit barriers at first, but starting with a VTuber concert at Sangam World Cup Stadium in Seoul, they started showing their faces in the light. Then ministers started pandering for votes, sticking their spoons everywhere, creating this mess. Shadow culture shines only in the shadows. I respected it enough not to invade, but under the banner of "freedom," their bullshit started invading real society. Brakes tried to kick in but got smashed by public backlash and failed.
Was it protests demanding respect for their fun too? When the Seoul mayor tried blocking the protests and calling for mutual respect—including daylight culture—he got dogpiled by opinion and backed down. Thanks to that, our growing future—our youth—started maturing amid that dogshit protesting, and kids saw adults raising no issues and thought, Ah, this must be the right world, drawing the wrong conclusions.
Adults are supposed to have adult virtues, but congressmen—our "people's reps"—pander for votes by dipping spoons into shadows, pitting sides and dragging it into opinion wars, kickstarting total cultural invasion. Fucking hell. Those creeps invaded daylight everywhere, and eventually football too. Halftime shows bringing in VTubers for festivals, national tax-funded football promo treating VTubers better than players. That's the shitshow.
Once shadows became daylight—or rather, daylight got pushed out—shadows sprouted like weeds, and calling it "shadow" made you the problem. You can't even guess the scale of that butterfly effect. That's why I killed myself with football. I didn't know.
Our society's problems all stem from tiny, trivial butterfly effects. Loosen one restraint, and they all unravel. That's the butterfly effect.
The morning after the Iran debacle, Coach Myeongbak submitted a one-line resignation: "I can no longer bear the national public's opinion," and vanished.
He probably demanded responsibility for the tragedy born of the masses' rage—abandoning football logic to do so—in this way. But Coach Myeongbak was a coward too. He's the coach. He should've been unshakable. Sure, it'd be tough—people trying to kill you on the street, finger-pointing, media turning you into a pariah so you can't show your face in Korea. I could grant him a pass for that. But that's separate from calling him a coward. I get it; he's just spineless.
Right after the 10-0 Iran loss, outside the stadium, the bandwagon fans' boiling rage was in full swing.
The real-time comment feed at the bottom of the screen exploded.
Yeah, damned if you do, damned if you don't. Even after Coach Myeongbak resigned, the nonstop bashing continued.
Fucking hell, those bastards.