Better Not to Go to the World Cup – Public Outrage Explodes
Right after FEFA's official warning letter arrived, the Korean internet world erupted. I leaned back against my bed, watching the real-time reactions pouring into the communities.
Pep's interview had aimed the arrows of fury at the politicians, but now they were redirected at FEFA, this massive external enemy.
Anon: Holy shit, unbelievable. Who the hell are they to tell another country what to do with their national team? Isn't this a sovereignty violation?
Anon: The descendants of Blatter who got caught taking bribes are pretending to be clean now? Clean up your own house lol. GukppongFatalDose: You think we're a joke? If we can't go to the World Cup, we won't. Who are you to threaten us?
Top Comment 1: If that's how it is, let's just withdraw on our own. Too dirty to participate. Ptooey.
I kept scrolling down the screen. Nausea welled up, making my stomach churn, but I decided to watch to the end how ugly this monster called the public could get.
The comment sections laid bare the collective madness of those whose reason had gone numb.
A twitch pulled at the corner of my mouth. They scream about rule of law and justice, blind to how their supported actions are a death sentence for Korean football. Hell, they seemed to pray for that sentence. Only then could their rage be justified.
So goddamn repulsive. I couldn't stomach reading these comments anymore. My gut churned.
The past gets romanticized. I'd seen countless cases—mad cow disease, PyeongChang Olympics, baseball hearings—where mob madness turned lies into truth and spewed fury. I'd been through enough to think I was numb.
But... this...
Recalling past madness from memory's depths must've softened the disgust somehow. Seeing and feeling this collective insanity live, denying even FEFA's official letter and chanting "don't go to the World Cup," it was utterly vile.
Emotions twisted in my gut. For a split second, I wondered if this was demonic possession and quickly slipped into meditative breathing to circulate my qi.
Letting everything go, focusing only on the flow of qi, I finished meditating and scrolled down again.
Do these people really worry about football? Love it more than me? Know it better than anyone, so that's why they say this?
No. Hell no.
They're not worried about football—they're monsters addicted to the thrill of dragging someone down and destroying them.
To these ignorant masses, the World Cup wasn't a stage of players' blood and sweat; it was just disposable fodder to prove their political correctness anytime.
Every scroll reeked of foul hatred. Do they even know what "don't go to the World Cup" means? What butterfly effects it triggers?
Think skipping it lets the association regroup, clear the trash, and qualify again? Nah. They just need a target for their twisted rage and an excuse to justify shitting it out.
They spout justice and revolution like enlightened citizens, but to me, they were just savages dancing around a bonfire, forgetting it was burning their own home.
"What the fuck. This public sentiment is nauseating."
If Pep's interview poked at politicians' arrogance, FEFA's letter pushed the twisted nationalist button in this country's people. The real issue—World Cup participation at stake—vanished. Just primitive rage: "How dare outsiders touch us?"
They don't even know what bullshit they're spewing. If World Cup qualification fails, Korean football's foundation shakes, players' dreams shatter—they don't give a damn. Just need something to bark at, and hyenas smelled blood.
I swallowed a hollow laugh and turned on the joint live stream by Park Hamsu and Mundre.
On screen, Park Hamsu adjusted his glasses with a feigned solemn expression.
"Everyone, you saw the FEFA letter, right? This is the classic tactic of the corrupt old guard. Hiding behind 'expertise' and now dragging in foreign powers to threaten the public."
The chat exploded with curses under the guise of fire support.
Then Mundre jumped in with his signature high-pitched yell.
"No, hyungnim! Isn't this hilarious? Why is demanding transparency 'interference'? The public doesn't want it—why force us to go to the World Cup?! I say better to skip it altogether. Agree?!"
"I think the same. We must cut out the rotten flesh. Even if it means the pain of missing the World Cup, we have to make this call."
Park Hamsu nodded gravely. Un-fucking-believable.
This old fart Park Hamsu doesn't know shit about football—'' as in "chul" (football). He pretends to analyze tactics but just parrots community opinions like a parrot. And Mundre shotgunning next to him? The guy who couldn't control a ball properly in a video a few months ago.
These clowns are inciting tens of thousands to sentence football's future to death. And the masses get drunk on it, singing praises.
Mundre said excitedly.
"Alright, poll's up! Let's show FEFA bastards what the people think!"
Boycott World Cup?
✅ Yes: 90% [50k votes]
❌ No: 10% [5k votes]
The poll Mundre posted racked up tens of thousands of votes in seconds, with results as expected—nearly 90% in favor of boycott.
I stared at the ceiling and let out a deep sigh.