Nakamura Kenji Faces Defeat in the Historic Final
The Olympic men's football final against Spain had sparked a worldwide explosion of reactions.
The 3-0 victory over the host nation Spain, the innovative tactics, and the goalkeeper's spectacular saves had captured the eyes of football fans everywhere.
News broke even before the match ended, and broadcasts unrelated to soccer added scrolling captions announcing the national team's triumph.
Meanwhile, in the other semifinal, Japan stunned Brazil 2-1, turning the matchup into a Japan-versus-Korea clash that only intensified the heat from both sides.
South Korea plunged into pure festival atmosphere.
The football team, once rocked by massive controversy, had somehow clawed its way to the semifinals. And now the semifinal opponent was their blood enemy, Japan, drawing every eye in the nation.
Overlapping historical context and the dream of Olympic glory turned the game beyond sports into a matter of national pride.
And that passion flowed straight to the players.
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soccer_lover_kr - Tae-woo player is way too handsome!
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My Instagram follower count had skyrocketed overnight, and not just mine—Lee Tae-yang, Yoo Hee-sung, and other nationally unknown players saw explosive growth too.
I could feel just how deep South Korea's obsession with the Olympics had become.
Plus, every TV channel was broadcasting nothing but Olympic highlights.
["Breaking news. The South Korean national football team defeated host Spain 3-0 in the Madrid Olympics men's final and advanced to the semifinals."]
["The semifinal opponent is Japan, who beat Brazil to reach this stage. The final will be a Korea-Japan clash."]
["They started rough but stayed rock-solid. Our players are incredible!"]
YouTube exploded with soccer content.
["Hey bro, when I watched, I thought this Japan-Korea match was the main event."]
["Hey Youiru, today we're talking Olympics. Actually, our record against Japan is 0-3 lately. But I think this time it's different. Listen up? I was stunned watching yesterday's game. Our players have leveled up big time. Jung Tae-woo's performance was insane, and the team's organization is sharper than ever. This is our golden chance to beat Japan."]
Every media outlet was calling for South Korea's victory.
'Not that easy, though.'
We had focused on topping the group mainly to face Japan, but Japan had earned their spot with pride, beating Brazil to reach the semifinals.
They were no pushover. Recent head-to-head showed us trailing 0-3.
Japan led in organization and technical skill. Our team had grown astonishingly, but that didn't guarantee a win.
And too much hype could breed overconfidence in the players—turning an asset into a liability.
Manager Cheon Mu-seok had warned about it in an interview.
"Japan is a strong team. Beating Spain doesn't mean we can rest. We need to prepare even more carefully."
'Of course, it's not that simple.'
Think about it. After nothing but criticism, suddenly everyone praised you. How could that not feel weird? Actually, it would feel pretty good.
Only me and Seo-joon-hyung had real experience—everyone else was just a kid.
Would they handle the attention and praise well?
I didn't think so.
'Still, at least I'm the protagonist, so maybe it won't go to my head.'
Hee-sung, who had come over to our room, watched his phone calmly while I laughed on the outside.
"Hee-sung-ah, what are you staring at so hard?"
I peeked over his shoulder at the screen.
- Mom, Dad! We made the semifinals!!
Mom - Our son is so proud! Dad and I watched on TV and you were amazing!!!
Dad - When your shot went in, the whole neighborhood almost left!
- It was really cool, right?
Mom - Of course~ who wouldn't be? You look so handsome and play so well. Who do you take after?
Dad - Hmph, my genes are strong.
Mom - What about your genes? It's because I gave birth to you!
- No, it's just Mom and Dad being amazing.
Mom - That's right, your personality is just like mine. Aigoo, the phone's ringing again, Hee-sung-ah. Everyone's calling because you played so well in the Olympics. Go, our son!
Dad - Call us anytime if you get tired.
- Love you.
Hee-sung was still a kid after all.
'Yeah, Mom will be calling a ton too.'
* * *
At that exact moment, as expected, Yoon Seo-jung's phone wouldn't stop ringing.
Ziiing—Ziiiing—
"Hello?"
["Oh my, Tae-woo mom! You raised him so well! How is he so tall and skilled?"]
["Aigoo, thank you. I was shocked too. I never knew Tae-woo could do this."]
Yoon Seo-jung answered modestly, but pride bloomed in her chest.
The bell rang again the second she hung up.
Ziiing—Ziiiing—
["Seo-jung-ah, Tae-woo is amazing! How does a goalkeeper score like that? He's our country's treasure."]
["Thank you, Eun-joo. I watched it on TV and was stunned too."]
Messages from friends and relatives kept coming.
[Chat Alert]
Cousin - Seo-jung-ah, Tae-woo was so cool. We're all cheering for our family!
[Text Alert]
Aunt - Our nephew is so proud. Take care of your health.
Our son is playing in the Olympics and our daughter debuted as an idol...
'Hey, did I raise the kids well?'
Tears glistened in Yoon Seo-jung's eyes—joy, pride, and a deep longing for her late husband all mixed together.
And if her husband were here,
'You've worked hard, Seo-jung.'
He probably would have praised me.
Even though I couldn't hear it, that warm voice somehow lingered in my ear.
I wiped the corners of my eyes with the back of my hand and smiled. Knowing he was watching from the sky, I promised myself I'd give everything.
Yoon Seo-jung took a deep breath and exhaled. She picked up her phone to message Tae-woo but hesitated.
Would this sudden attention burden him?... The worry flashed through her mind.
After a moment, she carefully typed the message.
- Our son, Mom is so proud of you. Dad is watching from the sky too. Take care of yourself, don't overdo it, and stay in your own pace. Don't worry. Our whole family is on your side.
After sending it, she gazed out the window. The clouds floating in the clear sky looked just like her husband.
She stared at them a while and remembered the past—raising Tae-woo and Mina together, tough but happy days...
Then her phone buzzed with Tae-woo's reply.
Son - Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm doing great. And watch the next game. I'm going to play my best this time too.
["Hey, our kids grew up so well, right? I wish you were here to see it... but Tae-woo is holding up strong."]
A moment later, Yoon Seo-jung stood up with a deep sigh. She walked to the living room and turned on the TV. The news still showed clips of Tae-woo's heroics. She smiled and watched her son's face on screen.
"Tae-woo, you've really grown up well."
She picked up her phone again and sent Mina a message too.
- Hold on, daughter. Mom is cheering for you.
Daughter - I love you, Mom!
Reading her kids' messages back and forth, Yoon Seo-jung smiled happily.
["Hey, are you watching? Our kids are growing up so wonderfully. It was hard without you, but we're all making it through."]
She reached the table with her husband's photo and gently touched it.
"So rest in peace, honey. Stop worrying."
* * *
Nakamura Kenji was one of Japan's brightest young talents from the current golden generation.
At 19, he had debuted in the J-League for bottom-tier Jubilo Iwata at just 18 and exploded with 18 goals and 8 assists in his first season, leading his team to the title.
But he believed his skills belonged on the European stage.
The Olympics was his chance to prove it abroad.
He had dominated the qualifiers in first place and scored 4 goals and 2 assists against Brazil, thinking his talent was clear.
Yet all the attention had landed on Korea's teenagers.
Jung Tae-woo, Yoo Hee-sung, Lee Tae-yang.
["Kuso! Why do amateurs get more attention than me?!"]
Jung Tae-woo? He was shocked. A goalkeeper with such technique and saves—would it even translate in Europe?
Yoo Hee-sung, yeah he was good. Cool-headed on attack, future star, but not quite me yet.
He was ahead in goals, but that was thanks to Korea's attacking style.
Lee Tae-yang was just a target-type striker.
'Yeah, it had to be his face.'
Nakamura admitted his own looks weren't bad, but when he looked at Jung Tae-woo and Hee-sung, their contrasting charms were undeniable. The thought made his irritation impossible to hide.
"Discriminating by looks instead of skill—watch us prove it on the pitch."
So in his pre-match interview he lit the fire even hotter.
"Korean players getting attention is understandable, but I've already proven my skills on the pro stage. They're still amateurs. This match will show the real gap between us."
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[Nakamura Kenji's arrogant interview after the Olympic semifinal win]
Back in the locker room, the air still buzzed with the memory of that explosive win.
Lee Tae-yang slammed his water bottle down, face flushed red, veins bulging on his neck.
"Yah! Did you see that?! That Brazilian guy was strong, but we crushed him! 2-1! I scored two goals! Did you see my celebration?!"
He pointed at himself like he was the MVP, ignoring the fact that Tae-woo had made several world-class saves and Hee-sung had delivered a perfect La Croqueta.
"Tae-yang, calm down," I said, wiping sweat from my forehead with the sleeve of my jersey. "The semifinal is just the start. Japan is waiting."
Hee-sung leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a small smirk on his face.
"Relax, Tae-yang. You're already a legend. Just focus on the final."
I nodded, but my mind was already on the pitch. The pressure from every Korean fan, the weight of being the star, and the secret burden of my two previous lives—it all felt heavier than usual.
Across the hall, the national team manager Cheon Mu-seok was giving his final speech.
"You boys have come so far. Spain is tough, but you beat them. Now Japan. This is where legends are made."
The boys stood taller, eyes burning with determination.
I glanced at my phone. Another flood of messages from home. My mom had sent a video of her watching the game with tears in her eyes. My sister Mina had sent a cute selfie with the caption "Oppa, come home soon!"
And then there was the one from Jang Da-min—my girlfriend, my childhood friend, my secret idol who had been cheering from the stands without me seeing her face.
Her message was short.
"Proud of you. Go win. I love you."
I smiled despite the nerves. In a few hours, we would face the team that had mocked us as amateurs. Nakamura Kenji and his arrogant "Kuso!"s.
This was going to be my moment to show the world what a real goalkeeper could do—not just with his hands, but with his mind, his heart, and his unshakeable spirit.
The final whistle would come soon. And when it did, the world would know who had truly won.