Chapter 101
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 101
Chapter Title The Eldest Son Craves Soccer 101
Newcastle, as seen through Murishis eyes, had a unique structure.
No matter where you went in the world, there was always some degree of seniorjunior culture.
Even Brazil wasnt free of it.
Of course, older players tended to be more skilled and better paid, so they earned respectbut hed heard that England took that hierarchy even more strictly when he decided to come here.
But at least the Newcastle hed seen didnt seem like that at all.
Ilinyu, you bastard! I told you to grab some bananas on your way over!
Ah, sorry. I forgot.
Forgot?! Is that it?! Your plans to come over to my place today are canceled.
Ah, sorry! Ill go buy them right now!
FeraBeastIlinyu.
Brazils national team starting striker, a player so far above someone like him that he could barely even look up to the guy, was groveling before the boy whod been nagging about bananas just moments ago.
If you head out now, youll be late and have to pay the fine, man. Or...
Whoosh, whoosh.
The boys head whipped around terrifyingly fast.
As if by magic, everyone averted their gazes.
In that instant, the boy spotted Silva. He pointed at Silva and said,
Beat up Silva. Until he tells you where he hid the bananas.
Silva? Got it.
Like one of the people fervently following Chairman Maos declaration that sparrows were harmful pests, Ilinyu charged straight at Silva on the boys command.
Waaah! You lunatic! Just cause he said so?!
Ilinyu mercilessly locked Silva in a chokehold.
Wasnt that Mr. Silva?
Even Murishi, who had just arrived, knew exactly what kind of existence Silva held at Newcastle.
Sure, plenty of folks back in the Brazilian league knew nothing about Europe, but Murishiunlike the typical carefree Brazilianwas the meticulous type.
An untouchable sanctuary.
Wasnt that Silva?
What was baffling was that no one else seemed to care in the slightest.
Was this really okay in England, where the seniorjunior hierarchy was supposed to be so strict?
He asked his fellow Brazilians, Dida and Sanchez.
Is that okay?
What?
Treating Mr. Silva like that.
Dida just laughed.
When he looked to Sanchez, Sanchez placed a hand on Murishis shoulder and pointed at Taeyangwho was puppeteering Ilinyuand at Silva.
Hes in the middle of inheriting the throne. Or, well... more like usurping it and tormenting the former king?
What the hell did that mean?
What, you dont know Yoon Taeyang?
Huh?
You dont know Sol? Sol?
At those words, Sanchez finally recognized Taeyang... or rather, he tilted his head.
His hair isnt black...?
That was right.
Taeyang wasnt sporting black hair anymorehe had gone blonde. Platinum blonde, bleached to the point where not a single hint of black remained.
With the platinum hair and his boyish face, it was hard to even tell he was East Asian, which was why no one had recognized him.
Truth be told, just as Koreans often couldnt distinguish between different Black or white backgrounds, Murishiwho had never laid eyes on an East Asian beforehad a tough time recognizing Taeyang.
So that guy was Taeyang, the Sol hed only heard about in stories.
Even in Brazil, Yoon Taeyang was wellknown. At least among players.
It would be weirder if they didnt know about the guy laying waste to the Premier League.
For Brazilian players, Europeespecially the Premier Leaguewas the dream stage.
And the coach at Murishis old club had shown Taeyangs footage every single day, ranting that this was what soccer was all about.
Anyway, from the looks of it, if you were good enough, they let you get away with anything?
Was that why even someone as young as Taeyang had become the real power here?
Murishi racked his brains as he quietly observed the locker room.
But upon closer inspection, it didnt seem like the hierarchy was based purely on skill.
Even without Taeyang around, young players under twentylike Sobiola or Shalletwere using the locker room with total ease.
Ah, so this place prioritized team harmony over rigid hierarchy.
Sure, there were some crazies, but it seemed like a good spot.
Only then did Murishi, who had been on edge, finally relax.
Winter break had ended, and with just under ten days left until the winter transfer window closed.
Newcastle faced West Ham.
Todays match doubled as Murishis debut.
Murishi and Arnold put on a flawless performance together, earning high marks, while Taeyang scored a brace to widen the gap on Feliciano.
Their next opponents in Round 22 were Tottenham.
Tottenham, who had lost 31 at home to Newcastle last time, were now languishing in 14th placeendlessly plummeting far from their earlyseason promise.
It was hard to believe this was one of the teams classified as Premier League big seven.
Man City, who had been hovering around the same position, had hired a new manager and were steadily climbing back up to 10th. By comparison, this was rock bottom.
Tottenham fans were unanimously calling for the dismissal of DiQualmanager Marciano Diaz.
The early buzz about landing a great coach had evaporated.
With fan backlash growing, the board was scrutinizing DiQuals every game, and todays match could very well decide his fate.
Ill say it one more time no pointless flair or creativity. Just do exactly what I demand. Then we win.
And yet, DiQual kept demanding the same thing from his squad.
You saw it, right? We lost the last game because you didnt follow my instructions. Your personal opinions dont matter.
He insisted on his tactics to the bitter end.
But not a single player was paying him any mind.
Even the eversilent Derek White, who used to follow orders obediently, now ignored him.
It wasnt a worktoruleit was just that they could no longer trust the manager.
DiQual remained oblivious to it all.
He thought only of forcing his tactics through somehow.
The result was predictable.
Yoon Taeyang! Takes Shallets cross and heads it in! Goal!
Sobiolas razorsharp through ball! Yoon Taeyang! Receives it and shiiiing! Goal!
Yoon Taeyang is off! One, two, threeah! Straight into the shot! Its in!!! Yoon Taeyang hattrick!
Newcastle, packed with DiQuals former pupils who knew his tendencies better than anyone, utterly demolished him at home.
Yoon Taeyangwho seemed determined to excise this plague from soccer earlynailed a hattrick and then openly took shots at him in the postmatch interview.
Yoon Taeyang, on his old mentor? I learned nothing from him.
Tottenham prided themselves on youth development, and theyd hired DiQual partly because of his track record raising Newcastles prospects led by Yoon Taeyang. Now that was being denied outright.
Sure, it might just be personal dislike.
DiQual had dissed him plenty of times, after all.
But the comments from the young players that followed lent real weight to Taeyangs words.
Shallet Yoon Taeyang never followed a single order from MD. If we had, wed be losing every day.
Lindeman He only ever says what he wants to say.
Sobiola A manager with zero communication. I tried to transfer out, but Taeyang held me back.
DiQual had always claimed hed coached them brilliantly.
Now the boardand the fansfelt utterly duped.
With public opinion in the gutter and no signs of climbing the table, the board had no choice but to act.
Tottenham shocksack manager Marciano Diaz.
Tottenham hunting new boss. Interim assistant coach for now.
Controversial MD finally axed.
DiQual was gone.
No one shed a tear for his departure.
As Tottenham spiraled into chaos, Newcastle cruised steadily into Round 23.
Hosting Everton at home, Newcastle got a goal apiece from Yoon Taeyang and Ilinyu to secure the win.
Round 23 marked the close of the Premier League winter transfer window.
Newcastle had pushed hard to bolster their centerback position, but it proved impossible.
Players hearts are as fickle as reeds, and winter windows always see at least one big fish eyeing the exitbut disappointingly, not a single suitable centerback fit the bill this time.
They even scouted loans, but that went nowhere, so Newcastle effectively gave up and called up a centerback from the reserves whod been performing solidly.
Meanwhile, Chelsea were feeling the striker void acutely and scoured the market desperately.
But they couldnt land a marquee signing in winter either.
The player who caught their eye was 22yearold Basomo Sibi from Club Brugge in the Belgian league.
Sure, the Belgian league fell short of Premier League quality, but this guynicknamed the Hunter Jegerwas tearing it apart.
In 18 games this season, hed bagged 17 goals, practically complaining that the league was too small for him.
Chelsea shelled out 400,000 pounds about 600 billion KRW to bring him in.
And he repaid them handsomely a debut multigoal haul in Round 22, followed by another in Round 23proving that 400k was a bargainbasement price for him.
Neither side got their top targets, but with these unexpected hauls, Newcastle and Chelsea dove headfirst into the title race.
It was effectively a twohorse race.
With 16 games left, Newcastle led Chelsea 57 points to 54a mere threepoint gapbut thirdplace Liverpool sat on 43, over ten points adrift of the top two.
Amid all this, the FA Cup fourthround draw was complete.
Right on the cusp of the title fight, it was like a mock exam.
Newcastle had drawn Chelsea.
A clash of destinies?
Both sides, pride on the line, rested their starters for Round 24 to conserve energy.
Both managed comfortable wins without their firstteamers and now had the FA Cup within reach.
Hiss Jonathan viewed this as a dress rehearsal for their league showdowns in the second half.
Building on Chelseas nowcomplete squad with Basomo Sibi, he planned to go allout with the formation he favored.
The only downside was Wanderley sidelined by injurybut with their centerback line rocksolid, it wasnt a huge worry.
Hiss Jonathan Well show the complete Chelsea in the FA Cup. Time for revenge on that last defeat.
Hiss Jonathan confidently threw down the gauntlet to Newcastle in his media interviews.
Arterli Let me say it againsoccer isnt all about stats. The goddess of soccer will smile on us.
Arterli fired up the competitive flames by mocking Hiss Jonathans statsdriven approach.
Deloa joined in too.
This time we win. League too. Well keep winning. Against Newcastle.
He posted that on his personal SNS.
Taeyang, seeing Deloas post, wasnt about to stay quiet.
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Photo Blonde selfie
Stamford_Bridge Jealous?
lmaoooo wtf soccertae turned into goldtae lmao
ultimate soccertae incoming
soccertae cant live without hattricks now vv
dude above wild af lollll
lmao taes opener is already insane
tae dropping bars fr
prince your highness win!!
prince your highness fighting!
platinum hair too sexy
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