Chapter 107
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 107
Chapter Title The Eldest Son Yearns for Soccer
I briefly lost consciousness, and when I came to, blood was pouring out.
Ah, Mom would freak out if she saw this.
I propped myself up and checked my leg.
It was cut by the stud, but it didnt look like it needed stitches.
Whew... I thought, then let out a chuckle.
No, screw the legworry about my head.
Typical soccer player.
I touched the sore spot. Luckily, no broken bones, and it didnt feel torn.
Just stamped by the stud.
You okay, Taeyang?
Ilinyu came over and asked. I looked aroundmy teammates were all there.
And the medical staff too.
The medics grabbed me and ran some quick checks.
Eyes look good.
Doesnt seem like a major issue.
The medics told the coach I was fine and stepped off the pitch for treatment.
Taeyang, you good?
The coach asked the second I stepped out.
Yeah, Im fine.
Too bad, but for today
I knew exactly what he was going to say, so I cut him off quick.
I can keep playing.
You might feel okay now, but who knows later.
If it was that bad, I wouldnt have gotten up right away. See? Its just a stompno hole in my head.
Hmm
Thats when it happened.
Cheers erupted from the side, so I turnedMunich had scored on us in the meantime.
Im playing. Can you just patch me up quick?
Artelli glanced worriedly at the medics.
You sure youre okay?
No special warning signs at all. Should be fine to play. Just stop the bleeding and do emergency treatment.
Alright then. Listen up, Taeyangif you feel anything off while playing, demand a sub right away. No, Ill watch and pull you if it looks bad.
Got it.
I nodded.
The medics jumped in with emergency treatment.
Meanwhile, I eyed the pitch.
There was Park Mingyu charging like mad.
In Korea, they called him the second Son Heungmin, but his style was different from Sons.
He took after Munich legends Ribéry and Robben.
His speed holding the ball never dropped, and bursting out of tight spaces was pure Ribéry. Then riding the penalty area line, three defenders ahead, cutting across for that signature ZD shotit was Robben incarnate.
Waaaaaaaaah!
Even knowing it was coming, no one could stop that curler. Munichs second goal.
Park Mingyu.
I spat his name like it was poison.
Damn punkI saw it clear.
The look in his eyes when he tackled me.
Weiss Tiger grabbing my jersey was one thing, but his tackle wasnt accidental.
And everyone saw him deliberately yank the shirtyellow cards too light, isnt it?
Who snuck Premier League refs into the Champions League?
Wasnt it an Italian ref?
Alright, youre good. Try not to use your head too much. Even if its on the side.
Yeah.
All set?
I brushed myself off and stepped back onto the pitch.
Scared of getting hurt again?
Scars were just part of me.
In my past life, I didnt have a single spot from head to toe without one.
Hell, they even nicknamed me Scarred Yoon.
All I saw now was Park Mingyus boots.
Damn, shouldve worn studs myself.
The game got scrappier amid the chaos, and Newcastle conceded another to Bayern Munich.
Score 31.
Newcastle United on the back foot.
Bayern Munich as strong as ever.
Strong my ass, they jumped us while Taeyang was off and shit the bed, strong lol fuck off
Park Mingyu sneaky with the fouls huh
Fr tho Ive seen that prick take out like 10 players
Here come the Koreahaters and Parkhaters bashing him, you think hes crazy enough to do it on purpose?
To another Korean? Park loves Korean soccer ffs
Parks rough sometimes but never dirty imo
Lmao cope, how many times they win like that? Pathetic Park bitch
That fucker took out a Korean teammate before too, dude I liked is still limping in K League from injury
Cmon thats a stretch, just three guys colliding by accident
Blame Weiss Tiger then
Yellow card? Or a fart? Ffs
At that moment in Korea, online wars raged over Taeyangs injury.
Taeyang, back on the pitch before the third goal, fiddled with his head in the grim situation.
Didnt feel too bad.
The sports bandage, made for games, was leagues beyond regular gauze or nets.
Slight pressure, but nothing to sweat.
Leg?
Same with the leg.
On the calf, but zero bother.
The mild painrelief spray even kept the ache just right, senses sharp.
Pain faded quick.
Adrenaline surging from anger screamed forget the pain, do your job.
Taeyang scanned the pitch, waiting for the ball.
In the midst, Park Mingyus snake eyes kept flicking his way.
Taeyang ignored him, hunting the ball.
Bayerns midfielder Huxel had it.
Huxel to Kale, Kale quick to Eder. Eder to Park Mingyu! Park shrugs Linde and runs!
Murishi blocks Parks path, Park to onrushing Kale! Kale threads behind Murishi! Salvatore takes it! Shoot? Feint, shoot? Fakelays it back to incoming Hemersson, Hemersson shoots! Goal!
Munichs mids got flak for level, but their teamwork breathed life.
Longhoned passing shredded Newcastles shaky setup, netting a fourth.
Goalscorer Hemersson hit his signature pose for Munich fans.
Newcastles players, faces twisted, trudged back to halfway, eyes on the clock.
Barely end of first half, 41 down.
When was the last asskicking like this?
Eyes turned to Yoon Taeyang.
All this after he got hurt and left.
Teammates felt his presence to their bones anew.
Just him out there rattled them.
Nowhen he stepped off, theyd lost without realizing.
Now they watched him anxiously.
Hoping he could play the second half.
Then the halftime whistle blew.
Heading to the locker room, they mobbed Taeyang.
Hey, you good?
Bad as it looks?
Hows the head? Really okay to play?
Taeyang hopped in place, whipped his head around, facing the barrage.
Fit as ever.
Really fit?
Ilinyu stared like a rainsoaked puppy.
Leave him be, hed turn stray.
Medics said Im good, so here I am, idiot.
Still
Im fine. Been fine. You lot panicked and gifted four goals.
Uh, well
What? Ball stuck with Munich what we gonna do? Me sprint like a dog on this leg, steal it, score?
Taeyangs scolding continued into the locker room.
One guy out and your mentals crumble? This a Premier League team? Youth squads hold better.
He stomped the floor with his bad leg, bang bang.
Second half, pass forward no matter what. Dumb as it sounds, Ilinyus there, Im there. Well score somehow. Defend and pass, got it? Dont fuck around like morons just cause Im hurt!
Players looked sheepish at his words.
Then Artelli entered, clapping to grab attention.
I get worrying about Taeyang, but three goals down? Unacceptable. Not just methe away fans who came all this way.
Fans hit home players sobered.
Every club lives for fans, Newcastle especially.
Hell, more so.
Tiny population, yet 50k pack the stands daily.
Whole towndamn near everyoneNewcastle United fans.
Lose today, were toast.
Toast? Cant show face in city center.
Nightmare fuel.
Right? So give your all in the second half.
Second half underway. 41 Bayern Munich dominating Newcastle.
First half showed just how huge a 17yearold boys impact is on Newcastle. Three straight gifts while he was off injured.
Yoon Taeyang looks fine. Stays on, no sub.
Second half kicked off, Munich hammering Newcastle like they owned the day.
Big lead, could ease offbut Munich had no such plans.
They wanted overwhelming dominance in the away leg to kill variables.
But unlike first half, they couldnt push forward easy.
Newcastle, mentals patched, pressed tight from midfield.
The setup theyd prepped kicked in.
Munich dropped back, thinking long balls to break it.
That instant, Linde and Sanchez surged up top with Ilinyu and Yoon Taeyang, pressing Munichs backline.
Gegenpressing was Munichs bread and butter.
Bundesliga teams built on it werent few.
To shake the front press, Shane Power punted long.
Ball arcing to the box, Powers face hardened from afar.
Newcastle had anticipatedmids bar wingbacks dropped, swarming Munichs attackers.
Outnumbered, Munichs forwards had to play back.
Newcastle mids followed the ball up, wingbacks dropped from front to press Munich mids.
Munich sent it to the defensive linesomeone slipped in and stole it.
Yoon Taeyang.