Chapter 111
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 111
Chapter Title The Roar of St. James Park
The Eldest Son Desperately Wants Soccer Chapter 111
Damn Munich bastards have landed in our neighborhood
That fucker who hurt our prince is probably with them too
Everyone gather at St. James Park
Even if we cant get inside, we gotta cheer from outside
Time to show why the Toons are called the Toon Army, comrades!
As they faced off against Bayern Munich in the second leg, Newcastle fans ground their teeth and converged on St. James Park.
The 60,000 seats were packed, and massive crowds gathered around the stadium.
Including the stands, at least 80,000 people had shown up at the New St. James Park.
It was an enormous number.
Newcastle upon Tyne was a small city of around 300,000 people. Even including the surrounding metro area, it barely reached a million. For nearly 100,000 to gather in this little town was insane.
That massive crowd erupted in unison, belting out Coming Home Newcastle.
As the stadium announcer noted the players entering the pitch, the standsand even the crowds outsideburst into Yoon Taeyangs chant.
Following the usual song they sang for him came the cheer that had recently taken off.
Prince Taeyang.
It was a parody of Prince Ali from Disneys Aladdin animation.
Magnificent Prince Taeyang!
Newcastle Number 7!
Kneel on one knee and pay your respects
Hold your breath and watch
Watch him blow past defenders and score, protecting his team!
Clad head to toe in blackandwhite kits, singing the chant with military precision and thunderous voices, they were overwhelming.
Even to Bayern Munich players, accustomed to the Bundesligas unique fan culture.
As they stepped onto the pitch, Park Mingyu watched it all.
His face was set in stone.
Prince?
It was literal.
Damn that juniorhe ruled this place.
What if I touch him here?
He might not even board the flight back to Munich.
You didnt take your iron tonic today, huh.
Thats when the local prince approached him.
Park Mingyu stared at Taeyang with a hardened expression.
Taeyang flashed him a grin.
Still that infuriating smirk.
The kind of smile that looked down on people, princely as ever?
Thanks for your hard work, sunbae. Or should I say, keep suffering.
Leaving those perfunctory words and that smile, Taeyang headed to his position.
Park Mingyu clenched his fist so hard it cracked.
Yeah, itd be impossible to do anything to you here.
Ah, yeah yeah, I know your natural talent and skill outclass mine.
And that Korean society is starting to pay more attention to you than me.
But my influence hasnt vanished.
And my team is stronger than yours.
With this team, youll carve out a career you can never surpass.
Park Mingyu steeled himself to give his all in todays match.
Then the referees whistle blew.
Munich attacked.
Munich fielded the same formation and key players as the first leg.
In simple terms, their stars were all out.
They had no choice.
Theyd won the first leg, but after conceding three to Newcastle, their goal difference was just one.
Even on away soil, Munich launched a total assault on Newcastles half.
Kale has the ball to Eder, Eder linking with Park Mingyu to break the press.
Oh, Park Mingyu swings in a cross to Himer Song on the far side! Himer Song charges! Ah, Sanchez steals it!
Sanchez, lurking in front of Himer Song, snatched the ball and passed to Arnold.
Normally, hed ping a long ball up top right away, but not today.
Ilinyu usually won those, but Bayerns Weißtiger and Shane Power matched his physicality.
Nohadnt Weißtiger dominated Ilinyu in the air last match?
Today, Newcastle prepared quick buildup counters through passes.
Arnolds ball went central to Lindeman, who fed it forward to Boxall.
With Munich packed in midfield, Boxall slid it to Shallet, todays left forward.
Shallet took it and drove forward fast.
Seeing Oliveira block ahead and Shane Power covering behind, he feinted further out before passing to Yoon Taeyang.
Bayern players swarmed Taeyang instantly, like theyd been waiting.
They were determined not to give him space.
Granting space to a guy with Taeyangs footwork would be fatal.
But Taeyang could dazzle with tricks even in tight spots.
He approached with the ball, weaving steps hypnotically.
Slipping right as eyes spun, then wrongfooting left to evade one, La Croqueta past the nextbypassing two clinging markers in a flash.
Backup players closing from close range panicked and narrowed the gap.
Space openedTaeyang sent the ball without hesitation.
Where?
Behind the defense, perfect for Ilinyus run.
Ilinyu shot first time.
Thwack!
The leather ripped like it burst.
The ferocious strike shook the net before the keeper could twitch.
Goal! Newcastle levels it in one go!! Aggregate 44! Away goals rule sends them to the quarters like this!
Exactly! Newcastle at home is different! Look at that insane support! Toon Army overflowing the stands, surrounding the whole stadium in cheers!
The roar from packed stands and outside was overwhelming.
Hmm......
Weißtiger reacted first.
Hed never faced this pressure in an away gamelet alone from another league.
Seeing his darkening face, Taeyangs eyes gleamed.
Game restarts. Newcastle presses fiercely, leading against Munich. Theyre riding the momentum to steal the ball quick and grab another.
Munich circulates to evade Newcastle. Oh, pressing from everywhere!
As the match wore on, Arnold and Muricis linkup sharpened, and Newcastles midfield press reached new heights.
Lindeman had edged out Bandia for his spot, and with both fullbacks topclass, they could press Munich at an astonishing level.
Most crucially, the formation.
Unlike the experimental setup last time, they used their familiar oneat home against Munich. To Bayern, it felt like a completely different team.
Oh! Menendez steals! To Gomez! Gomez straight to Yoon Taeyang! Taeyang takes it and crosses to Ilinyu! Header!
Ah, just wide by inches!
For Munich, it was spinechilling.
Get your heads in it, all of you!
Munich keeper Pierre barked irritably.
Regardless, his teammates scowled.
They werent happy with each others play.
Some kept glancing at the stands.
Newcastles press was dizzying enoughthen boos rained every time they touched or passed.
And just like that, they lost the ball again.
Lindeman, who stole it, passed to Shallet.
Shallet to Boxall, Boxall to Menendez, Menendez to Taeyang.
Taeyang charged Weißtiger without pause.
Spotting Taeyang, Weißtigers eyes blazed.
It happened beforeand now again, he couldnt stop him.
Even a hattrick in sacred Allianz Arena.
Humiliation for Weißtiger.
Ill repay that shame......
Huh?
Things twisted weirdly.
Taeyang barreled straight at him, then abruptly changed direction.
Weißtiger instinctively stuck out a leg.
Taeyang tripped over it.
Wait, why?
That wasnt supposed to happen?
Weißtiger knew instantly.
Damn, I got had.
Fell for this foxs trap.
Deliberate foul baiting. Perfect enough to fool everyone.
Wooooooooo!
You damn German bastard!
Get the fuck out!
You dog! Fouling again?
If Taeyangs hurt, youre done!
Trash!
Jeers and curses poured on Weißtiger from all sides.
His first time with a whole stadium hating him.
Paling, the ref carded Weißtiger and awarded Newcastle a free kick.
Yoon Taeyang lined up.
Coach says do whatever.
Ilinyu ran over with the instruction.
Was planning to anyway.
Taeyang eyed the distance to goal.
Perfect spot for a score.
Whod think Weißtiger would blunder there.
Human psychology is scary.
A guy like Weißtiger would toughen up fast, grow big.
Hed be an absolute Bundesliga force, Kaiserlevel legend like Beckenbauer.
Before that, implant real fear of me.
PTSD at my sight.
Tweet!
First, one more goal.
Taeyang backed up, sprinted, and struck.
Oh.
He felt it at contact.
Knuckleball angle.
As predicted.
It sailed over the wall, straightthen wobbled wildly, unpredictable before the keeper.
The keeper hesitated, pawing toward where it dropped.
What the......!
It plunged lower than expected.
Bouncing over the line on the goal line.
Goal! Goal!
Knuckleball free kick! Incredible! Modern soccer balls make it tough, but watching Yoon Taeyang, who knows how many weve seen now.
After scoring, Taeyang strolled, spotting Weißtiger.
He approached, smiling.
Thanks to you, nailed it?
That cracked Weißtigers already fragile mentality to pieces.
The worst match of Weißtigers career was unfoldingfor the first time in his life.