Chapter 125
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 125
Chapter Title The Eldest Son Desperately Wants Soccer
Shit!
Fuck!
Heath Jonathan, the American who usually spoke softly without ever swearingshouting What the fuck? only when boredwas spewing curses nonstop.
Despite all their preparations, theyd still conceded to that bastard.
No, stay calm. Yeah, everyones calm.
Truth be told, hed anticipated conceding at least one. The kid was only 17, yet he was chasing the records of Premier League legendary strikers, taking on the monster Erling Haalands marks.
Yeah, thinking of it that way settled his nerves.
And his reliable players werent shaken by a single goal.
They were holding firm, sticking to their current playstyle and brilliantly repelling Newcastles momentum and pressure.
Checking the clock, it was already the 43rd minute of the first halfthe match was winding down.
What should he instruct them to do in the locker room?
Thats when Heath Jonathan sank into thought.
Deloa picked up the ball and advanced.
Blocking his path was Saviola, the culprit whod been breached three times today, handing Chelsea chance after chance.
Saviolas eyes were icecold.
He didnt look intimidated by Deloa or lacking in drive.
Taeyang scored.
Yeah, that guy was more than capable of it, and Saviola knew it well.
Back when hed joined Newcastle at 13, the kid had sliced through opponents years older than him to score.
Yeah, that guy was a genius.
The one and only genius in the world.
Saviola had stayed instead of leaving for another club because hed seen that talent and thought he could share in glorious days alongside Taeyang here.
The problem was that he, the one who stayed, had shown nothingwarming the bench without proving his worth.
There were plenty of days he didnt even make the bench.
Lindeman had pushed Vandia aside for the starting spot, Chalret was in the rotation, but Saviola had only played four or five matches this season.
If things kept going like this, he might fail to establish himself here and have to leave.
He needed to show his value.
The team probably didnt expect him to shut down Deloa every time.
Still, they wouldnt have imagined him getting breached so helplessly, over and over.
He had to live up to that expectation, prove his potential, and seize his chance.
Just as Taeyang had proven himself with that goal, now Saviola had to stop Deloa.
Saviolas focus sharpened to an unprecedented edge.
In the meantime, Deloa charged toward Saviolas left.
Saviola spun his body to match him sidebyside, shoving his shoulder in while thrusting his right foot forward.
The moment Deloa pulled the ball wide to turn his back, Saviola slipped his foot between Deloas legs.
With perfect timing, he poked the ball away.
And that loose ball fell to Lindeman, whod been hovering nearby.
Saviola! This time Saviola steals it from Deloa! Lindeman! Lindeman to Silva!
Silva took possession and scanned the surroundings.
The field mapped itself in his mind.
Chelseas players were packed tightly, dominating midfield.
He had to break through and pass.
Silva calmly dribbled forward.
Orellana and Cruz latched onto him.
Silva went straight at Cruz first.
Cruz smirked inwardly at the sight.
The quickfooted Silva from his childhood was gone.
All that remained was a turtleslow version, slower than himself.
As Silva advanced, Cruz moved to block the path.
In that instant, Silvas steps faltered. Tripping?
Nohed switched rhythm abruptly, changing direction.
Cruz planted his foot to cut it off. Then Silvas steps shifted again, veering toward Cruzs side.
By altering his step cadence alone, Silva blew past Cruz and pushed forward, prompting Orellana to step in front and lunge for a tackle.
Silva pulled the ball back to evade the incoming foot, turned his back to shield it, then spun forward again.
How the hell did he get through?
With a simple turn that left Orellana stunned, Silva looked ahead.
Space had opened up.
Hed fulfilled his role as a cracker in midfield.
Chalret burst into that space. Silva feinted a pass that way.
Chelsea players moved to block Chalrets run and claim the area.
That created the gap.
Illinyu lurked right in the middle.
Silva shaped to pass there, then spotted a movementhis eyes lit up, and he lofted it instead.
Silva, passing! Wait, its floated high over Illinyus head. Whats this! Oh! Yoon Taeyang is sneaking in behind Illinyu!
Wanderley, marking Illinyu, couldnt react to the piercing lofted through ball, and Denucho chased Taeyang but was too far.
Last hope was Caicque, but Taeyang controlled it before he arrived and unleashed a shot at goal.
Goal!!! Its a goal!!
Yoon Taeyangs finish was clean, but Silvas piercing pass was genius!
Everyone thought it was going to Illinyu, but it was a true surprise ball. Taeyangs run looked like he read it perfectly. The king and prince of Newcastle showing fantastic chemistry!
The late firsthalf goal erupted cheers across New St. James Park.
Heath Jonathan rubbed his dry face with one hand.
Fuck.
An unforeseen variable.
As Heath Jonathans mind grew chaotic, the halftime whistle blew.
Me.
Entering the locker room, Silvas voice rang out.
Turning, he saw Silva drenched in sweat.
The guy whod loafed around up top was hustling in midfieldsweat made sense.
Me what?
Arent you playing midfielder or something?
Not bad. Its alright.
Silva wiped sweat with his kit and said,
Ah, maybe I shouldve started as a midfielder instead of a striker?
The old mans high on passes and talking nonsense.
If you had, thered be no Mr. Toon.
Ah, Im just saying!
Folks see more as they age. After 30 years of soccer, thats expected.
Whod think youve played 30 years?
Busted?
Whatre you on about, you punk.
I chuckled, quickly changed, and bit into a banana when the manager entered.
Alright, everyone did great. Tough spot, but our Mr. Toon lit it upwere winning.
The manager grinned, praising Silva warmly.
Fair enough.
Without Silva matching Menendezs impact, todays game couldve gone either wayChelsea was fully prepped.
Damn, the ball just vanished.
Wonder how the second halfll go.
As I thought that, the manager said,
Yankees love data, so they hate variables. Hes probably panicking, our Silva virus infecting his plans.
The manager cackled.
Seems our boss gets the most joy from screwing Heath Jonathan.
Heh heh heh, yeah. Bet he didnt see this coming from me.
Silva seemed tickled too.
Good, great. Keep it up in the second half! Watching Heath Jonathan squirm was delicious.
No sweat. Hahaha!
Theyre having a blast.
Hope they dont get complacent and concede.
Turned out my worry was unfounded.
Second half kicked off, and Silva went berserk right away.
More precisely, Heath Jonathan failed to handle the variable, and even the players were floundering.
Silva used me masterfully.
Hed move to create space for me, then pass to Illinyu feint to Illinyu and link to Chalret for chances or boldly surge forward to score himself.
All this in the first 20 minutes of the half.
Silva keeps creating great chances.
Exstriker, so he reads attacks brilliantly. If Heath Jonathan cant contain Silva, he wont stop Yoon Taeyang either!
Yoon Taeyangs already got two today? Could be his first hattrick against Chelsea.
Heath Jonathans ass handed to him like this?
Bragged hed shut em down, now getting shredded
Honestly held Taeyang well lol, just couldnt stop Silva
Whys Silva like this First time in ages and hes worldclass midfielder cosplay
Silva and Deloa soulswapped?
Fused with Menendez or what
Heath Jonathan, dreaming of perfect soccer through data, had a weakness to variables.
Debut season, hed contended for the title right away with stellar ability, but getting unusually toyed by Yoon Taeyangand today, scrambling just to contain Silvaproved it.
He wasnt adept at subs either.
Occasional baffling changes, even losses.
Evidence his data soccer wasnt flawless yet.
But Chelsea had someone to cover that flaw Deloa.
The allaround perfect player switched positions to mark Silva.
As Silva hit a wall in Deloa, Chelsea started breathing easier but
Oh, Yoon Taeyang drops deep! The forward who stayed high is moving now! Why wait till now?
With Chelseas midfield and backline numbers, dropping early wouldve drained stamina. But now? Theyre gassed!
Among the fatigued Chelsea ranks, Taeyangwhod converted his two shots on target into goals and stayed quiet sinceunleashed his reserves.
With Silva the variable in midfield plus Taeyang joining, Chelseas players splintered.
No clue who to handle or how.
In that chaos, Saviola dropped deeper, becoming the buildup hub.
Taeyang kept passing back to force him retreat from there, Saviolas vision widenedhe sensed where to thread passes.
The brilliant future talent hed show shone rear playmaker gifts emerging.
He supplied from deep, luring players to one side, then in the late half, eyed a left gap and unleashed a slicing pass worthy of Menendez or Silva.
Bit heavy on power, but razorsharp.
Taeyang sprinted fulltilt to claim it, charging the central defenders.
Illinyu and Chalret cut out with decoy runs, dragging the centerbacks Taeyang squeezed into the space and swung his leg at goal.
Then someone charged late, slamming a shoulder into him.
Ah.
Zeroed in wrong.
Unforeseen shoulder barge threw off his balanceshot skewed.
At least it headed goalward.
But in range.
Destanoglu leaped, fully extended, and punched it away.
The ball ricocheted toward the goalmouth.
As Denucho lunged to clear
Oh! Silva!!!
No idea when hed hustled up, but Silva got there a step ahead of Denucho, toepoking it in.
It bounced once, evading Destanoglus hands, crossing the line.
Goal!!! Silva scores!
Silva, netting off Taeyangs rebound, ran to him yelling,
See that?! Thats kingly soccer, punk!
Scavenging. Kings a beggar?
Taeyangs grumble just made Silva roar with laughter.
Kickoff again. Ref blows right away! Scores 31! Newcastle United grabs vital 3 points, beating Chelsea!
Precious 3 points! Puts 4 clear of title rivals Chelseaone step closer to the crown!