Chapter 58
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 58
Chapter Title Deloas Fury
Porra!! Merda!!
Deloa kicked open the locker room door and stormed inside.
His face flushed red, he huffed and puffed, then kicked the trash can for good measure.
Caralho, porra, and all sorts of other curses.
No one dared stop him as he vented his rage.
They all thought he had every right to.
Even they wouldve lost their temper if theyd been toyed with like that by a kid.
That damn brat. Ill go out in the second half and crush him.
Deloas eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
It felt like the instincts from his wild youth back home were writhing back to life.
These days, he was famous for rescuing Brazilian slum kids and living a clean, model life.
But his childhood? Far from it.
Hed grown up in poverty where crime was just a way of life.
Yeah, it was like that hotheaded temper from back then was resurfacing.
Hes gonna cause trouble.
As his teammates whispered while watching Deloa fume, Wanderley grabbed his shoulder.
Calm down. This isnt our home turf.
I know!
You going out there like this in the second half?
Nah.
Thats when the manager walked in.
Head coach Heath Jonathans expression was more grave than ever.
Gone was the confident guy whod crossed over from the States, pushed datadriven soccer, aced the Chelsea interview, and led the players.
Hey, Deloa, sorry. We didnt have stats on that Newcastle boy, so we couldnt prepare. But youre Deloa. Pass master. You having trouble with him? Want a sub?
The second half will be different. Ill show you.
The manager nodded at that.
Yeah, thats my Deloa. Good. Please go out there and beat those oilstinking bastards.
Ironically, it was Chelsea whod started thriving on oil money.
The Chelsea manager, seemingly forgetting that, wrapped up his speech and sent the players off with handshakes.
The second half kicked off.
The first half was dominated by Yoon Taeyangs stunning performance, giving Newcastle the edge, but no goals were scored. Now the second half begins.
Yoon Taeyang is just incredible, no matter how many times you see it. A 16yearold boy neutralized Deloa and controlled the game.
What a kid. But the opponents Deloa. Well have to see what happens in the second half.
Deloas glare at me is downright murderous.
He looks ready to bury me right here on the pitch.
Right, that makes sense. Back in the day, he even ran errands for gangs as a kid.
Guess that tempers boiling over.
Deloa in this state? Unstoppable.
Not that Im saying this now, but I knew it all along.
About Deloa, that is.
How? Obviously, because hes Deloa.
By the time I broke into Primera Liga, hed already retired and vanished.
But during my rise, he was one of every midfielders role models.
Me playing as a deeplying playmaker like Pirlo or Xavi? That was inspired by Deloa shifting back due to knee injuries and aging.
No way I couldve missed out on everything about him.
Even his weaknesses.
Thats why I trashtalked him nonstop in the first half.
Hes especially weak to provocation.
Sure, age has mellowed himhe doesnt explode like in his youth anymore.
But if the provocateurs a 16yearold kid?
No way he holds back.
Result? He looked like an idiot the whole first half.
Whatever he heard at halftimeor maybe embarrassment from his firsthalf flopgot him focused. He was playing decent now.
Blue Goblin, whered you go? Too small to see? Oh, there you are, right in front of me?
Caralho...!
Even when I provoke him, he just curses once and holds it in. I can see it.
Time to ramp up the secondhalf plan.
Like I said earlier, he moved positions late career due to aging and major injuries.
Truth is, even without those injuries, he couldnt have lasted long.
He was carrying a bomb in his ankle.
Back when he ran gang errands as a kid, he crashed on a bike while riding pillion.
Smashed his ankle bad, lived with the injury ever since.
Not like we met by chance in that reserves game last time.
Without the injury, he mightve been an alltime midfield legend.
Anyway, time to target that ankle.
Like now.
Thud.
Gah...!
Dodging the refs eyes, I pretend to tackle for the ball but tap his ankle hard. He flinches away.
I shoulder in, unbalancing him, and snatch the ball.
Curses erupt from his mouth again.
Man, he really lays into them.
I shake off Deloa and look forward.
Unlike the first half, theres a serious Mateo Silva.
Positioned slyly where the markers are looser, ready to dart behind the defense anytime.
Yeah, one more timetrust him.
I push further up, drawing defenders to open more space, then loft the ball off my instep.
It sails over the heads blocking me, dropping into space no one saw coming.
As everyone hunts for the ball, only Silva chases it down and claims it.
Eyeing the onrushing keeper, Mateo Silva stamps it down.
A cunning shot exploits the keepers blind spotgoal!
Waaaaaaaaah!
Cheers erupt, and the Toon Army belts out their anthem for Mr. Toon.
Urgh...
Silva, whod scored, paused there a moment.
Even with painkillers, the sting hurt.
Hoo...
Deep breath. This is nothing compared to the pain before the shots, he told himself. He jogged slowly to the stands, kissed the Newcastle badge, and spread his arms like a cross.
Mr. Toon! No. 7!
The great Newcastle itself!
Oh, our Toon!
The great Newcastle itself!
Yeah, this is it.
This is why we play soccer.
Grinning at the fans singing just for him, he looked for Taeyang.
Taeyang was already strolling back past the halfway line.
Goddamn kids got zero cuteness.
That pass Taeyang slipped him? Perfectly chipped for someone who couldnt bend his knee much.
Hows a brat that young so delicate with his passes?
Ow... Kinda looks like Deloas passes up close.
Eh, probably learned by watching.
The monster copies anything he sees once.
Mateo Silva finally scores!
Chelsea came with their best squad today, fully prepped. But one boy is owning the game.
Feels like Yoon Taeyangs doing what Deloa should be.
If Chelsea lose this, Man City win the title no matter their remaining games.
Not the picture Chelsea wanted. Same for this match, obviously.
Today its not Godloa, its Shitloa mode
Playing like a dog
Did Deloa and Yoon Taeyang switch souls? lol Taeyangs doing Deloas job
Yoon Taeyang learned by watching Deloa
Honestly, mids that age probably idolize Deloa
But Yoon Taeyang was originally a striker, right? Learned from Deloa?
Yeah, thats weird too?
fuck, thought he was striker cuz his attacks are insane, who knew he kills it there too?
Gonna give Taeyang the J title?
JTaeyang
Attach J to Taeyang and chaos ensues, no?
???
Taeyang J Golden Taeyang
lololol wtf hows that work lmao
Golden Taeyang ftw lol makes sense
Yo, whats next?
Oh Deloa nutmegged lol
Taeyang kept hounding Deloas ankle, aggressively bodying him whenever he got the ball.
Outmuscled and his weak ankle targeted relentlessly, Deloa helplessly lost possession.
Another attack chance this time, Taeyang threaded it to Ledley instead of Mateo Silva.
Ledley bursts into the halfspace between fullback and centerback. Teammates move sharply to support.
Wanderley adjusts to cover Ledley, who passes sideways to Albrecht on the wing.
Albrecht receives and whips a cross to the front.
Not confident on headers like this.
Mateo Silva grits his teeth at the incoming ball.
Next to him, physical beast Cruise had latched on.
Tch.
Forcing his way up, faking a jump thats when Cruise presses down on Silvas shoulder and leaps first.
Perfect.
Just as planned.
Silva wasnt much of a jumper anyway, nor did he plan to.
With the ref blind, he slyly shoves airborne Cruise, throwing off his timing.
Cruise crashes down offtarget. Silva stretches his leg max, nudging the ball to the empty space beside him.
Hoping no, counting on a Newcastle player to collect it.
And in this spot, who grabs it?
...Taeyang!
First to the ball none other than Taeyang.
How?
Whered the space come from?
While Silva focused on the ball, Taeyang had slipped into the gap Omar created.
Now with possession, Taeyang ignores Silva and eyes Cruise closing in, feigning a shot.
Cruise flinches and turns Taeyang pulls it sideways.
Wow.
Mateo Silva marveled at Taeyangs move.
Even peak me couldnt pull that off.
But it didnt end there.
Spotting Wanderley charging, Taeyang rolls the ball back, heels a fluid flick straight Brazilstyle evading him, then unleashes his left.
The whipped shot arcs rainbowlike, sailing over the keeper into the far corner.
Waaaaaaaaah!
Goal! Its a goal!
Taeyangs wonder goal!
First was Taeyang assist, Silva goal. Now Silva assist, Taeyang goal!
Mister Toon and the newera Toon heir perfect chemistry!
Two goals from their duo felt like Newcastles throne passing hands.
The most beautiful, grand succession for Toon.
Newcastle dominating after going two up.
Deloa shows nothing, subbed off helplessly.
Premier Leagues oldest and youngest active players sink Chelsea!
And with this, yes Manchester City clinch the 3334 title.
Newcastle now face Arsenal, one point ahead, in a crucial battle for Champions League spots!