Chapter 61
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 61
Chapter Title Riding the Momentum
Riding the momentum, Newcastle United! No, Yoon Taeyang! Just two minutes after his first goal, he scores again!
It was a stepover reminiscent of Brazils soccer legend Ronaldo from back in the day!
This kid is the real deal. Thrown into a tough team situation out of nowhere, and in just three minutes, he bags a multigoal haul. You need some serious guts and composure to pull that off.
7 goals in 4 games! Were witnessing the arrival of a new eras wonderboy!
Insane!!!
Wow, Yoon Taeyang, holy shit!! Yoon Taeyang!
God Taeyang
Multigoal madness for real
Tore up the Emirates Stadium
Might as well go for one more, hattrick and Champions League qualification
Fucking awesome
The stadium was in chaos, and so were people all over the world watching the match.
Amid it all, Taeyang silently ran toward the goal, grabbed the ball, and headed to the halfway line.
Haha, youd think Yoon Taeyang could afford a little celebration in a moment like this, but hes grabbing the ball again.
Its like hes saying personal goals come second to team victory. Teammates cant help but get fired up seeing that.
Just as the commentator said, Newcastles players were spurred on by Taeyangs display, riding the wave higher.
The gloom from Cromwells injury and Dylan Monroes goal had vanished.
Momentum is a scary thing.
Once you start riding it, its tough for the opposition to break it.
And to flip the script, they inevitably start getting impatient, whether they like it or not.
Anxious Arsenal kept trying forward passes to turn things around.
After all, only their front DEL line could salvage this.
Arsenal pushed the ball forward, while Newcastle blocked and countered.
Newcastle had the edge.
On paper, Newcastle was the underdog, but with their momentum intimidating Arsenal, the Gunners midfield couldnt advance the ball.
Unable to push forward, Arsenal sent it back to defense, only for Newcastles forwards to press the defenders relentlessly.
Struggling to build from the back with prolonged possession, Arsenal opted for direct long balls from deep to the front line.
Ilkai Kozak with a long pass to the front!
A bit offtarget, but Erwan Betrancourt takes it!
Betrancourt, with his strong physique, slipped between the defender and fullback.
Even with Newcastles Bandia shoving him, he held his ground.
Instead, he shook Bandia off with smooth ball control, dodged Arnold, bulldozed forward, and fired a low cross toward goal.
Dylan Monroe reacted quickly, darting in and stretching out a leg.
But Ricella was a step quicker, snatching the ball and immediately passing to Dida.
Ricella has it and to Dida! Dida to Rossi! Rossi sends it to Yoon Taeyang, whos dropped a bit deeper!
Yoon Taeyang takes possession!
The Gunners watched tensely, the Toons hopefully.
Under everyones gaze, Yoon Taeyang calmly scanned his surroundings.
There was still space.
Shall I push a bit further.
Taeyang kept dribbling forward without stopping.
Thats when Ilkai Kozak charged at him.
Kozak was a fightertype defender, more instinctual animal than organizerspecializing in physical battles and ballwinning.
Similar vibe to Southamptons Pet Maguire, but more aggressive and primal.
Seeing Kozak coming, Taeyang sidestepped and accelerated.
Kozak turned to match him, running parallel and throwing a shoulder.
In that instant, Taeyang stopped the ball with a dragback, evaded the shoulder, and burst the other way.
The moment Taeyang dragged back to fake him out, Kozak slammed the brakes, switched direction, and stuck like glue.
Bien sûr.
Unfamiliar language.
What?
Kozak glanced at Taeyang puzzledthen his eyes widened.
The ball was gone from Taeyangs feet.
Where...?!
Scanning frantically, Kozak spotted it rolling into the space hed vacated.
Taeyang had fooled his eyes with a rabona pass into that gap.
Unable to predict it, Kozak watched as Omar, lurking close, pounced on it.
Omar positioned it perfectly and curled a shot.
Goal!
Its level!
Yoon Taeyangs stunning assist creates the goal!
Back to square one!
No words
How did it end up like this
Match is pure gold lolololol
Hearing the Gooner tears from here lol
Wtf how is that high schooler lmao
Said hed never make K League, correction wont even sniff a big league if he flops
Agree, take my upvote, giving upvote
Agree
Strong agree
Halftime ended with an astonishing 33 scoreline.
Theyd seized momentum, but overall, Newcastle was the more desperate side.
A draw here meant staying one point behind, forcing them to win their final match and hope Arsenal dropped points.
The moment they entered the locker room, manager Rommel called over Matteo Silva.
You good to go second half?
Couldve played full time.
Rommel nodded at Silvas response and tweaked the secondhalf formation.
Pulling Redelri for Taeyang in that spot, shifting Taeyang wide and Matteo Silva up top.
Taeyang had been brilliant centrally with 2 goals and an assist, but given Arsenals reliance on Ilkai Kozak defensively, sticking Taeyang on the flank seemed more effective.
Was it really okay to send out Matteo Silva?
I just stared at him quietly.
Even in this crucial moment, our Mr. Toon was grinning goodnaturedly, joking with the lads.
Wonder if the guy even knew tension.
HHey, no banana today?
...You okay, Matty?
I sidestepped his question.
He shrugged at my response.
Why wouldnt I be?
Over there. Right there.
I nodded toward his knee, and Matteo Silvas face tightened slightly.
Howd you know?
Got good instincts.
Didnt look like it.
Said Im good at instincts, not that I notice stuff.
Theres a difference between good and noticing, huh? Fair point. Nah, Im fine. Popped a painkiller.
Matteo Silva tapped his left knee as he said it.
Not the left. Right one. Your shooting felt off.
Damn, you really clocked it. Its fine, just numb sensationwise. No issue moving.
I get itIve been there, shots and all.
But when the meds wear off, it hurts worse than usual.
Painkillers mask it now, but forcing that knee hurts like hell later.
Whatever you say, then.
You just focus on bagging more. Win today, win next, and Champions League is locked. You know that, right?
That how it works?
Wait, one point behind now. Win here, were two ahead. Lose last game, we finish fifth. Draw... tied on points?
Then goal differencewe lose that too.
Oh, right.
Misremembered Premier League headtohead rules. Thought since we swept both legs, a draw last game seals it.
Next opponent?
Everton.
No pushover.
Arsenals next after this?
Tottenham.
...Arsenals got it worse.
Derby match.
People say Champions League race is juicier than title fight.
Ah.
What?
Forgot my banana.
No wonder stray thoughts kept popping up.
Sugar crash.
I rummaged for a banana and popped it in my mouth.
Players are out for the second half.
Will Newcastle carry their late firsthalf surge into a comeback win, or will Arsenals DEL line clinch it? Exciting second half ahead.
Dylan Monroes hattrick is hattrick material, but Yoon Taeyang stepping in for Cromwell was massive too.
Clutch from the youngster.
Mental like that is rare, age aside.
And right as I say thatNewcastle kicks off!
Matteo Silva rolled it back, and players bustled into motion.
Newcastle, from kickoff, circulated the ball quickly, pushing the line up aggressively.
Something feels off.
Taeyang tilted his head.
Strategy seemed to be strike early second half, seize total control.
But on the pitch, the deflated Arsenal from before was gonereplaced by a steely one.
Guessing halftime pep talk did the trick.
Newcastle, banking solely on firsthalf momentum, drove forward blindly.
Ignoring Arsenals calm response.
Albrecht has it, drifts wide and advances! Yoon Taeyang cuts centralearly cross!
Oh, overhit! Way past Yoon Taeyang!
Damn...!
What kind of cross was that?
Yoon Taeyang glanced to track the ball.
The long flight arced toward central.
Aiming for Matty, not me?
Even then, it fell short.
Clear mispass.
Kozak intercepted.
Kozak launched a long ball straight back at Newcastles defense.
As the soaring pass dropped behind Dida and Arnold, Dylan Monroe chased it down, shoved them aside, claimed it, and bolted.
Before Ricella could close, Monroe unleashed a low, vicious shot a beat early.
Slicing the grass like a laser, it buried into the right post.
Arsenal!! They pull ahead again! Dylan Monroes haul!!
Dylan Monroe is unreal! Premier Leagues top strikerno Manchester United fan aside would argue!
Sheesh...
Taeyang scratched his head at the widened gap.
Nah, its fine. Still just one goal.
Theyd clawed back three beforecould do one again.
Taeyang steeled himself.