Chapter 62
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 62
Chapter Title Rommels Gambit Fails
Rommels reckless move didnt work.
During halftime, Arsenal put on a display of astonishing focus, as if their manager had worked some kind of magic. They used Newcastles overzealous attacks as a springboard for successful counterattacks, and the momentum shifted back to Arsenal.
But unlike the first half, Arsenal moved with caution.
Keeping in mind that Newcastles blunted attack had been sharpened to a razors edge, they avoided forcing the tempo. Instead, they leisurely circulated the ball and controlled the game.
After all, the ones getting impatient were Newcastle.
Against Arsenal, who maintained wide spaces and slowly turned the ball, Newcastle chased the ball relentlessly. But unlike the first half, stealing it wasnt easy.
Watching the situation unfold, Manager Rommel pondered for a long time before making a substitution.
He pulled midfielder Albrecht and brought on winger Isel Edward.
Manager Rommel is making a change. Hes taking off a midfielder and bringing on winger Isel Edward.
With Isel Edward coming in on the left wing and Yoon Taeyang pairing up top with Matteo Silva, it looks like theyre shifting to a basic 424 formation.
Bringing on Isel Edward was less about strengthening the attack line and more about disrupting Arsenals play from the back.
True to his nickname Isel Hound, Isel, who wouldnt tire even after a full ninety minutes, started running around like a madman.
He forgot his position on the left and charged whenever he saw the ball.
Isel Edward, who put on a fantastic show in the last match against Southampton, is moving energetically.
With Arsenals stamina clearly depleted, they cant help but be bothered by Isels lively movements.
If he can put on another great performance like last time, thatd be perfect.
Hes the Isel Hound incarnate
Running his ass off like a true Isel Hound
Wasnt that his awakening against Southampton?
He was a total showboat against Southampton
Taeyang was pulling the strings from behind last time
Taeyang lololol
Taeyang will control him again
People expected it, and Isel was thinking the same thing.
As he chased the ball and ran hard, his eyes frequently flicked toward Taeyang.
Taeyang was aware of Isel too, but the key was that nothing could be done without first winning the ball.
Arsenal absolutely refused to push the ball forward recklessly.
The Toon Army in the away section jeered at Arsenal for it, but they ignored them.
It was clear they were determined to win this match and secure Champions League qualification.
In that case, they had to bait them deliberately.
Lure them into passing here...
Ilkai Kozak! Pass to Akaydin! Akaydin...! Wait! Why is that player there?!
Its Isel Edward!
Isel Edward, chasing the ball as usual, had dropped all the way to the opponents midfield line and lunged at Akaydin.
Tackle him! Isel!!!
At the sound of Taeyangs voice, Isel instinctively thrust his foot toward the ball.
Isel Edward! Steals the ball from Akaydin!
Having stolen the ball by sheer luck, Isel felt his mind go blank for a moment.
What do I do now?
Hey!
Ah, right.
First, pass it to Yoon Taeyang.
Isel sent the ball toward the direction of Taeyangs voice.
Before the ball reached him, Taeyang scanned his surroundings.
Spotting Ilkai Kozak charging to intercept, Taeyang went out to meet the ball, getting to it a step ahead. He spun his body, shifting his center of gravity to the right.
The moment Ilkai Kozak reacted and moved, Taeyang darted sharply to the left.
As Ilkai Kozak stretched out his leg, Taeyang rolled the ball sideways to evade and pressed forward.
Ilkai Kozak twisted his body to chase after Taeyang.
Kozaks beastly reaction speed was fearsome, but Taeyangs feet were even faster.
As the gap refused to close easily, Ilkai Kozak subtly grabbed Taeyangs jersey out of the referees sight.
Ugh!
In that instant, Taeyang let out a scream and tumbled backward.
The referees whistle blew immediately, as if hed been waiting.
Oh, foul on Ilkai Kozak!
And its in a dangerous spot?
No, why is that a foul?
You grabbed his jersey, didnt you?
No, that was just a slight tug...!
Yeah, you grabbed it. Whats your problem?
Kozak insisted it was just a light grab and that Taeyang was putting on a Hollywood act, but it was futile.
The referee sternly warned Kozak and sprayed the freekick mark.
Taeyang looked toward the bench from there.
Was he taking the free kick, or...?
Taeyang! You take it!
At Manager Rommels shout, Taeyang nodded and placed the ball.
Oh, Yoon Taeyang is setting up for the free kick.
Its his first free kick on the pro stage. Does this player have some skill there too?
We dont have youth records, but if Rommel, who values roles highly, is letting him take it, he must be decent.
Amid Arsenals jeers, Taeyang placed his hands on his hips and stared at the goal.
The position was a bit tricky.
I could probably score if I nail it...
After some thought, Taeyang raised his hand to signal he was ready. With the referees whistle, he took a runup and curled the ball.
The ball headed for the upper corner of the right post.
Direct goal?
No.
It bent even more.
The landing spot was right where Matteo Silva was positioned.
Matteo Silva, eyes on the ball, swung his painkillernumbed leg without hesitation.
Devoid of sensation, but having taken more shots than anyone else there, Matteo Silva struck a volley right on his usual spot.
It ripped straight into the net.
Goal! Theyre level again!
Matteo Silva! Mr. Toon delivers!
oh shit
insane
assists and shots both nuts
the team vet and the baby of the team have crazy chemistry lol
right? Silvas like Taeyangs dad lol
fr real lololol
damn now its anyones game
even a draw would be fine, this match is pure gold lol
The game was back to square one.
Arsenals players looked grim.
Seeing it, the manager shouted.
A draw is enough for us to laugh last! Dont panic, dont move rashly! Stay calm!
The players nodded at the managers words, but their expressions didnt change.
Even a draw here didnt guarantee a win next match.
Their opponent was rivals Tottenham, after all.
Dylan Monroe wiped the sweat dripping down and stared at the goal.
Guess we have to win this one.
It seemed better to score one more here and win than rely on the next game.
With his mind made up, Dylan Monroe looked at his teammates.
Bertrandcourt and Barrow were looking back at him.
As if they shared the same thought, they nodded in unison.
The match resumed.
The DEL line started pushing forward, exchanging the ball at a quick tempo.
This suddenly?
Newcastle players panicked and scrambled to deal with the DEL line.
Damn, you guys in a hurry? Take it slow, man.
The moment Erwan Bertrandcourt received the ball, one player blocked his path.
Matteo.
It was Matteo Silva.
Hed rushed back without a chance to push the line up during DELs attack and now stood in Bertrandcourts way.
Pass and go, hurry.
Bertrandcourt snorted at Matteo Silvas words.
Old geezer still got a mouth on him.
Bertrandcourt dazzled with his feet before tapping to the left and darting in.
Whoa, where you going.
As if waiting, Matteo Silva shouldered him aside, stole the ball, and pushed him back.
Ugh...!
Clearly smaller and older, yet it felt like shoving a wallhe wouldnt budge.
What the hell?
Heavy, right? Thats the power of experience.
Matteo Silva chuckled, spun away with his back to him, and Bertrandcourt was shoved backward like it was nothing.
Matteo Silva looked ahead.
They were charging at him from all sides.
In his prime, at the striker position when a teammate in midfield had the ball, what would he have done?
Probably waited for an opening level with the defense.
Then what about Taeyang?
Who knows.
Unpredictable guy.
No time to think.
Just poke it into the open space, and hell handle it.
Matteo Silva looked ahead.
A wideopen space right in front of the defense.
He threaded the ball straight into the gap.
Like a laser, the ball streaked forward, and Yoon Taeyang appeared out of nowhere like a ghost to collect it.
Yoon Taeyang gets the ball!
The Gunners are unleashing massive jeers!
Fair enough. Two goals and two assists! Excluding Dylan Monroe with four goals today, hes the standout on the pitch!
All eyes turned to Taeyang.
In the midst of the jeers that could burden anyone, Taeyangs expression was no different from usual.
The only difference was that, unlike his usual languid look, he was more serious than ever.
With those serious eyes, he tapped the ball lightly and advanced, soon letting out a smirk.
Haha.
Ilkai Kozak was charging with eyes rolled back in fury.
His pride must be wounded.
Getting breached multiple times by a 16yearold? Enough to piss anyone off.
And after a few times, hed be convinced this one was different.
Hed seen it enough it looked easy now.
Just a kid, after all?
But the opponent was Yoon Taeyang.
A monster whod already lived once as a pro, returned, and dove back into soccer.
Facing the charging Ilkai Kozak, Taeyang dazzled with upperbody feints while running, then shifted his gaze left.
Nolook? Not falling for it, punk.
Still cautious, Kozak glanced sideways before refocusing on Taeyang.
Sure enough, Taeyang was cutting inside to the right.
Ilkai Kozak reacted by throwing his shoulder in.
In that moment, Taeyang stopped.
Kozak, anticipating it, spread his legs, planted himself, and braced his tilting body.
Taeyang pulled the ball back with his sole, then executed a back free flap, threading it between Kozaks legs.
Kozak, caught off guard, scrambled to recover, but it was too late.
Taeyang surged past him.
Meanwhile, another defender and the fullback, trusting only Kozak, now blocked Taeyangs path.
Taeyang dragged them both and cut inside toward goal.
Running diagonally, Taeyang was slower than the defenders charging straight, so they closed off his route faster.
Taeyang stopped, spun behind the defender in a crisp Zidaneesque turn.
Then, facing the fullback, he chipped the ball over the fullbacks head, dashed again, controlled it on his chest, and blew past the fullback in one breath.
Oh! Yoon Taeyang blows past three in a stunning display!
Just the keeper left!
Into the penalty area, Taeyang stared down the keeper, feinting with stepovers, then rolled the ball right and cut in a beat early, striking with his left outfront.
The keeper, expecting a right foot, was a beat late.
The result...
Hattrick! Yoon Taeyang completes his hattrick! Score is 54! Newcastle United finally takes the lead!
Unbelievable! A true wonderboy! A new eras wonderboy has arrived at Newcastle United!
Dare I prophesy keep your eyes on this player from now on! His name is Yoon Taeyang, bearing the English word for SUN. Just like his name, hes the rising sun of the Premier League!