Chapter 75
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 75
Chapter Title HatTrick at Camp Nou
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Champions League Group Stage Group B
FC Barcelona 32 Newcastle
lollll Newcastles backline is a total joke lmao
Munich didnt loan out Genas for nothing, dudes a onetrick speed pony
Ansu Fatis still got that speed even getting on in years
Ansu Fatis fucked
Dying at Ansu Fatis panty play
Ansu Fati wtf
Newcastle gonna make it out of groups like this?
Taeyangll carry em right?
Even Yoon Taeyangd have a tough time doing much in his UCL debut tho
U think UCLs a joke?
Messi didnt even score on his UCL debut ya know?
fr fr
The situation wasnt good.
Matteo Silva straightened his back and scanned the surroundings.
For a bad situation, the players expressions werent half bad.
Except for the backline.
Is it positive?
Whats positive about it?
Silva spoke as he looked at Taeyang, who had his hands on his hips and was glaring at him sideways.
The lads are in decent shape. Except the backline, that is.
The backline being in shit shape is the problem.
So were in deep shit then?
No, whyre you acting like this today, old man?
Whatd I do?
We aint got time to nitpick that shit. Do something about it.
Silva shot Taeyang an irritated look at his words.
Not meyou do it!
Why me!
Cause youre wearing 7!
Youve got two 7s on!
Huh...!
The kid hadnt even lived half his own life, yet he talked like a goddamn lawyer.
Outlogicked, Matteo Silva slapped his thigh and said.
Ah, fine. Guess I gotta do a bit then.
Thats what they call leading by example back east.
Soar... sun... soo... bam?
Means an old guy steps up first and sets the standard.
Alright, Ill do that.
Silva said that and headed back to his position.
The match resumed.
Silva, whod promised to do something, was just wandering around.
Ansu Fati, several years his junior, was excitedly pressing Newcastle with gusto.
Man, being young rocks.
He was a veteran to others, but to Silva, Ansu Fatis age was still enviably spry.
His knees hurt way less back then.
Even now, his knees were decentnot quite like before, but serviceable.
Truth be told, hed been coasting a bit to save his energy for crunch time.
The marking on him naturally eased up, and he became a ghost on the pitch.
This was the moment the aging Silva loved most.
What he called Matteo Time.
In these moments, his expression grew even lazier.
He stopped running and started strolling the field like it was a park.
Then, in a situation like this, when all eyes drifted away from him...
He slipped ghostlike out of the defenders sight, sneaking into the box undetected.
BoxtoBox spotted him like a sixth sense and slotted the ball through.
In that instant, every eye locked onto the balland onto Silva.
The ghost turned protagonist in a flash.
All the opponents would go Oh shit, he was there! and stare at him dumbfounded after he scored.
Silvas favorite sight.
Thinking today would be no different, he took the ball and rifled a shot toward goal, picking a spot the keeper couldnt reach.
This ones in.
Matteo Silva clenched his fist, certain.
Until Barcelonas keeper Bartolomeu dove unbelievably, stretching to tip it away with his fingertips.
No way, howd you save that!
As Silva bellowed...
The ball clipped his fingers, hit the post, and ricocheted out.
It floated awkwardly high before dropping.
As everyone surged toward it...
One player was already charging in.
The kid who hadnt even lived half his life leaped gracefully, swinging his leg at it.
The ball smacked the ground and bulged the net, shaking it wildly.
Goal!
Its a leveler! Yoon Taeyang equalizes!
Yoon Taeyang marks his Champions League debut with a wondergoal!
The score was back to square one.
Taeyang bolted to the net, grabbed the ball, and sprinted to the halfway line.
Oh, Yoon Taeyangs taking the ball back to halfway.
Guess a draw aint enough for him.
I watched all his youth clips, and lemme tell ya, Yoon Taeyang looks chill but hes a winatallcosts beast. Acts like every second matters, just like this.
Exactly.
Taeyang played it cool on the outside, but inside he was boiling.
Lose to Barcelona?
In his past life, hed never beaten Real Madrid once, but against Barcelona? Hed never lostnot even when he couldnt win.
Barcelonas nemesis. The hunter.
The one who stabbed Culés in the ass.
Corny as it was, hed had nicknames like that.
No way hed get manhandled by this weaker Barcelona now.
Taeyang wiped his nose and barked at the players to hurry back, prompting Ansu Fati, whod been watching, to mutter.
Fun little brat.
Bet after the games over youll call him a shitty little brat.
In his past life, the retired Ansu Fati had tagged Yoon Taeyang as a shitty gimpy on SNS after Taeyangs 1 goal and 2 assists handed Barcelona their first title in 5 years.
Cursing Taeyangs limping knees postmatch.
Hed replied something back then, but couldnt remember what.
Lost in thought, Silva approached.
Hey, that was my move you stole.
Well, finish properly next time!
Ah, getting oldeyes are going, slipped up.
Jeez.
But now you cant ignore me. How bout using me some?
Ive been using you nonstop since earlier.
Silva flashed an Ooh face and grinned.
The whistle blew, and play resumed.
Hurrying the ball to halfway was to restart quick and keep the momentum.
Press the disorganized foes before they regrouped, steal it back fast.
Taeyang marked the backline tightly, a different beast now.
Garcia clicked his tongue watching Taeyang dart everywhere.
Damn, scurrying around like a rat.
Taeyang glanced at him.
Why you standing there like a dumbass defender?
My business, punk.
Mines too, fucker.
Fucker? Thats your countrys curse, right? Cocky little shit.
Taeyang shook his head.
Westerners are lowkey bigger boomers than they let on.
Boo... boomer? Whats that...!
As Garcia scowled...
The ball came his way.
He panicked and chased it.
Who the hell passes to a marked man?
Screws the plan!
Then he saw Taeyang snatch it and pivot elegantly around him as the pivot.
Ah.
Not to meto Yoon Taeyang.
Whend he steal it?
Ignoring his own fault for not checking amid the kids taunt, Garcia chased.
But the more he chased, the farther away.
Fast.
Garcia was slow enough already, slower with age, but Taeyangs legs were the quickest here, no question.
With the keeper looming, Taeyang nudged it aside, skirted him, and tapped into the open net.
Goal! Taking Menendezs defensesplitting pass, elegant turn past Garcia, clean finish! Yoon Taeyang rides the momentum for another in just 4 minutes!
Yoon Taeyangreally 16? Korea producing a gem like this. Amazing. So proud!
kyaaaaaaa mooomooo
national pride hit after forever, chefs kiss
Park Mingyu aint enough for nat pride?
PostSon Heungmin gen cant settle for Park Mingyu
But Yoon Taeyangs the real deal
G legit goosebumps...
Insane
Hattrick in play now...?
Hattrick vibes.
The mood.
The energy.
The most ominous aura for Culés filled their own Camp Nou.
Barcelona felt it too.
All eyes locked on the cocky 16yearold brat.
One more to him? Humiliation. Degradation.
16yo hattrick at Camp Nou?
If it happened, itd scar Barca history for 10 years? No, 100. Till soccer died.
Dreadful thoughtthey desperately blocked.
It turned Barca defensive, Newcastle aggressive.
Except one player.
Pass! Forward! Ill sort it!
Team ace, vet, leader Ansu Fati barked at the lads.
The ace whod led for years carried weight.
Barca players, hunkered defensively, all looked to him.
Ball funneled to Ansu Fati.
Marked heavy, but he escaped pressure with passes and dribbles.
Newcastle nowhere.
Time to reset, seize momentum.
Mighty Barca wont lose to noname Newcastle.
Ansu Fati nutmegged Arnold with a classic La Croqueta, eyeing goal.
Just Ricella left.
Tough keeper, but on fire today.
Body rusty postinjury, but his feet were razorsharp.
Even Ricella couldnt stop him. Felt like it.
Ansu Fati shaped up and shot.
Definite goal.
That instant.
Whoa there.
Outta nowhere.
Silva.
The old demon, years his senior, blocked his path.
And stole the ball.
How?!
Ansu Fati muttered, tumbling after losing it.
Silva breezed past, muttering back like a reply.
Cause youre shit and I watch you every day.
Seemed easy to beat, but that talent wall you couldnt cross.
Pissed him off at first, so he watched. Then to learn. Now cause predicting your plays was fun.
The young attacker who only attacked? Old age taught him defense too.
Silva, whod sprinted fulltilt to intercept, eyed forward.
Aging hadnt just boosted his defending.
He pinged it to a spot that absurd kid would love.
Barca backline dropped urgently to the landing zone.
Taeyang, a step behind, chased their backs.
Eyeing the dropping ball amid defenders, he backbodied Garcia.
Garcia shoved from behind, Enzo from the side, both vying for it.
Young, but Taeyang held firm.
Withstood them, met the drop clean on his instep.
Ball stuck perfect, no bounce, cushioned soft to turf.
Dodged Enzos poke, rolled it aside hipchecked shoving Garcia, pivoted smooth.
Garcia reached for Taeyangs kit, hiding from ref.
Smack.
Taeyangs hand swatted it away like he had eyes there.
Then he bolted.
Or tried.
Barca fullback Balde cut him off.
No space.
Taeyang twisted left, feinting a surge.
Balde shiftedTaeyang leftfooted it right, flipped direction, burst right.
Hmph!
Balde anticipated, blocked right.
Blocked?
Nah.
Taeyang mocked with a Free Flap, dragging it back through Baldes legs.
Lightning left, he curled it cornerward.
Mathematically impossible arcripped the net.
Hhhattrick! Hattrick!
No need to check records! Youngest in Champions League history!
And youngest ever vs. Barca too! Yoon Taeyang makes history!
Barcelonas day of shame!
Hattrick hero Taeyang stood frozen, staring at goal.
The Culé responded.
Rise.
Clap, clapclapclap!
Bittersweet standing ovation.
To Yoon Taeyang, architect of Barcas greatest humiliation.