Chapter 80
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 80
Chapter Title The Eldest Son Craves Soccer
Look at that.
Gino shrugged incredulously and waved his hand dismissively.
Told you soccers easy?
Damn Asian punk.
The crowd shared his sentiment, filling the stands with boos.
Taeyang paid them no mind, placing the ball on the halfway line and glaring at them.
Cocky little brat.
Gino gritted his teeth and spun the ball with a whistle.
The two holding midfielders started circulating it again as Milan gradually pushed their line forward.
Gino, watching them with a frustrated expression, bellowed.
Faster! Faster still!
As if hearing him, Milans passing quickened.
As Newcastle closed the gaps and pressed aggressively, Fernandez opted for a long ball forward instead of playing it back.
Arnold and Jenas rushed toward the ball dropping into the defensive line.
And from Milan
Bidovich!! Hes bursting between Arnold and Jenas!
The towering Eastern European striker Bidovich, brought in from Eastern Europe, went up for the aerial duel against the two centerbacks.
With his nearly 2meter frame and bearlike strength, he overpowered Arnold and Jenas, rising high to flick the ball down.
Bidovich flicks it on, and Gino takes it! Alberto Gino!
Arnold, unable to even jump after being shoved by Bidovich, immediately closed down on Gino.
Gino spun his back to the onrushing Arnold, feinting left before twisting right into the gap.
This time, Jenas stuck out a leg.
Gino chipped the ball over Jenass leg with his instep, then shouldered off Arnolds incoming challenge, using the momentum to burst the other way.
In that instant, Bandia came sliding in with a tackle.
Alberto Gino met Bandia headon, leaping over him with the ball.
And the moment he landed, Gino unleashed a shot without hesitation.
A shot one beatno, two beatsfaster than anyone could predict.
Lichel couldnt react in time as the ball rippled the net.
Waaaaaaaaah!
Unlike the earlier boos, an earthshattering roar erupted from San Siro.
Goal!
Gino! Alberto Gino! He equalizes right after Yoon Taeyangs goal!
After scoring, Gino raced to the stands, blowing kisses all around.
Even after his signature kiss celebration, he leisurely scanned the Newcastle players.
With a look that screamed they were beneath him.
Only after strolling casually back to the halfway line did the game restart.
Newcastle pushed their line up en masse, exchanging quick passes to advance the ball.
Milan players are pressing Menendez. Hes their playmaker, right?
Newcastles passes are getting cut offoh, Menendez sends it wide. Boxall takes it! Boxall whips in an early cross!
Illinyu gets it!
Lucas Giovanni stepped up to block Illinyu.
Giovanni didnt rush in recklessly on Illinyu.
He knew better than to underestimate a rival Inter player whod been top scorer.
Seeing Giovanni hang back warily, Illinyu grinned and cut inside to the right.
Giovanni didnt bite.
Illinyu only used his left foothed never expose the ball on a rightward run like that.
Giovanni shadowed him, waiting for the moment Illinyu switched direction.
Thats when the ball lifted off Illinyus foot.
Huh?
A leftfooted player doing what...?
By the time he glanced over in confusion
Yoon Taeyang was cutting in.
How?
Three players had been marking him like hawks.
Oh, Yoon Taeyang fakes a cutout to the sideline, then explodes inside in a flash. Incredible speed!
San Siro unleashed a torrent of boos as if theyd been waiting for it.
Amid the jeers meant to rattle him, Taeyang curled a shot before any defender could close.
No power, just a delicate caress sending the ball on an elegant archis trademark curlerevading the keepers hands and nestling into the far corner.
Oh! Another goal!
What is this?! Every time one side scores, the other responds immediately!
Score is 21! Three goals in just 15 minutes of the first half!
Yoon Taeyangs quick, isnt he?
Yoon Taeyang doesnt often sprint fulltilt, so people overlook it, but hes one of the fastest five in Newcastleno, the Premier League. And he fools everyone! He tricked all of Milans players who shifted to cover the flank.
After the goal, every fan in San Siro rained down wild boos.
Taeyang looked up at them.
Each time their eyes met, they hurled every insult imaginable.
Ah, so noisy.
Maybe he needed to do something more to shut them up?
Taeyang shook his head and walked back to the halfway line.
After trading three goals in the first 15 minutes combined, both teams settled into a stalemate with no further scores.
Now at the 38th minute of the first half.
A few crises had arisen, but the players whod been caught out by the fearsome boys seemed to have sharpened up, barely keeping the ball out.
Among them, the one growing impatient was Gino.
Ah, damn it.
After losing the ball to Jenass tackle on a dribble attempt, Gino slammed the turf in frustration.
I need to score.
Yoon Taeyang had two he had just one.
Wasnt this basically proving he was inferior?
He couldnt suffer that humiliation at San Siro.
The thought made him hasty.
The impatient Gino glanced back.
Newcastle was building up at a quick tempo, pushing forward.
Block it! Then send it up!
He yelled irritably.
Independent of his shouts, Milans players were throwing everything into stopping Newcastles buildup.
Omar, starting as left forward today, played it back under pressure from all sides.
Boxall, receiving it, passed centrally to Menendez, who escaped the press with Gomez and advanced.
Slipping past Fernandez and Tomari before they could join the line, Menendez found Yoon Taeyang.
Taeyang took it in front of Zefuni and Piemarti, spun to face them, then charged forward.
As Zefuni closed from the right and Piemarti from straight ahead, Taeyang carried it left.
Then a pass to Illinyu.
The moment Piemarti rushed toward Illinyu to link with Giovanni
Illinyu poked it forward.
Pierre!
Hearing Zefunis shout, Piemarti spun to chase.
Ah, too late.
Taeyang was sprinting for it, Zefuni on his tail.
Even a step behind, Piemartis straightline run looked like itd beat Taeyangs angled one to the ball.
Knowing that, Piemarti sprinted allout.
If he got beaten here, itd be a hattrick.
What could be more humiliating?
Clenching his teeth with that single thought, Piemarti got the ball at his feet.
Now just clear it out of bounds...
!!
In that split second, Piemarti regretted his hesitation.
He shouldve cleared it immediately.
How could he predict Taeyang would stick his foot in right then?
The infuriating brat didnt slow down, sliding his foot in to take the ball and spin.
Unbelievable how he could touch it so softly at full speed.
As he turned, Taeyangs number 7 flashed on his back.
Like he was mesmerized, Piemarti grabbed Taeyangs jersey.
Taeyang, about to shoot, tumbled backward.
Tweet!
The whistle pierced the air.
Ah...!
Damn.
Piemarti snapped to and checked his position.
Fucking penalty box.
You idiot!
Goalkeeper Matteo Passerini, charging out, cursed at Piemarti irritably.
Ah, sorry... I didnt think...
If hed known Passerini would time his rush perfectly, he wouldnt have grabbed the jersey.
Having inexplicably fouled, Piemarti apologized to Passerini and tried to back off.
But the ref ran up and brandished a card.
Yellow.
No way, a yellow card?!
Wasnt that blatant fouling?
Hearing that, Piemarti felt wronged.
The jersey? Yeah, he tugged it.
But he hadnt yanked hard enough to send him sprawling like that.
Taeyang couldve stood his ground and shot.
He tried protesting, but the incident was too clearcut the ref urged him firmly onward.
As teammates swarmed the ref in protest, Piemarti looked at Taeyang.
Smirk.
Taeyang grinned wickedly back at him.
That damn kid... Hollywood acting?
What Hollywood? If you didnt want it, dont grab the jersey.
Menendez, overhearing, mocked Piemarti from the side.
Piemarti hung his head.
Yeah, if he hadnt tugged the jersey, none of this wouldve happened.
Penalty kick awarded. And... Yoon Taeyangs stepping up to take it himself.
The creator of the penalty, on the verge of a hattrickmakes sense.
Right. But isnt this Yoon Taeyangs first penalty kick since pro debut?
Yes, records show zero penalty goals.
Big pressurecan he convert?
Hard to say. Most young players would crack, but its Yoon Taeyang. The kid who defies age with his play... somehow feels like hell nail the PK.
Taeyang set the ball down and eyed the goal.
Passerini waved his long arms up and down, swaying side to side, glaring sharply at Taeyang.
At the refs whistle, Taeyang backed up and charged.
Then hesitated midstride.
Stealing Passerinis rhythm as he set his stance.
Then exploding forward, leg whipping out.
Taeyangs body language screamed left!
In that instant, Passerini dove.
Even as Passerini flew, Taeyangs foot hadnt touched the ball.
Confirming it, Passerini looked up in despair at Taeyang.
Who smirked like the devil himself.
Taeyang lightly chipped the ball down the middle.
After faking the timing twice, it was a Panenka.
The perfect penalty to make a keeper look foolish.
Taeyang glanced at the stands as the ball floated over the line and bounced.
Fans stared at him in stunned disbelief, as if they were the keepers themselves.
Taeyang laughed at them.
A blatant sneer.