Chapter 85
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 85
Chapter Title Historic Glut Against Man City
No player had ever scored four goals singlehandedly against Manchester City. That much was certain.
At least not since the Premier League was founded.
Not even a hattrick in the last ten years or so.
That was how absolute Manchester Citys dominance had been in the Premier League.
Even with the team wobbling, this was beyond humiliating.
The first half wasnt even close to overbarely ten minutes had passedand already Manchester City fans were storming out of the away end.
If even the fans were turning away, imagine how the players felt.
Every single player on the pitch today was experiencing a debacle like this for the first time.
But there was no sign of things improving.
Manchester City couldnt advance the ball, and Newcastle pressed relentlessly to steal it.
Every time a Newcastle player charged in, they panicked and rushed passes around.
Of course, none of them were accurate.
Gomez easily snatched the ball and passed it to Albrecht on the opposite flank.
Albrecht hugged the touchline and drove forward.
Manchester Citys players swarmed toward him like they couldnt even see the rest of the game.
Albrecht whipped a cross into the penalty area from that situation.
Players charged toward the sharply curling ball.
Taeyang was among them.
But most of Manchester Citys defenders were marking Illinyu.
Illinyus physicality and heading ability were legendary, while Taeyang had never scored a header in his life.
Of course, he wasnt completely free. Nenov was glued to his side.
Nenov wasnt as physically imposing as Echekwem, but he was a crafty veteran.
He twisted his body this way and that, shoving Taeyang behind him with his hips.
Physical battles arent my strong suit.
Yeah, nobodys perfect.
A flaw or two was only natural.
Was it really a flaw, though...?
That was what Nenov thought even as he stuck tight to Taeyang, eyes on the ball.
The ball was dropping.
Coincidentally, right at the height where Nenov could reach it if he jumped.
He tried to hipcheck Taeyang one more time, but something felt off.
Empty.
The presence that had been shoving desperately from behind was gone.
Taeyang had slipped slyly to Nenovs side, thrusting out a leg and arm to shove him backward.
Wait, hadnt his physical game seemed weak? Hadnt he buckled under pressure?
It was a ruse.
Taeyang craftily shoved Nenov aside and leaped first.
Nenov jumped after him, only for his eyes to bulge wide.
!!
How could anyone jump that high? Taeyangs sergeant jump was insane.
At least a head higher.
Desperate, Nenov grabbed at his jersey to pull him down, but Taeyang was already thrusting his head at the ball.
The moment his head met it, he nodded it into a new direction.
As the keeper stretched out for the bouncing ball, it swerved past him and crossed the line.
WAAAAAAAAAAH!
The roar filled the stadium even louder than before.
The fifth goal! Its a glut! Hes tied the Premier League singlegame scoring record! Yoon Taeyang!!!
Newcastle legend Alan Shearer holds that record too! The moment Newcastles young prince stands shouldertoshoulder with the clubs legend!
The commentators didnt say it, but it was also payback for Newcastles darkest moment.
Newcastle had once gifted five goals to Manchester Citys legendary striker Sergio Agüero.
And now the youngest player everthe fastest in history at just 11 minuteshad done it.
Not midway through the match, but in the first 11 minutes.
In this beyond pathetic, Manchester Citys debuting manager Berger squeezed his eyes shut.
Half the away fans had fled, while the Toons erupted into a unified chant for Yoon Taeyang.
Oh, my Sun!
Oh, our Sun!
Oh, everyones Sun!
The song rang out like a hymn, with some fans weeping as if receiving a deity.
When will we see a record like this again? Were witnessing history right now.
The most dangerous boy in the Premier Leagueno, the worldYoon Taeyang!
Left foot, right foot, headerTaeyang had made it perfect. He waved both arms up and down to the Toons chanting his song.
More, they heard.
Choke Manchester City with it here in New St. James Park.
The Toons obeyed their young princes solemn command.
Having whipped up the fans, Taeyang scanned for his family.
His siblings, mom, grandfathers, and dadall cheering wildly, eyes locked on him.
Taeyang beamed at them.
Hey, ease up.
Silva approached and ribbed him.
Huh?
Ease up, man. Theres such a thing as sportsmanship. At this rate, the kidsll cry on the pitch... wait, theyre already crying. Theyll retire at this rate.
Taeyang glanced around at Silvas words.
Echekwem was bawling like a child.
What a weak mentality. Tsk tsk.
Thats normal after eating five goals. Youre the weird one. Seriously, you got a 50yearold grandpas soul in that 16yearold body or what?
Howd you know?
Ha, five goals got you in a good mood, huh? Even taking jokes now?
Ugh.
Taeyang sighed and jogged back to the halfway line.
Five goals in, and he felt light as air.
Oh.
Only 11 minutes had passed.
Hed scored so many hed thought the game was over.
Taeyang wiped the sweat beading on his jersey and waited for the opposition to kick off.
Tweet!
The whistle blew.
He figured the shellshocked Manchester City would play it safe out from the back.
But Luke Young received it and started charging with the ball.
What the?
Had he lost his mind?
Or did he think he was Yoon Taeyang?
Was it the hero complex, thinking he could weave through and score to save the day?
Kids hearts are unpredictable, huh.
Taeyang clicked his tongue and rushed at Luke Young.
Luke Young hesitated, then set his jaw and dribbled tentatively toward him.
Yup, that was it.
The hero fantasy.
Luke Young rolled the ball nimbly.
A clumsy La Croqueta.
He mustve thought itd shake Taeyang, but sadly, counting his past life, Taeyang had stolen the ball from opponents more often than hed dribbled past them.
Remembering foes from before, he effortlessly nicked the ball from the amateurish Luke Young, gathered it as he breezed past, and eyed the goal ahead.
Weird.
The goal looked so far, yet crystal clear.
Heck, it felt huge.
Taeyang glanced at goal again while driving forward.
Even clearer now.
Pushing farther, he saw the path narrowing.
The players were scrambling to reorganize.
Five goals already...
One risky shot wouldnt hurt.
With the goal yawning wide, Taeyang unleashed full power.
The ball rocketed off his foot straight at goal.
It flew with terrifying speed, rose slightly, then began wobbling wildly entering the box.
A knuckleballthe kind modern balls rarely allowed.
It rattled the already broken keepers mind, dipped sharply in front of him, evading his dive and nestling into the net.
Goagoal! Goal! Another goal! GOAL!!
My God...! Double hattrick! Yoon Taeyang shatters the Premier League singlegame scoring record!
Over the insurmountable wall of fivehe stands alone! Yoon Taeyang!!
Newcastles young prince forges history in his castle!
Fastest five, fastest six, youngest four, five, sixcountless scoring records fall to the sun!
Can you believe it? This players just 16 years and 280 days old!
Whoa... it went in.
Taeyang stared at the net, dumbfounded.
From here? That easy?
He hadnt even aimed for it, but a perfect knuckle fooled the keeper.
Anything works today.
About 39 meters out. What a monstrous longrange strike!
Another record? Two left, two right, one header, one screamer.
A perfect double hattrick isnt overstating it!
With every Toon roaring like theyd seen God, Taeyang trudged back to halfway.
You madman, said hog the ball, but you did it all solo!
Right? Everythings going in today.
Silva shook his head at Taeyangs quip.
Honestly, it was a bit much.
He always shocked, but today it bordered on ecstasy.
Playing alongside this genius was an honor in itself.
A sudden thought hit him, and Silva said to Taeyang,
Hey, when you retire and write your autobiography, mention my name, yeah?
What? Jinxing a guy just starting out?
Cmon, do it!
If his name made the book, it might echo through generations.
Halfjoking, sure, but seeing Taeyang recoil sparked an urge to force it in.
The game restarted amid that.
Fronthalf subs were rare, but Man Citys manager made changes.
Yanking Luke Young and Echekwem, he threw in defensive reinforcements.
They parked the bus hard.
No thought of crossing halfway.
No more goals, period.
Their play grew rougher too.
Ready to drown Taeyang at the first chance.
Or maybe they really were.
Watching the game turn nastywith dangerous tackles flying at TaeyangArtelli seized a lull from fouls to sub.
Rare firsthalf change for Newcastle too. Taeyang headed to the bench.
Things getting chippyArtelli pulls Taeyang.
Sensible. Up six already. Above all, he must protect the teams treasure.
Ah, the Toons give departing Yoon Taeyang a standing ovation.
Like the Toons, applause for Newcastles young prince. Worship is due!
With Taeyang off,
Man City couldnt escape, conceding more to Illinyu and Silva in the second half for an 80 nightmare.
Thus, Premier League Round 10 became the death knell for Manchester City.