Chapter 97
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 97
Chapter Title Charlie Generals Brutal Soccer
I looked at Liverpools manager.
Liverpools manager is Charlie Adam.
Charlie Adam.
If youve heard the name somewhere, youre probably the same age as my dad.
And instinctively, youd shout.
Charlie General...!
In my previous life, I had no reason to know about his playing career, but now I know from Dad.
One wordCharlie Generalexplains why Liverpool plays like this.
He wasnt a flashy player.
He boasted powerful kicks, vision, and gritty play, which in a way resembled the current Liverpool.
He developed a soccer philosophy mirroring his own playing style and established himself as a Premier League legend.
His playing career wasnt glamorous, but he shone as a manager.
Of course, he also carried a notorious reputation that even fans hated.
For starters, his soccer was rough and pragmaticboring, resultchasing stuff with no flairbut it was rough like his play.
The pitch right now might as well have had eleven Charlie Generals running around.
It wasnt soccer. It was soccer 2.
Played by Charlie Generals underlings.
They threw elbows aggressively, twofooted tackles popped up whenever, and in physical battles, they even threw chokeholds.
No one liked this soccer.
Not even the Kop.
But as soccer maniacs, they still filled the stands.
It made money and cost less, so he had the Liverpool boards love.
Sigh, no hope.
The club, the manager.
And our players in this match too.
Right then, Liverpools attack kicked off after a rough tackle stole the ball.
They lofted a kickpass into space and took possession. If a challenge happened, brutal physicality followed.
Theyd overpower the opponent with raw strength and push forward.
When a player closed in to steal, theyd counter with a Charliestyle elbow swing, shake off the press, run, and pass.
When the ball reached the striker, hed turn his back and thwackthwack defenders with elbows while spinning toward goal.
If he couldnt score himself, hed pass without hesitation to a teammate whod pushed up.
And soon enough, a shot.
Liverpool went up by two goals.
Our players shot uncomfortable glares at the celebrating Liverpool side.
It was enough to piss anyone off.
You could say, If its like that, we play soccer 2 too, but our guys werent capable of that level.
Right then, Silva walked by, encouraging each player one by one.
This guy, who didnt meddle much in his final years, had switched into serious soccer mode for once.
With a grave expression, he steadied the players reliably, then circulated the ball to restart play.
Play built around Menendez.
Menendez and the team avoided direct clashes with Liverpool.
If a player approached, pass to someone else. If a challenge loomed, drop it back immediately to keep possession.
Against us playing like that, Liverpools players charged like they were dying to collide and brawl.
Still, we somehow advanced the ball to Liverpools defensive third.
Right then, Silva took possession.
Silva approached Liverpool players without hesitation.
I wondered what this kneebattered vet would do, but as they swarmed like theyd spotted easy prey, he chipped the ball swiftly behind them.
Illinyu claimed it and charged.
A shot exploded out like it was gonna go bang!
Waaaaah!
Chasedown goal!
Illinyu, whod scored, bolted to Silva, stared him down, and roared.
That chip shot... kinda like the one I did?
Hes copying me.
Experience lets him mimic footwork after one look.
So thats why they say old gingers the hottest.
I checked the clock.
First half winding down.
Would we hold this score to the break?
Nope.
Liverpool bullied forward roughly again and somehow conjured an absurd goal.
Bell Artromthe guy so much like Charlie they called him his son, but with even better skillripped a insane midranger to make it 3nil and end the half.
Artelli, watching it all, rested a hand on my shoulder.
Youll sub in for the second half, so skip the locker room. Get loose.
Got it. Uh... where and how should I play?
Wherever you want.
Sweet.
lmao you guys check the local Liverpool fan forum? Local Kops are in a dilemma hating Charlie but loving the win
lmao still cant believe Liverpool put Charlie General in charge
Didnt wanna splash on a bigname manager but couldnt grab just anyone, so perfect price for solid results and boom only Charlie was available lol
Coincidence birthed a disaster
My dad sighs like howd Liverpool end up like this
lmao same my dad
But hey results speak, up two on Newcastle rn
Match is a blast Im dying lol feels like UFC
But why no Taeyang?
Managers protecting him probs
Yeah halftime now warming up looks like hes subbing in
Oh second half incoming
The second half was underway.
Newcastle, rested at halftime, made one change.
Taeyang slotted in as right winger for Omar.
Taeyang stamped the turf firmly and did one last shakeout.
Hey, you good?
Silva asked, face etched with worry.
Good for what?
Its dangerous.
Dangerous? Thats soccer.
Taeyangs deadpan drew a headshake from Silva, who got dead serious.
No, really dangerous. Youre not solo. This clubs living for youfans too. You know that?
Words thatd crush someone else, but Taeyang just grinned.
I fight good. You know.
Young buck like you wouldnt get itthat fight and a soccer fight? Different beasts.
Ill outdo you there too, Silva.
Silva paused at Taeyangs allknowing look and sighed.
Fine. Handle it. But get hurt? That oneweek injury turns into a month.
Yup.
Taeyang nodded and peered past the halfway line.
There they were Charlie Generals sons, drooling like hyenas with prey in sight.
Taeyang met their stares headon.
Ha.
Bell Artrom, lurking behind the attackers, snorted and muttered something.
What? F... little... shit... wants to die?
Taeyang lipread it and cracked a grin.
A nasty smirk that didnt belong on his handsome, refined face.
The moment Bell Artrom locked eyes with it up close, his gaze started to ice over.
Tweet!
The whistle blew. Game on.
Move, you little shit! Move!
Bell Artrom chased Taeyang.
Meanwhile, Taeyang took Silvas pass, turned it back, then drove forward.
Wheres this snotnosed punk mocking folks?
Bell Artrom hounded him relentlessly, even talking smack.
So? Age matter on the pitch? Whatre you, barely out the womb, pulling this dirty veteran act.
Bell Artrom straightened up at Taeyangs retort and stalked toward him.
Huh?
What thepsycho?
Taeyang blinked at him blankly.
Outta nowhere, Bell Artrom closed in and shoved his head right in Taeyangs face.
Liverpools playersand any fans who knew Bell Artromthought the same.
Its on.
That was his move bully young talent, press up close to crush their spirit.
How many promising kids had buckled under it?
Even the feisty ones with fire didnt fold easy, but Bell Artroms physique was the problem.
Pushing 2 meters, monstrous build, ugly mugnobody dared mouth off lightly.
But Taeyang didnt flinch.
He shoved Bell Artroms head back and shot the ref a whatthehell look.
The ref clocked it, paused play, and approached.
Like I said, this ref was lenient on fouls.
But he wouldnt let a powder keg just simmer.
Whats this nonsense?
Well...
Bell Artrom tried appealing to his ref buddy to lean on Taeyang.
Taeyang cut in.
Ref, this guys nuts. Comes at me outta nowhere picking a fight!
Nuts...?
Or trying to scare me cause Im young? Thats a headbutt right there!
The ref sideeyed Bell Artrom.
Artrom. Behave.
That was it.
Not pushing his personal pal too hard.
Taeyang nodded like hed expected as much, glanced around, then backed off.
Play resumed.
Bell Artrom stuck to Taeyang like glue, pressing hard.
You could feel hed throw a dirty tackle if the ball touched down.
Newcastle players sensed it.
Cant pass there.
Even Menendez avoided forcing it to Taeyang, shipping it left to Silva to work the game.
Silva controlled the ball, eyed Illinyus run for a pass.
Then Taeyangwith Bell Artrom gluedbolted suddenly.
Bell Artrom reacted and gave chase, but the gap didnt close.
Silva hesitated a beat, then whipped a cross Taeyangs way.
A whipcracksharp, lightning cross dropped in front.
Taeyang slowed, waiting on it.
This punk thinks I cant catch up?
Bell Artroms voice hit, along with a sneaky hand creeping from behind.
Taeyang flicked a glance at the ref.
Out of sight, his right arm cracked Bell Artroms ribs.
Not brutal, but the size gap nailed the liverBell Artrom wheezed.
Taeyang took one more step and volleyed the dropping ball clean.
It skimmed low off his boot and ripped the net.
Waaaaah!
Cheers erupted as Taeyang spun, eyeing Bell Artrom who clutched his side and glared daggers.
Hey, fair play, yeah? Fair play.
Flames shot from Bell Artroms eyes.
Taeyang held his gaze, eyes crystal clear, and grinned.
No fair play? I might get dirty too.
Bell Artrom gawked, speechless.
Never seen anyone declare dirty play so brazenly to his face.
Taeyang patted his shoulder and strolled off.
Fearless pup who didnt know wolf from dog.
Or a mad dog with no fear?
Eyes were too pure for a psycho, though.