I'm Decent Enough, Right?

“This fuck…!”

Diena immediately cursed the moment she saw Amira's high tackle. It looked like a malicious tackle targeting the shin. No matter how much they said they were roughing up the rookie player to make them adapt before the match, doing a tackle like that...!

And the next thing that happened, another curse came out.

“This fuck….”

But this curse was mixed with astonishment, unlike the previous one that was agitated.

“Aaaah! My leg! My, leg!”

Amira, whose leg was stepped on by Ryu Ha-neul's cleat, was writhing on the ground clutching her calf.

'This fuck...'

And when she realized the situation, she had no choice but to curse internally.

'She stepped on the spike. If it's this bad, at least a tear in the calf muscle. At least 2 months to as long as 6 months.... No team would want to sign an injured player, so it's impossible to offer Amira in the winter transfer market.'

The realistic problem hit Diena's head.

“Amira! Are you okay!”

“Doctor! Doctor! Fuck, someone call Michel quickly!”

“No, first bring a stretcher!”

Between Ryu Ha-neul and Amira, Diena's heart leaned towards Ha-neul, but she didn't want Amira to get injured. Amira was a player who had received transfer offers worth 100 billion won just for this summer transfer market.

If she offered Amira to a desperate team in the winter market, it could be a world record for defenders, but Amira getting injured was the worst of the worst.

“Ryu, are you okay?”

“Uh.... Yeah.... But, my ankle is a bit sore.”

Moreover, seeing Ha-neul holding his ankle with trembling eyes and looking helpless, Diena felt even more troubled. Such accidents where you fall on the opponent's body during landing and get injured are always mentally shocking for the opposing team player, let alone injuring a teammate....

She was worried that the young Ha-neul's mind might be hurt, and because of the sore ankle, he might not be able to play in the next game.

'According to the scout report sent by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠La Masia's coaching staff, it's a gentle, introverted, boyish personality.... It must have been a big shock.'

According to the report, Ha-neul is a typical boyish personality who doesn't talk much when with close friends. Such a player experiencing this accident, his mentality must have been hit.

'...For now, I need to comfort Ryu.'

After organizing her thoughts, Diena quickly finished the training by organizing the situation. It didn't seem helpful to continue training in this atmosphere.

“And, Ryu. You also get your ankle treated and come to the coaching room. There's something to talk about.”

“...Yes.”

And still not shaken, seeing Ha-neul trembling at her call, she thought.

'It's fortunate that Ryu didn't get injured. Amira can be replaced by Tena, but if Ryu got injured by that tackle, the attack would have been terrible until Arnal comes... Haha, thinking like this even in this situation, I guess I went all the way.'

Feeling that she was calculating the pros and cons even though her starting defender was injured, Diena moved to the coaching room, feeling ugly about herself.

'Fuck, this is really fucked up?'

The newly called-up rookie tackled the starting defender. Accidents like this don't happen. But I was calm. The moment I realized the situation, I immediately grabbed my ankle.

No matter how big the accident, you can't say anything to the injured player!

I grabbed my ankle, made a pitiful expression as if I was practicing alone, and rolled my eyes around. It was practice I did later to deceive the referee when I received rough fouls, and luckily, the practice didn't go to waste, as the surrounding players sent pitiful looks at me too.

“Ryu, are you okay?”

“Uh.... Yeah.... But, my ankle is a bit sore.”

Grabbing the ankle, firing the pitiful expression!

“Ugh... ”

Alvaria made a pitiful expression at my face. From the expression, it seemed she had noticed that Amira had made a dangerous tackle. And that Alvaria, the team's ace and having huge influence on the players, thought I was pitiful, was half success.

If even the legend Lucia had made such an expression, it would have been better, but since Lucia was currently looking at Amira's condition, I was a bit sorry.

Anyway, even if it was Alvaria instead of Lucia, the one with influence within the team was the same, so what remained was....

“And, Ryu. You also get your ankle treated and come to the coaching room. There's something to talk about.”

...Only the coach who wouldn't look good on me for tackling the team's starting defender. Defense is important, as there's a saying that while attack makes fans happy, defense leads the team to victory, but with the starting defender injured for at least 2 months, the coach wouldn't look good on me.

So, what I could do was only to make a pitiful expression while pretending to be pitiful.

I don't know how I ended up doing even this acting while playing football, but since the women had decided to play football in the world, it was inevitable, so I answered the coach's words as pitifully as possible.

“...Yes.”

My answer made the coach's expression harden.

'Fuck, is this acting not working? Are they going to demote me right away for this?'

A sense of unease crept into a corner of my mind. But, since tackling the starting defender was quite a big deal, it was troublesome.

“Ryu, player? Ryu, player? Is it okay here?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Eh? You injured your ankle.”

“Uh, ah! Ah! It hurts there!”

Even when the team doctor was examining my ankle by touching it, I couldn't get my mind straight.

“Hmm, no big abnormalities, if it's very painful, I can take X-ray or MRI... ”

“...I don't think it's that bad. I think it will get better after resting for a day or two.”

“I think so too. Actually, there are cases where you feel pain just from the shock. But, is your mind okay? There are quite a few players who get shocked by this kind of thing. This is not my specialty, you should go to the hospital... ”

“Uh.... My mind is a bit off, but I'm a pro too.”

“It's not good for your mental health to just endure like that, Ryu. Sometimes spilling it to someone can be a big relief. If you want, the club players' hospital... ”

The team doctor was kindly saying that I might have trauma. Seeing that she was worried about me, it seemed she hadn't noticed that I was faking an illness.

“Yes, I'll think about it. But, I'm really okay right now.”

“Hmm.... There might be a thought that I have to show a strong appearance, but there's no need to deceive yourself that much. Ryu is Ryu... ”

“Uh, yes.”

'Ha, I'm okay. Who are you treating as a patient.'

Listening to the talkative team doctor's words with one ear and letting the other pass, after wrapping my ankle with compression bandage, finally the team doctor left.

Feeling again that even if too kind, it can be annoying, I went to the coaching room.

Knock knock.

“Coach, it's Ryu.”

“Alright, come in.”

Entering the coaching room, the coach who was doing various things with a hardened face greeted me. Since the last time I saw the coach's expression wasn't good, I immediately apologized.

“Uh.... Sorry.”

“No. It was an accident that happened while trying to avoid the tackle. ...And Amira's tackle was a bit high too.”

But unlike my expectation, the coach answered my words with a gentle expression. Moreover, it seemed she had clearly noticed why this accident happened. But Amira was a player receiving 380 million won in salary. But I was the one who tackled a player who hadn't even signed a pro contract yet, so I didn't fall for the gentle expression and apologized again.

“Sorry! Coach! Because of my carelessness... ”

“No, no. I'm really okay. Sit down and talk.”

'...What? Is it really okay? That Amira?'

I was a bit curious, but since I couldn't refuse the coach's words, I sat on the prepared chair.

“Ryu, how's your ankle? You were holding your ankle earlier.”

What answer should I give here? Should I say it's okay? Or pretend to be hurt to avoid responsibility? In that moment, my head spun quickly.

'As expected, be plain here...'

“A little pain, but not much. After putting on the compression bandage, the pain almost disappeared. I'll know tomorrow, but.”

After giving a slightly ambiguous answer, I watched the coach's expression. The wrinkles on the coach's forehead deepened with my answer.

“Hmm. The match is in 3 days...”

And the coach's quiet mutter hit my ear. Worrying about the match date meant that she intended to use me as a starter!

The coach really didn't seem to care much about me tackling Amira.

'Yeah, since Arnal is also injured, I can't not use me. Yeah, fuck, I'm good enough.'

...Anyway, it seemed the bandage on my ankle could be taken off immediately after returning.