Chapter 23
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Translator: Silver Dragon
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Black Sheep -2
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Javier Marias.
The man who had anchored Real Madrid's midfield before Luis García's transfer.
He'd been excluded from the squad list as a rebuke for publicly airing internal club matters and disrupting team unity.
"Why the hell did they bench me instead of that lazy, team-poisoning bastard?!"
Hurt by the club's incomprehensible decision, Javier Marias vented on his SNS.
I'm not happy at Real Madrid.
One black sheep is turning the club rotten.
Javier, I became your fan watching your fiery play at Santiago Bernabéu. I get how you feel right now. But posting this right before a match? I don't think that's right.
Javier Marias had hoped some Madridistas would empathize on his post.
But after a long wait with no supportive comments, criticism started pouring in instead. He blocked the accounts of those commenters.
Bzzz—
The vibration of his smartphone pulled him back to SNS, and Javier Marias exploded in rage.
(A black sheep drawing made by Yu-na)
@JavierMarias Watch this game closely. This is how you play soccer.
Oh! We believe in you, Jesus! Hat-trick this game too, please!
Hala Madrid! Hala Jesus!
lol that black sheep drawing is hilarious. Looks just like something my 5-year-old daughter drew.
My wife drew that picture.
Oh. Jesus, is your wife an artist by any chance? It feels like it's purifying my soul.
"Puta, you goddamn punk!!!"
Crack—!
Unable to contain his fury, Javier Marias hurled his smartphone against the wall, smashing it to pieces.
15th minute of the first half
Real Madrid 0 : 0 Real Sociedad
"Urk—!"
Antony intercepted a pass from a Sociedad midfielder with a fierce sliding tackle. The midfielder raised both arms in protest to the ref.
The referee shook his head, signaling it was clean play.
Antony quickly passed to Luis García.
"Luis!"
I'd been running the line cautiously when our eyes met. I bolted full speed into the open space.
"Jesus, you rotten bastard! If you sky another rocket, I'm never passing to you again!"
Luis, still fuming over my water rocket shot just three minutes prior, stabbed the ball into the space ahead of me.
I smoothly controlled Luis's pass forward—
Slip—
Ah. Slipped.
"Hostia (fuck)! You did that on purpose!"
No. The grass was slick. Is that my fault?
This is so unfair, I'm dying here.
This is exactly why you shouldn't hang with these hot-tempered Barcelona rejects.
Grass was slippery, why's Luis mad? lol
PTSD from that water rocket earlier lol
Fr, blasting it full force then raising hands like oops? Pisses me off. Luis is S-tier for not grabbing his collar.
Special commentator Lee Man-soo, reading the viewer chat, spoke cautiously.
We get it! Stop already, Man-soo hyung!
Will Jesus hyung end up like this when he retires?
Jesus hyung would just drop f-bombs mid-commentary lol
Fuck, soccer sucks? Like this? lololol
At just 20 years old, Song Yu-na had married her first boyfriend, Jesus Joo, whom she'd met recently, and settled in Spain. Though new to the country, she was adapting to Spanish culture at breakneck speed.
"Me cago en tu puta madre! (Mom insult) If you hurt my husband, you're dead meat!"
She hurled vicious curses at the Real Sociedad player who'd tackled Jesus Joo hard.
When Jesus Joo got the ball, she rubbed her belly wildly in support.
"Jesus!!! Our little scorer wants to see you score!!!"
Deep into the match, Song Yu-na's ears auto-filtered Kim Doo-sik's words.
"...Sister-in-law, you're not pregnant yet, right?"
"Hala! Madrid!!"
Nuñez, watching Song Yu-na cheer passionately for Madrid, approached with a smile.
"¡Hola! Long time no see."
"Yes, President. Good to see you."
Spotting Nuñez, Kim Doo-sik introduced him to Song Yu-na.
"This is Real Madrid's president."
Song Yu-na greeted him warmly, then realized her rowdy behavior and scratched her head sheepishly.
"Ah! Nice to meet you. I'm... Song Yu-na."
"Oh, don't be so formal. Jesus Joo is like a nephew to me. And his wife is already a top-notch Madridista."
Song Yu-na gave an awkward smile at the president's words. But as Jesus Joo started a breakthrough, she dove back into wild cheering.
"Kyaa—! Jesus!"
Receiving a pass from Luka Savić and starting my dribble, Yu-na's cheers rang out.
As expected from a singer—her voice carries like no other.
She'd only recently learned Spanish, but her curses at that Sociedad player earlier were spot-on. The guy who tackled me even teared up.
While musing on Yu-na's hooligan potential, I'd dismantled Sociedad's defense.
"Huh?"
In the penalty area now,
I feinted a right-footed shot to unbalance the pale-faced keeper, then casually finished with my left.
The ball crossed the line without resistance. Goal.
Swish—
Seeing the net ripple, I sprinted toward the VIP seats where Yu-na was.
Yu-na jumped in place, thrilled, as I approached.
"Jesus!!!"
I blew her a hand kiss with her beaming smile. She blew one back.
Grinning at her cuteness, I turned to the camera and did the cradle celebration.
[Current Children: 0 (1 incoming)]
The Madrid players erupted in wild celebration at my cradle.
"Vamos!! Kid, aren't you too fast?!"
"Damn! This cheeky Jesus is gonna be a dad before me! Sneaky little saint!"
"Jesus! You're sending the kid to La Fábrica, right?!"
Thanking them, I let out a hollow laugh at Sergio Pepe's words.
It hasn't even been born yet,
you crazy Madridista bastard.
Community users watching Jesus Joo's cradle ceremony applied the "Fundamentals Test" to him.
1. Flashy Exterior
(Jesus Joo training in gonryongpo)
This guy's got no clue about style.
(Style change after Yu-na)
Bow to Yu-na in thanks.
Pass
2. Money Obsessed
[My heart is in Barcelona, but let's hear the terms.]
Aaah! Drops pure gold quotes here.
Fail.
3. Big-Titted Older Girlfriend
Married first love Yu-na.
Soon-to-be dad too.
Overflowing fundamentals already.
(Song Yu-na in V-neck.)
૮( ꒦ິ⍣꒦ີ)ა
4. Shitty Tutor Teacher
Can't evaluate.
No tutor for this guy.
[Jesus Joo interview in gonryongpo: 'Who could teach me? I am the best.']
Conclusion
(Jesus Joo flipping off Barcelona fans)
Jesus hyung is fundamentals incarnate, a total badass.
Dude, Jesus hyung's fundamentals are insane
He's fundamentals personified;;
Who was stirring shit saying Jesus hyung lacks fundamentals?
5. Drops chicken money donations on the community sometimes
-- Top 1% personality ;;
-- Great at soccer AND personality ;;
Fired up by my hat-trick signal, Real Sociedad got rougher.
I frog-jumped a nasty tackle.
The tackler spat a mom insult.
"Puta madre!"
Part of me wanted to run to the ref: "He just mom-insulted me!"
But I spotted Bruno Iglesias breaking. I fired a low, quick through-ball as he hit the open space.
Classic winger Bruno Iglesias loves hugging the touchline for crosses.
I sprinted toward goal right after the pass.
"Jesus!"
As I reached the box, Bruno crossed as expected.
Game system pinpointed the drop zone. I claimed position fast.
"Block that bastard!"
The keeper yelled. The center-back jumped to head it away.
But I leaped half a head higher, flicking the ball's path home.
Hat-trick as promised.
Sociedad's keeper ripped off his gloves in frustration.
"Me cagar en su puta madre!!!"
Sociedad players hung their heads in despair.
"Vamos!!"
Leading my joyful Madrid teammates, we charged the home fans.
Their chant hit me.
"The prophet from the East, bringing victory to Madrid."
"Our saint with Real's glory!"
"His name is Jesus!"
"Already writing his legend!"
I approached a pitchside camera, Real Madrid's white jersey around my neck.
[black sheep? it's me]
"So... you hate me?"
I stared at the fans.
The Madridistas rose, roaring their answer to my ceremony.
"Jesus! The Angel of Madrid we lost!"
"They finger-point 'black sheep,' but we know!!!"
"He's showing mercy! Aaah—merciful Saint of Madrid!!!"