Chapter 53
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Translator: Silver Dragon
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: vs Atlético Madrid -1
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Right from the kickoff, Atlético Madrid's players came out swinging hard.
"Puta!"
Naturally, we gave as good as we got, and the physical battles heated up. The referee was blowing the whistle nonstop.
The main ref called over the captains from both sides and issued warnings. Watching the scene, I muttered quietly to myself.
Come on, pull out a card already, you idiot.
While I was getting pissed at the ref for just giving the captains a talking-to, play resumed. Vladimir Lazović, completely unhinged, stole possession from Atlético Madrid with a body check.
Damn, he didn't even call that? Is this guy insane?
Whether the ref missed it or was just too lazy to whistle, he let it slide.
Lazović, seeing no whistle, seemed flustered and passed not to Anthony but to Sergio Pepe at his feet. Pepe fired it straight to me. Against one-in-a-hundred-thousand odds, the pass landed perfectly, and even Pepe looked shocked as he sent it.
"V... Vamos!!"
What's up with that triangle-haired bastard?
Anyway, with the ball at my feet, I nutmegged the pressing defender's legs and spun away, dodging him.
Once I'd beaten him, Wilfred Singo grabbed my jersey and yanked. As he delayed the attack, I spotted their defense reorganizing. I went limp, letting him pull me down.
Beep—
The ref called the foul on Singo and pulled out a yellow card. Atlético fans at the Cívitas Metropolitano jeered at the referee.
"Booooooo—! You bought, you fucking prick!!"
If that's not a yellow, then what the hell is, you uncivilized lot?
Real Madrid earned a free kick in a prime spot. I told Luis García to run the planned play.
"You're really doing that?"
"Sí. Just hit it. I'll handle the rest."
After the chat, I positioned myself in front of the penalty area. García signaled to the ref that we were ready, and I dashed into the agreed space.
The ball rocketed in fast, but it overshot the spot. I arched my back, redirecting it with my spine.
"Huh?"
García's free kick ricocheted off me. The keeper, caught wrong-footed, could only gawk as it floated slowly toward goal.
"Madrid! Madrid!"
The goal stood, and the Real Madrid away fans erupted in chants. Ignoring them, I sprinted toward the Atlético supporters.
"Ngaa! Mommy, feed me!"
I sucked my thumb like a baby, bouncing my butt in celebration.
Grinning at the suddenly hostile Cívitas Metropolitano.
This is the orphan flavor. Come on, act extra tough since I've got no parents?
Jesus Joo! Jesus Joo! Jesus Joo!! The player scores with his back!
Lmao, how does he score like that?
His sense is insane.
Wow. Was that a pre-planned play? He ran right to where it was going and just redirected it with his back for the goal. Incredible precision with his back—he knew exactly where it would fly.
Hit Jesus and it goes in lol.
Lmao Inzaghi ver. 2
A scene showing he can score with his feet, headers, or his whole body.
What kinda obvious shit is this lol.
If no VAR, Jesus would've had a handball hat-trick by now lol upvote.
Lmao for real, he'd do it.
Oh. That's the Atlético Madrid stands, but Jesus Joo seems too hyped up.
Bro going there again lol.
Bro hasn't gotten a card lately, so his mouth's itching?
Hmm... He nailed it. Jesus Joo doing his celebration right in front of the Atlético fans. What even is that celebration?
Fuck lmao that celebration is grotesque.
Ew! Don't bounce your ass!
Adult man sucking thumb and ass-bouncing is too gross.
And he's a 185cm muscle dude. Urk—
The ref's giving Jesus Joo a yellow card.
Another for the Santiago Bernabéu Jesus Museum lol.
Jesus Museum needs expansion soon lol.
Lmao card saturation forces museum expansion.
(185cm muscle guy butt-bouncing on the pitch)
Kyaa—!! Ogu ogu ogu, isn't my hubby the cutest?! Wanna run over and pat that butt!!! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( •̀ω•́)
Looks creepy af to me.
For real lol. How's that cute? She's deep in love goggles.
Shut it! ... ᕙ( ︡’︡’︠)ง Wanna get hit? If I say he's cute, he is!
Fuck... dictator.
Stop oppressing soccer noobs' opinions!!
Take down the creepy Jesus pic and post the goal pic!
He's Johan now! Ꮚ･ꈊ･Ꮚ
(Pic of sleeping Johan) Isn't Johan the cutest?
Wow... Is this really Jesus' baby? Total angel lol.
Jesus is sweet... outside the pitch...
On the pitch he's straight demon lol.
Don't badmouth my hubby ᕙ( ︡’︡’︠)ง
Look at what bro's doing;; that's the demon.
Fr, destroying prospects;;
30th minute of the second half.
Real Madrid 1 : 0 Atlético Madrid.
In the past, defenders Messi shredded would come back next season with startling improvements. The community joked that getting "Messied" (Messi-anesthetized) turned defenders into world-class.
Messi had churned out enough world-class defenders to fill a carton of eggs, give or take.
Like Messi, who burned his body for soccer's growth...
"Figlio di puttana!!! (You son of a bitch!!!)"
I too was torching myself to forge one world-class defender.
Ik ek ik ek ik ek ik ek ik ek ik ek ik ek ik ek ik ek ik ek
"Damn it!!!"
My ik-ek dribbles wrecked his balance. Like Boateng shot by the anesthesia gun, Paulo Nesta crumpled to the turf.
With pity, I rifled a low shot near post, shaking the net.
Thwack—!
Swish—.
Smiling down at the fallen Paulo Nesta, I comforted him.
"Rise, Paulo Nesta! You're Italy's pride!"
"Chiudi il becco!! (Shut up!)"
He curses my encouragement. Sigh. Guess I gotta understand the old guy. Back in my day, rookies greeted seniors at 7 AM, hugged their cleats at night to keep 'em warm.
Kids these days got no manners, tsk...
Jesus keeps dribbling forward. Paulo Nesta steps up to block—Jesus changes tempo uniquely! Nesta loses balance and falls!!
Jesus! Breaks Nesta's balance and slots low near post for the goal!
Destructive dribbling into a terrifyingly precise shot. Treated World Cup star "God's Wall" Paulo Nesta like a baby.
Even "God's Wall" couldn't stop God himself. Real Madrid leads by 2.
Jesus scores, flashes an evil grin, and talks to Nesta. Hope that young CB's spirit isn't broken. 30 mins left—too long for Atlético's kid CB.
After Real Madrid's second goal, I kept hunting Paulo Nesta, ik-ek dribbling to topple his balance. When he fell, I'd half-ass a cross or shot, then gaze benevolently and comfort him.
"Rise, Nesta! You're Italy's pride!"
"…."
"Chin up, Nesta! You're Italy's pride!"
"…."
"Don't break, Nesta! You're Italy's pride!"
"…Fucking bastard."
Mentally shattered? Paulo Nesta lay on the pitch, pupils dilated, staring blankly. Then Atlético's bench signaled a sub.
Broken Paulo Nesta subbed for Stefan Savić. The backup, beaten in the starting race, approached me.
"What the hell did you say to break that cocky pasta boy's mind?"
Beats me. I only cheered him on.
Anyway...
"Come back stronger, Nesta!"
No matter how strong you get, Italy qualifying for World Cup finals is tough...
So why be born in Italy?
Should've been born in Asia like me, the rural special admission for easy finals entry.
Trade-off: no World Cup win.
...Fuck.