Chapter 159 – Conflict (1)

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“If you’re going to kick like that, pass!!”

The sound of Nikola Svyec’s shouts echoing through the training ground.
I was regretting the shot that went far off the goal, and for a moment I wondered what this meant.

“Me?”
“Then, there is someone other than you who does everything from dribbling, passing, and shooting here!”
“Her…”

Being ridiculous, I put my hand on my waist and watched him from afar.
This bastard sucks again.

Nicola Svyets.
Contrary to his Eastern European name, he is a 23-year-old player of Italian nationality, and he has had a bad relationship since the beginning of the team.

As his name suggests, his ancestry is Eastern European.
My parents say they immigrated to Italy from Eastern Europe and gave birth to a boy.

He was born after immigrating and gained Italian citizenship, but funny enough, he is full of thoughts about Italy.

As soon as I first came on loan, they said that Korea was cowardly at the 2002 World Cup, that the home advantage was too bad, and that there were many mistakes.

At the time, I also needed to integrate into the team, and since he was one of the club’s most prized prospects, I politely ignored him and passed on.

I glanced around, and everyone was looking at me and him with expressions asking if we were starting again… Should I put up with this?

“I’m doing it because I’m good at it. Unlike anyone else.”
“What did you just say?”
“What the heck. You’re not fucking good at soccer.”

What the fuck are you holding back?
I’m not an uneasy player, and there’s something I need to put up with.

As I crossed his arms and replied chicly, he clenched his fists and shook them.
Well, I’d be upset.

Accusations based on facts are more painful than criticisms that are originally absurd.
It’s a fact that no one can deny that he’s worse at soccer than me, so I can’t even refute it.

In fact, apart from the fact that he is unlikable, he is not such an ugly player.
Now, at the young age of only 23 years old, isn’t he a player who played as Frankfurt’s main side striker until last year?

It’s because the talented people who play as a starting player in the 4 leagues from their teens raise their eyes, so it can be said that playing as a starting player in the 4 major leagues in their early 20s, even if it is in the 2nd division, is a sufficiently talented player.

In addition, he has been convened several times as a national representative for each age group in Italy, so he can be seen as a valuable prospect in a club at the level of Frankfurt.

Maybe that’s why, until I came to the fore, he was one of the club’s favorite prospects along with Chicharo.

Well, from my point of view, compared to Chicharo, who played an active role in every age group in Argentina, I wonder what to do with a guy who has only been called up to the Italian age group a few times.

But the good times were short-lived.
This season, as Alberto Mondi and I held tight on the side, the guy who was pushed as a backup used to play only for rotation while heating up the bench all season.

In the meantime, due to Chicharo’s injury, I moved to central midfielder, so I was lucky to get a chance to start. After Donald Cook’s shot was blocked by the goalkeeper, I received a decisive pass in the 23rd round against Leipzig, which was my first start. He was lucky enough to catch and eat the second ball that popped out and even scored a goal.

Afterwards, thanks to my active role as Mezzala, I got an empty side and became elated and started a tick tick fight… I’ve been ignoring it until now, but I can’t anymore.

It’s not that poop is scary, it’s dirty, so I avoid it, but should I avoid it? Just wipe it away

“Why? Hit it? Why are you clenching your fist and shaking it like an idiot?”
“This… If you’re going to kick it like that, pass it on to your colleagues!”
“Isn’t that because I’m 1 win in the league right now?”

As I blew the pack with a round and round smile, the guy turned red.

“Who can’t score goals when they shoot like that?”

Said.
Well… Acknowledge this.

It only recently improved by raising my shooting ability, but before that, I was a player whose shooting accuracy was not good compared to my scoring ability.

That is, the so-called sprawling player.
However, these days, as much as the shooting ability has been raised, the accuracy has increased tremendously, but it is not easy to erase an impression once stuck… This kid, unlike his stupid appearance, he’s poking at his weakness, right?

It is sewage to make excuses about how accurate my shooting was.
You have to overturn the opponent’s board and even counterattack to master it.

“Having shooting chances is also a skill. Did you see the number of chances I created? Oh, really. Even if you die, you can’t put your name on that list, so I’d rather not see it.”
“Boy! I’ll kill you !!”

Oh, it’s definitely effective.

“Ugh, dry it! Dry it!”
“Ah!! Why are these things like today!! Stay still!”

Seeing the guy wielding his fists and wreaking havoc, he smiled as viciously as possible.
In the meantime, Bruno’s forehead, which was hit by the fist he wielded, was torn and even bleeding.

The turmoil at the training ground did not subside until the coaching staff, who belatedly figured out the situation while taking a break, came running belatedly.

“So this four months came?”

I feel like I’m being scolded at school when I’m called in front of the director with a stern expression and I’m explaining everything.
The coach sighed after meeting me, Nicola Svyetz, and the players around me.

“Let’s apologize to each other.”

I was momentarily troubled by the director’s stern voice.
Should I just apologize and be moderate? What would be good to stretch out here? The team was already on the right track after overcoming a difficult situation.

… But i’m a bit pissed off

“I don’t like it.”
“Red!”
“Why are you apologizing when I haven’t done anything wrong?”

It wasn’t once or twice, it was the guy who kept fighting.
Why am I apologizing?

“Nicola! You apologize first!”
“It’s too much, coach! Why do you only take that bastard’s side?”
“Hey! Are you saying I’m being unfair?”
“…Sorry, I just made a mistake.”
“Ha….”

I was just about to stand there ignoring the director who was rubbing his forehead as if he had a headache and Nikola Svyetz, who was bowing his head in front of him, as if it were nothing else, but the director asked again.

“So. You don’t intend to apologize?”
“Of course not. Unless he apologizes first. I haven’t done anything wrong, so why apologize?”

He glared at me with a bubbling face, so I smiled as viciously as possible.

“Nicola. You.”
“Neither do I.”
“Nicola! Are you going to keep doing this?”
“Why do you keep doing that to me?!”

Oh wow, you do a lot of distance?
When I see him shouting at the director, the blood of Confucian man Hong Min-joon, who is part of the Military Ministry, boils.

“Then what should I say to you because you did something wrong, or what to say to me who did nothing wrong?”
“Such a bastard—”
“Hong!! Please, please, stay still, no, you leave.”
“Yep.”

As a Confucian man who supports the military department, he followed the director’s words.
I heard voices shouting from behind telling the agent or acting like a professional, but I don’t know.

It was not an atmosphere to continue training.
In a chaotic atmosphere, the players gathered in twos and threes…

“Oh, Minjun. I think today’s training will end early. Shall we have a home party?”
“I pass. I want to take a nap.”
“Who wants to fifa with me?”

… It seemed alright.

“What about Bruno?”
“Oh, Bruno? I heard your forehead was slightly torn, but it’s okay. It’s not a big wound.”

Laughing and talking nonchalantly, I feel very different every time like this.
Is this European culture? Not very adaptable

Perhaps the meeting between the coach and Nicola Svyets didn’t go well, and the two didn’t come out for a while. Instead, a coach told me that today’s training ended here.

At least, only the senior line, including captain Alexander Meyer, let out a sigh with a serious expression, and most of the players were happy.

The senior line, who had been flustered, quickly ran away at the appearance of calling me.
I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m annoyed, but I need to go home quickly.

* * *

I arrived home at a time when I would normally be training.
A quiet house when you open the door and enter.

‘Oh right. Harin said it was a meeting today.’

These days, the club keeps trying to renew the contract, but refusing to do so is a job.
It’s true that the salary and options are too low compared to my performance, and it’s sure to rise significantly if I renew the contract… I still have 3 years left on my contract, but I can’t just extend it.

I haven’t decided whether to transfer after this season or next season, but anyway, I’m not going to bury my bones in Frankfurt.

It’s just a matter of timing, but the transfer is a fait accompli, but you can’t get caught by the club by extending the contract period for nothing.
It’s still in the middle of the season, and there’s still a lot of contract period left, so the pressure on me isn’t great, but the pressure on my agent, Oh Harin, will be different.

Maybe that’s why it seems like he’s busy meeting with the club these days.
But where did Yoon Daye go?

Looking around the living room, there is a pile of half-folded laundry left unattended, and the traces of studying are still there, so it seems that Daye Yoon is at home… Where is he

If you want to be in the basement, you can’t go in.
Did you go out for a while?

The moment I tilted my head and opened the door.

“Huh… Ah?”
“…”

My eyes met Yoon Daye, who was holding my panties with one hand and sniffing them, while the other hand was busy moving between her bare crotch.

“Uh… Hello…?”
“…Door.”
“…Door?”
“Close it.”
“…Aha.”

Jjiik-!
The fountain that burst out of the moment splashed up to the face.

Suck… !
Can’t miss this precious thing—

“Get out.”
“Yes.”

… Ping.