Chapter 223 – Messi? Ronaldo? Almighty! (One)

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2 minutes into the second half of the match between Newcastle and Liverpool in Round 5 of the Premier League.
The early part of the second half, which started with Newcastle’s leading players, was progressing in a calm atmosphere.

“Unlike the first half, the game is very static, isn’t it?”

The commentary quickly intervened in the question of the caster, who was at a loss for anything to say in the situation where he was leisurely turning the ball from the rear.

“Didn’t both teams clash really hard in the first half? Not many goals were scored, but the tempo was very fast. Probably all the players used up a lot of stamina in the first half.”
“Ah~ That’s why the second half is going calmly.”

As the two teams at the top of the Premier League in terms of activity and pressure, the first half was a fast-paced and intense game.

No matter how confident they are in their stamina, they usually adjust the tempo according to the situation, but the self-respecting two teams’ Jagangducheon resulted in their players depleting their stamina.

Fortunately, I played only the first half and took a break for half time before I was discharged, but how can the rapidly consumed stamina be recovered so easily?

As the richest league in the world, Premier League teams were active in introducing the latest technology, and of course, they checked each other’s activity at half time and came to the same conclusion.

The result is the current situation.

“… 4 minutes into the second half, neither team is making much of an effort. It takes a long exploration. Yes.”

It is rare for the search match to be so long in the second half, not the first half, so the caster seems to be in trouble, so the commentator tries to instill tension.

“Eh~ It’s like the pre-storm right now. Are watching each other Then, once it catches fire, just bang!”
“Hong Min-jun! Suddenly, it falls to the side! Raise the tempo of the Newcastle Pass. Smith Paul, to the side. Jose Alba accepts. Again Smith Paul, Baum Johann. Hand it over to Locke Woody, and Jose Gaya. “

Newcastle is rapidly gearing up as if the time has come.
And Liverpool, as if they couldn’t stand it, reacted quickly.

When the ball passed to Jose Gaya, who was replaced in the second half, the Liverpool players quickly applied pressure from three directions.

Hong Min-jun, who fell to the side in a situation where there seemed to be no path other than the return pass, quickly increased his options.

“You have to deal with it quickly— Hong Min-joon, when did you come down here? I take Jose Gaya’s pass from the wide side.”

However, the movements of the Liverpool team, which were closely watching Hong Min-joon’s movements, were also swift.
As if they weren’t going to repeat the experience of the first half, which cleverly crossed the boundary of the interval and made the Liverpool players flustered, Liverpool had a dedicated marksman at all.

“Van Michel follows Min-Jun Hong, who receives the ball!”

When Liverpool’s strong defensive midfielder Van Michel, nicknamed the ground hound, pressed close behind him, Min-Jun Hong’s body staggered in an instant.

“Ah— that’s dangerous! Take it— what?”

It was at that moment that Hong Min-joon’s magic unfolded, as he stumbled under the strong pressure of Van Michel, who was of similar height but had a unique rice cake stand, and seemed about to fall at any moment.

To balance his staggering body, he touches the rolling ball with the outside of his foot, and the bouncing ball magically curves to the side and passes Van Michel and sits down.

Is there a soccer player who doesn’t mind when the ball goes past them?
The moment Van Michel reflexively looks back at the ball and gets his nerves focused, Hong Min-jun uses him as a pillar and pushes his back as hard as he can.

While Van Michel took a step back from that force, Hong Min-jun, who jumped forward using the repulsive force, quickly secured possession of the ball and shot it like a shot.

“Wow! Minjoon Hong!! This is Minjoon Hong!!! Hong Min-joon’s magical scene!!”
“Wow! Great use!! Great write Hong Min-joo woo-woon!!!”

Excited casters and commentators roared at the same time, and Hong Min-jun’s dribble, which sped up in an instant, went straight toward Liverpool’s goal.

“Scott Adam run, I’m out!!”
“Wow, Hong Mi-Joo-Woon!!!”

Flashy flip flaps that unfold as soon as Scott Adam, who came running out with a look like a savage man, stretched out his foot out of the blue.
Hong Min-joon’s body moves back and forth in an instant, like a spring that is folded and bounced.

Scott Adam’s face turned pale as he was literally pushed aside like an automatic door as he dribbled at an incredible speed.

“Luciano Salve! Tackle!! But I easily dodge it!!”

Liverpool’s goalkeeper appeared in front of Hong Min-jun, who even pierced through the tackle that the final defender Luciano Salve put his whole life into with just Chidal.

Half a beat without any preliminary action before Liverpool’s last bastion could even take a step… No, a fast-paced shot broke out.

With the front foot that was dribbling the ball, it was a shot that cut through the net at a speed that was unbelievable for a ball kicked with ankle strength without even running.

“Gool!!! Hong Min-joon’s incredible, magical goal is scored!!”
“This!! This is Hong Joo-woon!! Isn’t this the Hong Min-Jun player!! Whoa, whoa! Minjun Hong! Hongjoo Woowoon!!!! Aaaaa!!”

Shouting erupted from the commentator at the fantastic goal he scored by breaking through 40m solo dribble to beat 3 players.

Whether people were talking foreign words or dialects, Hong Min-joon was just jogging around St. James Park with an awe-inspiring expression on his face.

Hong Min-joon nodded his head as if it were natural to hear the clamor of 40,000 home fans and hit the Newcastle logo.
And Liverpool’s captain Long Hughes, who gritted his teeth while watching it, demanded a push towards his teammates.

“Fuck! Fucking Asian! Calm down everyone! Will it fall apart like this? We are Liverpool! It’s Liverpool!! Fools, the game is about to begin. More, keep running! Even if you die, die on the ground! Hey Adam! I can’t get up!”

The eyes of Long Hughes, who had been yelling with a red face, turned to the still sitting defense.

“Michelle! Get that bastard up.”

At Long Hughes’ cry, Van Michel, who had put his hands on his hips and bowed his head, finally took a heavy step.

Seeing Van Michel sitting next to Scott Adam, who was sitting on the ground, didn’t answer even when he said something, Long Hughes strode forward and pulled his uniform with a reddened face as if he was about to explode at any moment.

“Can’t you wake up? What are you doing!”
“Opinion.”
“Damn you bastard! Adam, you pickled herring bastard, are you out of your mind?”
“… I can’t stop that.”
“What?”
“I can’t stop.”

Only then did Long Hughes look embarrassed when he saw Scott Adam’s white face.

“Hey you bastard! Then break your leg! Make them shit on the ground! Okay!?”
“Yes. Sorry claim. I… I must have gone out of my mind for a second.”

Long Hughes, who slapped him on the cheek, grabbed Scott Adam’s face with both hands and put their foreheads together.

“You can do it. Do you think that bastard can kick a ball with a broken leg, whether it be Messi, Maradona, or Ronaldo? I will definitely score a goal, so you block it somehow. Okay? If you’re the Reds, be The Reds!”

Scott Adam, still pale, nodded his head with a firm expression.

Play resumed and Liverpool swarmed.
A desperate offensive to restore shattered pride led to a mistake by the young Newcastle team, and they succeeded in winning the ball in a dangerous area.

Newcastle’s goalkeeper Yomund showed a series of brilliant saves, but Liverpool’s goalkeepers skillfully positioned themselves to win the second ball and score after a shot.

2:1.
After scoring the comeback goal, Liverpool gained momentum.

But there was no reverse.

Newcastle 4 : : 1 Liverpool
Before 24 Jonathan Silva After 7 Osgar
After 5 Hong Min-joon
After 9 Hong Min-joon
After 29 Minjun Hong

* * *

The press conference after the game was noisy like a beehive.
Manager Lauren Botman and distinguished player Hong Min-joon, who participated in the interview at Newcastle, the winner, answered questions in a friendly atmosphere.

“How do you feel about today’s historic victory?”
“Are you going to keep Hong Min-joon at the forefront?”
“Is the changed operation method of the first and second half part of the planned plan?”
“How does it feel to play against Liverpool, a strong team in the Premier League? Also, how does it feel to score a hat-trick against a team the size of Liverpool?”
“You showed quite different play styles in the first and second half. Who is your role model?”

On the other hand, the loser, Liverpool, was interviewed in an almost funeral atmosphere.

“I suffered an unexpected defeat. How are you feeling?”
“Following last season, we are recording three consecutive losses against Newcastle. What is the reason why we are weak against Newcastle?”
“I heard that 100 million euros was excessive for Hong Min-jun’s ransom before the game. How was his performance in reality?”
“Today, I was swayed by Newcastle’s plan as a whole, but for what reason?”

Liverpool coach Francisco Linboldt, who had been silently answering with a sad expression, turned around at the end of the interview with a word that would become a hot topic.

“We couldn’t stop him. Today on the pitch he is like Messi or Maradona or Ronaldo. Who can stop a player with such a performance? We were out of luck. Because I was faced with a disaster that I couldn’t cope with.”
“He is a disaster named Hong Min-joon.”