Chapter 347 – Legendary Entry, Legendary Exit (2)

347

The past few years have been turbulent for Barcelona.
The quality of the team is declining day by day, performance and poor grades that are difficult to find hope, and bad news that constantly explodes regardless of internal and external.

The peak here was the match against Newcastle three years ago.
The worst match ever played at Camp Nou, the heart of Barcelona. The second leg of the quarterfinals of the Champions League, where the “Cam No Disaster” Occurred, which will remain as the worst match in the club’s history for nearly 150 years.

It was an unprecedented and unprecedented catastrophe in which a player abandoned by the club scored 9 goals alone at the club’s home stadium.
It was also the match that marked the downfall of Barcelona.

A cruel game that made it impossible for anyone to take comfort in the glory of the past, knowing that the club was in decline from before.

The main character of the Camp Nou disaster that truly informed the world of Barcelona’s downfall was Hong Min-joon, a soccer genius born in Asia.

In fact, Barcelona’s downfall was not caused by a single cause.
Even though it was only the result of a combination of various causes, and it was impossible to choose one, Kure focused on only one cause.

To Hong Min-jun.
No matter how many different reasons the experts present, the rest is just a secondary problem for the Kure.

To them, Hong Min-jun was the alpha and omega of Barcelona’s downfall.
In fact, not all of the downfall of Barcelona was due to Hong Min-jun, but it is true that the downfall was driven by Hong Min-jun, so it was not a fabrication at all, so these ‘blame’ worked better.

“I recruited and raised a marginal Asian amateur player, but he betrayed the team without knowing the favor!?”
“I can’t find respect for my parents’ team even after washing my eyes! A lunatic who enjoys insulting his team in every interview!”
“The disaster that brought about the downfall of Barça! Worst player!!”

Facts are not the most important thing for the cadets who will not be defeated by the zealous party members who serve the leader of the north among the devastated country of that ungrateful Asian guy who is zealous.

When dealing with the club’s enemies, there is a law that suits them, so rather than cowardly injecting facts, a fair match with fabrication and slander is the number of wins worthy of Iberians, the center of witch hunting.

Not to mention, isn’t it natural to cover up minor problems in dealing with Hong Min-joon, who is no less than Satan to (mainly pro-Barsha) Catalans?

Of course, it was the same in Madridista.
The centuries-old vision of witch hunting is not a tradition unique to Catalonia. Although there are deep regional and racial conflicts between Madrid and Catalonia, they all inherit the spirit of the Iberian Reconquista.

In the midst of heated discussions between the two clubs ahead of the opening game (with vulgar expressions, slander and fabrications rampant), the players finally entered the stadium.

* * *

If every soccer player’s dream stage is the World Cup and the Champions League, two clubs, Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​are sure to enter one of the dream clubs that every soccer player dreams of.
When two tigers live on the same mountain, rivalry is inevitable.

The opening game of La Liga in the 2038/2039 season was a fierce rivalry, so the world calls this derby match.
It’s called El Clásico.

“I never thought I would meet you like this.”
“Didn’t you think that you would grow like this to the best of all time?”

Barcelona captain Hugo Sanchez laughed with a sigh.

“I expected it to be at the top of my active career.”
“But. Hugo was the one who understood me most accurately at Barça.”

I wear the captain’s armband now, but Hugo Sanchez was vice-captain when I just moved to Barcelona.

I don’t know if there were instructions to help me adapt as a freshman or if he just did it himself, but he was a player who took great care of me at the time.

Even though I was a Barcelona star youth, when I transferred to Frankfurt, I was the only player among the players who openly criticized the club for allowing me to transfer and was saddened by my release.

Even so, the world of match is a cold law, so in the Camp Nou catastrophe, he opened the Barcelona goal guarded by Hugo Sanchez nine times.
Hmm… It feels like repaying a favor with an enemy.

“I’m asking just in case, will you look after me today?”
“Wake up.”
“To rot… Calm child.”

Ugo Sanchez smiles as if he knew it, and his gaze turns to one side.
The place where the terrifying gaze stabs you from earlier… Directly towards Jorge Garcia.

“Uh, um… No matter how much you insist, I’m afraid of the new ace’s jealousy, so I’ll have to do this.”

You’re jealous
What kind of jealousy are those eyes

It is Won-dok’s eyes that belatedly grasp the other side of the transfer process and tremble with a sense of betrayal.

‘I didn’t lie. I just suggested Barcelona.’

… After all, I wasn’t really lying.

Lorenzo Federico is a manager with excellent tactical detail.
He can be said to be the best among the directors he has ever experienced.

The task that such a master has entrusted to me is—

‘Free roll.’

Just freedom.

He realized early on that elaborate tactical instructions were unnecessary for the greatest forward of all time.

Of course, that doesn’t mean you have to do it.
It means to set the rough direction in the big frame, but to prioritize my judgment in detailed movements.

This required a high degree of tactical understanding.
You can move freely under well-organized tactics, but you have to master tactical movements to create synergy.

Thanks to that, I had to digest the team tactical training as much as the bloody rice, but as a result, it is clear that numerous pattern plays in our team’s offensive tactics are drawn in my head.

For example, like now.
One-top Alex Dominguez, who received a pass from midfielder Mitrovic, gave the ball straight to the side with one touch. Midfielder Dakonaam Arambari, who was digging into the half space, naturally grabbed the ball and dribbled it once more, then returned the pass to Alex Dominguez… Stop doing something in the middle.

Even though it wasn’t a promised move, my colleagues started playing dummy runs and screens to naturally create space while blocking me in the middle.

‘This is it! These are the Worcle colleagues!’

Thanks to his teammates who move around without saying anything, the front space is open, and the only one blocking it is Barcelona’s young center back Manuel Albo.

As a native of La Masia, he was a junior with no quirks who had eyes full of vengeance even before the start of the game, as if he were an unlucky enemy.

Ah. How old is he? What did they say
The guy who was rumored to be the most anticipated film in La Masia in the last 10 years, the biggest fish?
That he was loaned to Valencia last season and finished 3rd in the La Liga season’s best 11 center back with great performance?

But, be cocky.
A kid who is not even the best 11 and is just a candidate dares to block my path?

As a Barcelona senior, I have to teach him a lesson.
How to become arrogant when a young player goes on a winning streak from his debut. Originally, young players should walk the flower path. Flame road.

“Bitch, I must—”
“Ah.”

Check the guy’s next move with future poetry,

“—Blocking… Omg!?”
“It’s slow.”

Give a fake
I, who came to see the future, shifted my center of gravity in an instant with my peak technique, so the inexperienced guy had no choice but to stomp on his ass.

“Even falling.”

The junior, who is stupid but has high expectations for the future, smiles relaxedly at the face looking up at me blankly as if he senses the difference in ‘price’, then shoots and scores the first goal.

Hmm.
It was perfect.

My coolness in the process leading to the opening goal.
Cheers for the juniors who will walk the fireworks road today.

Even though I scored the first goal in the first half of my debut in El Clasico, I just turned my back with a chic smile without any special ceremony, and shouts of evil clung to me.

“Hey, you bastard!! You must, I will definitely stop you!! Okay!? Do you understand!!”

Barcelona players jump up in excitement and cling to the shouting guy.
Seeing the guy shouting out loud while dangling the seniors clinging to his over 190cm tall body to calm him down, I suddenly think of ‘that line’.

“Have you been Albor? Since this is fate, please give me some advice.”
“Hey Hong! Stop! If you score a goal, don’t provoke the child, go to the ceremony!”
“This… Son of a bitch!! I don’t listen to advice like you! I will kill you!!”

As expected, people should learn everything, I found a line that touched my heart in a collection of quotes I recently obtained.

“Alvo. Do not use too strong words.”
“What nonsense—”
“Don’t you look weak?”
“Uh… Um, what… ?”

Among the innumerable sentences that touched my heart in the collection of famous sayings, the famous sentence that was selected on three fingers seems to have touched the heartstrings of the audience.
Seeing you stare blankly at me, forgetting to say anything like this.

* * *

“Ah~ as expected Minjun Hong! It’s also Hong Min-joon!! In his debut match, and even in El Clasico, Minjun Hong scored the first goal in the 8th minute of the first half! Even before his debut, his debut goal, he is very calm.”
“Haha, Albo, who is called Barcelona’s divinity, is going through a very harsh declaration ceremony. Uh… ? What is it? Is there an argument between Hong Min-jun and Albo?”
“Barcelona players, stop Albo. Hey~ Player Albo is very strong. Hong Min-joon, even if you are angry, don’t respond here… Yes? What, what? The atmosphere suddenly calmed down… ?”
“Hong Min-jun, what the hell did you say? He is a truly amazing player, both in terms of his skills.”