My Girlfriend Wants Victory

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**Mourinho’s Third Year.**

Currently, Real Madrid was having a bit of a tough time.

Due to the discord between Mourinho and Casillas, the locker room was split into factions.

On top of that, injuries and poor performances from key players were adding to the chaos.

“You call this a team?” was the kind of situation that just slipped out.

“Little rat bastard!”

Jose Mourinho stormed into the manager’s office and hurled the water bottle in his hand, fuming with rage.

“Is that parasitic creature supposed to be the team’s symbol?”

Mourinho spat curses as he thought of Casillas.

Although it wasn’t yet known to the media, the relationship between Mourinho and Casillas was deteriorating day by day.

The animosities built up in Mourhino’s second year began to surface when the team’s early season performances faltered.

[Real Madrid players don’t want pre-game meetings.]

[Real Madrid, discord between Mourinho and the team? Voices raised in the locker room.]

[What impact will Beckham’s law repeal have on La Liga?]

[Cristiano Ronaldo didn’t celebrate after scoring because ‘it makes him sad. The club knows the reason.’]

Of course, the media stoked the flames of the two’s failing relationship.

“Hostia Puta Madre!”

After causing quite the ruckus, Mourinho finally calmed down and replayed the Borussia Dortmund match.

His disappointment in the team and the media was palpable. After all, he was the manager of Real Madrid, and he had to give it his all for victory.

A recorded video of the Bayern Munich versus Dortmund match played.

Mourinho, impressed with Dortmund’s performance last season, had analyzed the match against Barcelona, preparing strategies in case they met in the Champions League, but it all went to waste after Kagawa Shinji’s transfer to Tottenham.

“Tottenham… why on earth would he go to a team that can’t even win instead of Dortmund?”

Mourinho muttered, struggling to understand Kagawa Shinji’s decision, lightly shook his head and focused on the video.

In Mourinho’s eyes, the key player for Dortmund was Son Jinho. Whether playing as a central midfielder or now as an attacking midfielder, it was evident.

When the game was stuck, during the right moment he’d drop back to grease the wheels of the attack, causing Mourinho to let out a small gasp of admiration.

Understanding tactics and implementing them on the field are two separate skills.

This was something Mourinho himself, who retired as a player at 24, and the eternally second-league Jurgen Klopp knew all too well.

“Not bad.”

While the public was captivated by his astounding ability to contribute to attack points.

Mourinho believed that Son Jinho’s true asset was his tireless influence on the field, based on his vigorous work rate.

His ability to quickly adapt to the rapidly changing situation while applying Klopp’s tactics looked almost miraculous.

If given the chance to recruit either Son Jinho or Messi, he would hesitate not at all to choose Son.

“Messi can’t defend, right?”

Mourinho sought solutions while watching Son Jinho’s play, who contributed on both sides of the field.

He decided to choose the easiest method.

No matter how much Son played like a veteran midfielder, age cannot be hidden.

He decided to rattle Son Jinho through an interview with the media.

[Jose Mourinho mentions Son Jinho while discussing Dortmund’s weaknesses: ‘Jinho is still young and can show immaturity at times.’]

Young players are naturally swayed by every word from a superstar coach like him.

***

[Real Madrid, Jose Mourinho reaches out to Son Jinho. “You can grow even more under my wing.”]

[‘Player manipulation?’ Mourinho skillfully wields the carrot and the stick.]

[President Perez speaks about Son Jinho’s transfer. ‘Son Jinho is our top acquisition target.’]

[The 17-year-old wonder boy Son Jinho captures the attention of both the manager and president of Real Madrid.]

[Football fans outraged at rumors of Son Jinho transferring to Real Madrid, FC Barcelona, Manchester United, Bayern Munich, arrested while shouting ‘Get lost and die’ in front of the former football association president’s house, which became the spark of Son Jinho’s national team retirement.]

└ LMAO!

└ What the heck’s a spark? Was that intentional? LOL!

└ Seems intentional, LOL!

└ Crazy how Madrid, Barca, and Man U are all connected ㄷㄷ;;

└ Um… I don’t think Man U fits there.

└ The journalist must be a Man U fan.

└ Son Jinho, Daewangyu calls you. Join us!

└ Sure 😂, last season’s Europa League 😂.

[SBK Local Interview] Asking about Son Jinho at Dortmund’s center. ‘Jinho? He’s polite and humble to everyone, including stadium staff. He always greets fans with a smile, so people at Dortmund love him.’]

[‘Our bro derby?’ Son ‘Jinho’naldo’s face-off! Football broadcast on SBK!]

└ Look at them rowing when the tide’s high.

└ For real, this family’s good at rowing 😂.

└ The losing side here is your bro, right?

└ Our bro guillotine match ㄷㄷ;;

***

The day before the Champions League Group Stage Round 2 match against Real Madrid, Jurgen Klopp called me into the manager’s office.

It seemed like it was because of Mourinho’s interview article.

From Klopp’s position, this was naturally worrying.

I, a veteran midfielder who’d even had a farewell ceremony, was momentarily tempted by Mourinho and Perez’s offers.

If it were a one-sided young talent without any regression, the offer from Real Madrid wouldn’t leave their mind.

That would lead to too much pressure, and in the actual game, they’d make blunders.

*Knock.*

– “Come in.”

As I knocked lightly, I could hear Klopp’s voice inside the manager’s office. I carefully opened the door and stepped in.

“What do you want to drink?”

“Water’s fine.”

Klopp welcomed me with a bright smile, and I held up the bottle of water I had in hand.

“By the way, how do you feel? They say Real Madrid wants to sign you.”

“Well, I don’t know. I feel more indifferent than I thought?”

Contrary to expectations of a discussion, Klopp casually asked about my mood and continued the conversation in the usual flow.

“Oh, right. Never lose your wedding ring. You could get sacked at home otherwise.”

Klopp made a joke, and I just smiled in response, but strangely felt my heart lighten.

***

– Gyeouri: Ugh… I wanted to go watch the game live!!

– Cheolmo: What are you trying to do while pregnant and in danger?

– Cheolmo: Mom will cheer hard from the stands, so Gyeouri, just watch on TV with Dad at home.

– Gyeouri: Uuuh!! Mom Hwang Mi-yeon, who doesn’t take care of her pregnant daughter and goes to watch the Champions League live, awaken! Awaken!

– Cheolmo: So, mom left dad behind, right? Tell dad to look after you.

– Father-in-law: … You’ve probably watched live games a lot in the past, so shouldn’t I be the one going?

– Cheolmo: So is your wife unhappy that you’re going to support your son-in-law?

– Father-in-law: No, I’m not unhappy, just curious.

– Gyeouri: Wow… Dad’s no fun. Is that the kind of dad joke I’ve only heard about?

– Chairman Hwang Geum-soon: Because he was the chairman. Guess it’s his brand of humor.

– Gyeouri: Huh? Uncle revived.

– Chairman Hwang Geum-soon: Phew… It was a long time of humiliation and self-deprecation.

– Cheolmo: By the looks of it, you seem to still be in recovery.

– Gyeouri: Then are you undead?

– Cheolmo: Oh? It looks like the game is about to start. See you later.

***

The Champions League Group Stage Round 2 match between Real Madrid and Dortmund unfolded at Dortmund’s home ground, Signal Iduna Park.

Unlike Dortmund’s usual attack-oriented play in the Bundesliga, they adopted a defensive and pragmatic strategy against Real Madrid.

The formidable center-back duo of Mats Hummels and Neven Subotic dropped back, with two or more defenders applying pressure when an attacker got the ball.

“Don’t let them into the box!”

As a result, Real Madrid struggled to penetrate Dortmund’s box with their attacks.

Sebastian Kehl marking Mesut Özil proved to be highly effective.

Though they didn’t concede, Dortmund, which had given up control to Real Madrid, began actively regaining it after Son Jinho’s surprise long-range shot smashed against the crossbar at the 22nd minute of the first half.

***

I gazed at Real Madrid’s guardian deity.

Iker Casillas.

In the future, he’ll be ridiculed as ‘Politikjas,’ but right now, he was a symbol of Real Madrid.

“Was it said he stands at 182cm?”

Casillas’ height, which is notably smaller for a goalkeeper, stood out.

In his youth, he showcased monstrous reflexes with acrobatic saves, earning him the title of the best goalkeeper.

However, he too couldn’t escape the weight of time.

Having entered his thirties, as his reflexes declined, he could no longer compensate for his small stature with athleticism, resulting in the worst form of the season.

“Jinho! Pass me the ball!”

As Sven Bender’s pass reached me, Lewandowski demanded the ball and infiltrated the area.

Just as I was about to pass to Lewandowski, I noticed that all the Real Madrid players’ gazes were fixed on him.

I feigned a pass to Lewandowski, deceiving Pepe, then dove into the penalty box.

With a swift kick to the near post, I unleashed a powerful shot.

*Wham—!*

If it had been Casillas during his prime, he would have reacted with monster-like reflexes to stop even a shot taken right in front.

But with his delayed reaction, Casillas failed to block my powerful shot.

His hand reached for the trajectory of the shot a moment too late.

*Thwack—!*

The ball shook Real Madrid’s net.

Having scored, I dashed to the corner flag.

“Olé, BVB is coming!”

Reflecting the fervor of Dortmund fans, flames erupted in various sections of the stands.

As I twirled my right arm and jumped in front of them.

“Whoa—!”

The thunderous cheer shook Signal Iduna Park.

I silently thanked Ronaldo, who was frowning near the half-line.

“Shinduhyung.”

“Your celebration was lit.”