My Girlfriend Wants Victory

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Sadio Mané was getting beaten up by the affectionate punches of the Stoke City players while trying to adapt to the Premier League.

At Manchester United, aside from Sadio Mané, there were players who were new to the Premier League.

“Eh…? This isn’t a foul?”

Ilkay Gündoğan and Sami Khedira were the protagonists in this scene.

“Wow… Is that guy really crazy?”

“Crazy. He’s blasting full-power shots in front of people.”

The two, who shrank back at Stoke City’s roughness, were amazed at Son Jinho, who split the defensive wall of Stoke City like Moses parting the Red Sea during a Manchester United free-kick situation.

“Aoooooooohhh—!”

After scoring, they looked at Son Jinho, who was roaring in excitement.

Having finished his celebration at the spot he kicked the free-kick from, Son Jinho was talking seriously with Cristiano Ronaldo.

“I sent my soul. Son Jinho.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“It’s true. I sent my soul to stop Steven Nzonzi from getting up.”

“Stop joking around.”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe Son Jinho. But what I cannot tolerate is you cursing because I can’t speak Korean, and also Son Jinho is ten years older than you. You should respect me like you would respect your elders in your country.”

“Chris, I have a secret I haven’t told you. Actually, my soul is older than yours.”

While Son Jinho, who scored a goal, was sharing humor with Ronaldo.

“Ref! I shot at his face to retaliate, and I should get a warning!”

Feeling threatened for his life, Steven Nzonzi charged towards the referee and started protesting.

“Steven, calm down!”

“Haha, this guy is just not adapted to the Premier League yet…”

“I said that in the Premier League, the weak don’t survive!”

Strong protests toward the referee could have led to a card, so the Stoke City players hurriedly came to stop Nzonzi.

“Didn’t the ball hit you? Then that’s fine. You should’ve just hit the ball. If you did, Jinho wouldn’t have scored, and you would’ve gotten a warning.”

However, the referee, already irked by Nzonzi’s strong protests, opened his mouth with an indifferent expression as he was being dragged away by his teammates.

“…”

Having been left speechless by the referee’s reaction, Steven Nzonzi blankly stared at the sky as he was led away by his teammates.

Zzaeeng—!

As if to heal his wounded heart, the clear blue sky shone brightly.

***

‘Did the decision change a little?’

After Steven Nzonzi strongly protested to the referee, the referee began to look more strictly at Stoke City’s fouls.

Of course, the fact that the referee is a human with emotions was a given.

Sometimes, some players look at referees as tools for making decisions.

Naturally, referees are human too.

They also feel joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure like others, and sometimes suffer from guilt over bad decisions they made.

It was the reason why there are a flood of compensatory decisions when there is a missed judgment.

Well, fans might criticize that the decisions are inconsistent.

But that’s the consequence of their own actions.

“Finally watching the game like a human!”

“If you make another weird decision, I’ll consider your neck worthless and pluck it off!”

Hmm. Was it just home advantage instead of strict judging?

Anyway, strict or not, it just meant they couldn’t swing elbows blatantly.

That level of judgment was enough for us.

Beeek—!

“Ang? Why is this a foul?”

Charlie Adam with a fierce look spread his arms in an expression of injustice.

However, the referee’s decision did not waver.

And rightfully so.

The foul Charlie Adam committed was elbowing down on someone’s spine.

“Si, Siuuuuuu…”

“Chris, I’ll take revenge for you, so forget about revenge and sleep peacefully.”

“I’m not dead. Son Jinho…”

“Cough… R.I.P Chris. Greedy for goals, he sleeps here.”

“I told you I’m not dead!”

I forced Chris’s eyes shut, who was writhing in pain on the ground.

“Of course it’s a foul when you elbow someone’s spine, you idiot.”

I went up to the protesting Charlie Adam and looked at him with disdain.

“Go drink more from your mom’s milk, baby.”

Charlie Adam, already extremely agitated, came up to me and shot a retort.

Suddenly, players from both teams rushed in to break up the arising tension.

“My parents died when I was young, you know?”

In the situation where players were crowded around, I pulled out the trump card.

“…Oh. Um. Sorry.”

A flustered Charlie Adam’s gaze began to wander, and he conveyed an apology.

I couldn’t hide my surprise at Charlie Adam’s apology.

“Wow. This guy actually had the bare minimum of decency.”

Even Charlie Adam, who elbowed Diego Costa’s solar plexus and attempted a dribble like a human soccer ball, had a human heart inside him.

“If Italy is the minimum of a great power, then maybe Charlie Adam is the minimum of a human.”

It seems even Charlie Adam thought that touching on deceased parents would be an act beneath humanity.

“Kid, I’m really sorry.”

Just at that moment when Charlie Adam was about to convey his apology again.

– Don’t side with him just because he’s your girlfriend ^^

– It’s my wife, you know?

– Did your parents allow you to marry the top ADC?

– My parents are dead. I would appreciate it if you could refrain from mentioning them.

– So what? You idiot ㅋ

Thinking back to the scene when I duoed with Gyeouri using the latest computer during the pre-season training in Korea,

‘…What about those Korean gamers who were looking for their deceased parents at every chance?’

They’re beasts.

– I’m Son Jinho, a football player for Manchester United. Since my parents have passed away, I would appreciate it if you could stop mentioning them.

– Nonsense, if you’re Son Jinho then I’m Ronaldo, idiot.

By the way, having revealed my identity, I unfortunately had to sue the gamer who continued to shoot insults.

The guy who got sued (a 5th grader) was so young that I let him go under the condition that he read aloud the chats he wrote in front of his parents.

Thus, I’ve managed to guide the lost little sheep properly with the rod of love.

I could confidently say that I faithfully performed the teachings of our Lord Jesus Christ.

***

[Free kick for Manchester United, Cristiano Ronaldo lines up.]

[Hmm. It’s a bit far for a direct shot… Can Ronaldo really put it in?]

The match resumes with a free kick for Manchester United due to Charlie Adam’s foul.

“Chris, it’s too far. Should I help you?”

Cristiano Ronaldo firmly rejected Son Jinho’s suggestion.

[Oh! That’s impossible shot! Ronaldo’s kick goes wide!]

His free kick flew through the air quickly, turning far from the goalpost.

“Chris, if only I had helped you…”

“Son Jinho, why didn’t you send your soul to help? If you had sent your soul to help, it could’ve gone in; this is all your fault!”

“…”

Cristiano Ronaldo, still smiling, quickly let loose the words before Son Jinho could respond.

***

Stoke City, who had defeated all the big clubs except Manchester United with their unique rough football.

At the beginning of the match, they thought they could earn points against Manchester United.

However, once the referee began to call the match strictly, the outcome was practically decided.

[Cristiano Ronaldo to Jinho!]

Taking the first touch and securing the space, Son Jinho quickly positioned his standing foot next to the ball and took a long-range shot.

[Jinho took the shot!!]

[Jinooooooo—!]

The low, fast shot slipped between Ryan Shawcross’s legs, went past the keeper’s fingertips, and was sucked into the bottom right corner.

“Rule, Britannia!”

The Manchester United fans jumped up from their seats, shouting as they watched Son Jinho’s shot rip the net.

[What a goaaaaaaal!!! Truly beautiful and unbelievable goal.]

└ Damn, to give away such a player for free, are Korean friends angels?

└ How can I express my gratitude more?

└ How about hanging up a banner again?

└ Last time I saw it, Korean friends didn’t like it though?

└ Hmm. Was the translation incorrect?

└ How about mixing Korean traditional food with fish and chips?

└ What is Korean traditional food?

└ It’s a vegetable called kimchi.

└ Oh, that’s a healthy meal.

└ So, should we fry the kimchi?

└ Oh, if it’s fried, then that would be healthy fried food.

└ Everything tastes good when fried. Hmm. This time, Korean friends will really like it, right?

└ How about making kimchi into jelly?

└ Oh. That’s a cool idea. Let’s do both.

[England’s treasure Jinho! I’m already looking forward to seeing him join the Three Lions!]

***

Robin van Persie and Cristiano Ronaldo each scored another goal, and Manchester United began to lead 4-0.

When there’s a score gap, teams start playing leisurely, but against Stoke City, we never eased up on the offensive.

I intercepted Ryan Shawcross’s pass in Stoke City’s territory.

A quick counter from Manchester United.

“Jinho!”

Robin van Persie, who was making a run into the penalty box asking for a pass, collided with Charlie Adam, regardless of the ball.

“Argh—!”

Robin screamed and fell.

Charlie Adam received an additional card for the foul and was sent off due to accumulating warnings.

‘That guy is really crazy.’

Looking at Van Persie in agony just before he received a card, a grin formed on my face as he left the field without looking back, showcasing the awe of a general.

“Puta Madre. I should have killed that bastard.”

Anyway, seeing fragile-bodied Robin van Persie collapse, Cristiano Ronaldo, covering his mouth with his hand, started cursing at Charlie Adam.

“Chris, bring your hand down from your face.”

Suspicious of his anger, I said.

“Why, Son Jinho?”

Ronaldo slowly lowered his hand, and contrary to expectations of him smiling, his expression was expressionless.

“Hmm. It’s nothing.”

Oh, this guy is really angry.

What is this?

Was I the only trash here?

***

Robin van Persie was substituted due to injury.

“Noooooo—!”

The golden child Robin van Persie claimed his injury wasn’t that serious and insisted on taking a penalty kick, but…

“Get out.”

Alex Ferguson certainly wouldn’t allow that.

With important tournaments and matches still ahead, they had to preserve Robin van Persie’s body.

Anyway, the ensuing penalty for Manchester United.

As Robin van Persie exited due to injury, the pre-determined order for the penalty kick fell to me.

Ronaldo, claiming his instincts were good, demanded that I let him take the penalty kick.

But I firmly refused.

Procedures and rules are meant to be followed.

And besides, if I could score one more goal, I’d achieve a hat-trick, which tempted me.

However, the penalty kick was blocked by Stoke City goalkeeper Jack Butland’s save and failed.

I felt Ronaldo’s piercing gaze from behind.

In that moment, I instinctively sensed the future.

‘Hoo. Reservation for a text bomb today as well.’

That evening.

I was waiting for Ronaldo’s barrage of bomb texts, but no matter how long I waited, the messages were not delivered.

‘Wow. Is he really sulking over this?’

Feeling strange, when I logged into SNS, I realized I had been blocked by Chris.