My Girlfriend Wants Victory

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[FC Barcelona, having conceded a goal, is fiercely pushing Dortmund.]

Dortmund got absolutely wrecked by FC Barcelona after scoring.

Like a dragon with its sore spot poked, FC Barcelona, enraged, trapped Dortmund in their territory and began their assault.

“Ugh… This football is really a pain in the ass. Stupid little guys.”

Seeing the three idiots easily shake off Dortmund’s pressure like twisting a child’s wrist, Son Jinho couldn’t help but let a curse slip.

The possession of the two teams increasingly widened.

It was now 71 to 29 in possession.

[It’s a brutally one-sided match. Dortmund can’t even cross past the halfway line!]

FC Barcelona, having taken control of the game, continued battering Dortmund’s goal with overwhelming possession.

[Cesc Fàbregas’s shot! Son Jinho’s valiant defense! Dortmund manages to fend off another crisis!]

[Dortmund is fighting desperately. They’re throwing their bodies on the line for victory.]

Dortmund was barely holding on with everyone defending relentlessly like ragged towels.

[The ball is taken by Lionel Messi! He slips past Dortmund’s defense and enters the penalty box!]

[With a timely tackle, Son Jinho manages to stop him just before the shot… but Dortmund’s defense is starting to wobble.]

[That’s right. But there’s not much time left until the end of the first half, is there? Dortmund! You can hold on!]

However, as time wore on, cracks began to form in Dortmund’s defense.

In just a little more time, they could concede a goal.

Beeep─!

Fortunately for Dortmund, the referee’s whistle to end the first half rang just in time to save them.

*

Half-time.

The Dortmund locker room was filled with the heavy breaths of exhausted players.

“I’m already proud of you all. So just don’t give up in the second half. It’s okay to concede goals, and it’s okay to fail, just fight until the end.”

Jürgen Klopp spent the entire half-time encouraging the players rather than issuing complex tactical instructions.

Half-time was over, and the second half began.

The second half was completely FC Barcelona’s territory.

*

Han Gyeouri, who visited the stadium, looked at the ground with red eyes.

There stood Son Jinho, wearing a uniform that had lost its original color due to dirt and sweat.

Exhausted, Son Jinho watched as Lionel Messi approached. He adjusted his teammates’ positions while lowering his stance, focusing on defense.

Son Jinho fell comically to the ground after being fooled by Messi’s body feint.

However, none of the Dortmund fans thought it was ridiculous.

Son Jinho, who had fallen to the ground, immediately got back up and chased after Messi.

“Shine bright, my little star Borussia.”

Despite falling dozens of times, Son Jinho, like a weeble wobble, got back up and struggled to block Messi, moving the Dortmund fans to start singing a cheer.

“Shine your light and show us the way.”

Ignoring the cheers of Dortmund fans behind him, Son Jinho closely followed Messi and anticipated a pass aimed at Xavi Hernández, intercepting it just in time.

“Jinho!!”

Dortmund’s counterattack began after a long time.

Mimicking Messi, Son Jinho easily shrugged off Andrés Iniesta with just a upper-body feint and sent a forward pass toward Robert Lewandowski, who was penetrating into Barcelona’s backspace.

Sergio Busquets lunged to intercept, but the pass just barely avoided his leg and reached Lewandowski.

With the ball in hand, Lewandowski charged toward the Barcelona area. Just as he was about to shoot while observing Valdés’s positioning…

Swoosh─!

Lewandowski’s shot was unfortunately blocked by Puyol’s tackle.

“Aah─!”
“It’s okay!”
“Heja! BVB! Heja! BVB!”

The home fans, clutching their heads in regret, sent encouraging applause to the Dortmund players.

Following up with a Dortmund corner kick.

Marcel Schmelzer’s cross was caught by Víctor Valdés.

From the back, they initiated a buildup as FC Barcelona’s attack began again.

*

[Ah! That’s really cruel. Lionel Messi has the ball and is advancing toward Son Jinho once more.]

└ Messi, you damn bastard, take it easy!
└ Please stop! At this rate, my brother is going to break!

[Son Jinho lowers his stance to block Lionel Messi, but… it’s no use. Messi easily bypasses Son Jinho.]

[Messi enters the penalty box. Alexis Sánchez! Ah! Alexis Sánchez’s shot soars into the sky!]

[The camera catches Son Jinho, who is kneeling and catching his breath. He looks quite tired.]

└ Oh crap;; My brother has run 12KM so far.
└ It was just mad running; I had no idea it looked that way.
└ Has he run a lot?
└ Hell, yeah. He’s famous for his activity level; Park Jisong ran 12-13km before knee surgery.
└ At this rate, my brother will hit 14km by the end of the 90 minutes, right?
└ For real, his internal organs must be screaming right now;;

[Oh? But… is Son Jinho smiling?]

└ Did he run so much that his brain is frying?
└ I would have lost my mind by now.

*

‘This guy is really a monster.’

I couldn’t help but smile at Messi’s dribble.

I thought I had blocked him, but when I came to my senses, the ball had slipped between my legs, and Lionel Messi was sprinting away.

If Sánchez had been just a little more calm, it could have been a conceded goal.

As Roman Weidenfeller prepared for a goal kick, I took a moment to catch my breath.

With Dortmund’s goal kick, the game resumed, and before long, FC Barcelona was on the attack again.

In the blink of an eye, my center of gravity shifted as Messi’s dribble sent my body crashing to the ground as if hit by a tranquilizer.

‘This is tough….’

I had truly spent every ounce of energy.

The smell of blood was in my nose, my legs trembled so much that walking felt like a chore, and I couldn’t lift my feet, as if they were shackled.

‘If I give up like this, no one would say anything, would they?’

Yet, I stood up and jumped right back into the fray.

There was no special reason for it.

It was simply because the final whistle hadn’t blown yet. The crowd was still cheering for us.

So I ran. I charged toward Dortmund’s penalty box with my head down, staring only at the ground.

As I was entering the penalty box, a cramp hit my left thigh, and I rolled on the ground.

While still down, I propped myself up, using my arms to crawl forward.

“Damn it! Jinho! Don’t overdo it!”

Jürgen Klopp, worried about my condition, shouted furiously from the touchline.

Ignoring Klopp’s words, I crawled into the penalty box.

As I crawled toward Dortmund’s penalty area, Messi’s pass aimed for Xavi.

Xavi Hernández lifted his head, quickly assessing his surroundings, and noticed Cesc Fàbregas making a run into the penalty box.

Cesc Fàbregas’s shot went as Roman Weidenfeller darted out of goal.

Cesc Fàbregas’s shot was deflected and slowed down after hitting Roman Weidenfeller.

The moment I saw the ball heading for the net, I threw my body forward with all my might and drove my face toward the ball.

Fortunately, I managed to stop the ball just before it crossed the goal line, and Hummels, who had rushed in, kicked it out of play.

As it crossed the goal line, the referee halted the game. The Dortmund bench prepared to substitute a player, and the team doctor rushed in.

Under the pretense of a medical check, the Dortmund players were given a moment to catch their breath.

Once the necessary items were removed from the field, I rose with the help of the team doctor.

“Hey! Son Jinho!!”

While being supported by the team doctor and barely making my way off the pitch, for some reason, I clearly heard Gyeouri’s voice in my ear.

“…You were amazing─!!”

Gyeouri’s voice, thick with emotion, made me unknowingly smile.

*

[Ah… Son Jinho is being helped off the pitch.]

[In this match, Son Jinho has shown tremendous activity on both offense and defense for Dortmund.]

Applause erupted from the FC Barcelona away section, inspired by Son Jinho’s determination.

[Even the away fans of FC Barcelona stood up, applauding Son Jinho.]

└ I’m a Barcelona fan, but seeing Son Jinho made me involuntarily cheer for Dortmund ;;
└ Damn it;; it’s clearly 10 men yet the game is strangely interesting?
└ The game is just brutal as hell.
└ For real, seeing him crawling on the ground even though he collapsed left me speechless.

*

The Dortmund players looked towards their bench. There was Son Jinho, wrapped in bandages on his left thigh, being lectured by Jürgen Klopp.

“Listen well. If we concede even one goal in the remaining 10 minutes, I’ll jump into the Rhine.”

Sebastian Kehl, completely exhausted and at his limit, gasped for breath as he spoke.

The Dortmund players nodded to their captain’s words.

The tenacity shown by the 17-year-old boy ignited a fire in the weary hearts of the Dortmund players.

As the end of the match approached,

All Dortmund players, including the attackers, dropped back to defend.

They began to use every last ounce of energy they had.

Roman Weidenfeller’s saves and a stroke of luck with shots hitting the post.

And the Dortmund players continued with their reckless, body-on-the-line defense.

As the final moments of the match drew near.

FC Barcelona launched their last attack.

Xavi’s pass aimed for Messi.

Messi, effortlessly bypassing three Dortmund players, entered the penalty box and took a shot.

Roman Weidenfeller stretched out his arm, narrowly making the save.

In the chaos in front of the goal, the newly substituted Ivan Perišić cleared the ball far away.

And then the referee’s final whistle blew.

Dortmund vs. FC Barcelona.

[Possession 21:79.]

[Shooting 3:28.]

[Score 1:0.]

[M.O.M: Son Jinho.]

It was a miraculous victory created by the fighting spirit of the Dortmund players against the world’s strongest, FC Barcelona.

*

Pep Guardiola, the coach of FC Barcelona, appeared at the interview room.

“It was an unexpected result. Do you have any regrets regarding the referee’s decisions?”

Pep Guardiola frowned at the reporter’s question.

“No. Not at all. Claiming a referee’s mistake in such a match is an insult to football. This match was clearly a victory for the will of the Dortmund players. I want to applaud their spirit and fighting determination.”

Pep Guardiola pointed to another reporter, who introduced himself lightly before asking a question.

“Did you have a moment when you sensed defeat?”

Remembering the young player’s spirited play, Pep Guardiola answered.

“In the 86th minute, after Dortmund’s number 10 left the field from exhaustion, with Dortmund’s momentum wavering, they suddenly revived.”

“I’ll take one last question. The gentleman in the checkered shirt there.”

“You’ve just lost to Dortmund in the first leg of the quarter-finals. Do you have confidence in overturning the result in the second leg?”

Pep Guardiola, with a slight smile at the reporter’s question, answered confidently as if no further explanation was needed.

“The next match is at Camp Nou (FC Barcelona’s home ground).”