Romantic on the Field

47.

Right fullback Mario was in danger of conceding a goal, but newly recruited Sancho narrowly blocked the shot.

Corner kick for Coventry City.

Jamie, as usual, took a position outside the penalty box for a counterattack.

‘Well?’

But what

Damien, who should be competing for a header in the penalty box, walked towards him.

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Mutombo, Damian’s exclusive mark, seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but soon followed him.

“Uncivilized.”

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Like it or not, Damien spoke loudly, as if Jamie wanted to hear.

“Aren’t you too uncivilized?”

Then he turned his head and looked at Jamie and said,

“…”

Jamie didn’t respond.

“In that narrow penalty box, when we score goals, it’s like we all scream at each other.”

Jamie still didn’t respond.

“Not elegant.”

Either that or not, Damien continued talking to himself.

Bang.

At that moment, a corner kick came up.

Promised play to Damien outside the penalty box, not inside.

swish Damian ran towards the ball to hit a direct shot.

And just before his right foot was hit by the ball.

Per-billion! Mutombo hit his heavy body and won the ball.

“aaagh-!”

Damian screamed and fell into an awkward situation.

“Chief!”

“…”

Damian immediately protested, but the referee stretched out his arms forward and declared the game to go ahead.

The referee’s action served as a flag to announce the start of the race.

“run!”

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Now, the corner kick counterattack, which has become one of Stoke City’s main scorers, has begun.

‘What about Jamie?’

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Mutombo, who took the ball, looked up and checked what was ahead.

It was already running in front of me.

Took. Mutombo, who lacked a long pass, passed it to Harry instead.

Harry pretended to run the ball himself and passed it to Brian, who was penetrating diagonally.

The midfielder almost cut it in the middle, but luckily the ball safely passed to Brian.

‘Is it Jamie or Brian?’

At that moment, the question popped into the minds of the Coventry players.

Jamie was the name that the power analysts and coaches had been hearing scabs on their ears. A player who scored 41 league goals in his first year of transfer. A divinity that can score goals from any position and from any angle.

And Brian was the number one player to be wary of after Jamie.

The coaches explained that although he was inferior to Jamie in dribbling, skill, focus, and vision, he was not far behind in kicking power.

‘But it’s Jamie!’

Coventry defensive midfielder Gary Greaves attached to Jamie, who was positioned right in front of the penalty box.

Jamie, who caught the ball in this area, could do anything.

Even if I didn’t have the confidence to stop him, I had to at least keep him in check.

Hoo-wook.

‘uh?’

However, within a second of making the decision, Jamie, who was right in front of her, disappeared from sight.

‘back?’

By the time I realized it, it was already too late.

The ball left Brian’s feet and was right in front of Jamie’s nose.

‘Damn it!’

There was no time to think more. He prepared for a foul and attempted a sliding tackle.

The location is the penalty box boundary.

If you’re lucky, a foul could have resulted in a free kick rather than a penalty kick.

But······.

Took.

Jamie didn’t catch the ball, but sent it sideways with one touch.

‘I got hit!’

Again, Gary Greaves was a beat late.

Taking advantage of the gap where the defense’s attention was focused, he passed to Robin, who turned around.

[eee-Yaaa! ]

Robin, who received Jamie’s one-touch pass, calmly scored the goal.

“Robin! Robin!”

“Robin Price, why do you do well even when you’re old!”

Robin ran right into the stands, and the Stoke City home crowd greeted him vehemently.

Gary Greaves sat on the floor and watched the spectacle in despair.

“It’s elegant.”

At that time, Damian, who had approached me at some point, muttered to himself with a blank expression.

**

Stoke City entered the second half with a point lead.

Players unfamiliar with mid-game tactics – especially both fullbacks – made a few mistakes, but fortunately they didn’t lead to any goals.

And······.

“Jamie Lee.”

Even though the positions do not overlap, Damien kept coming up to Jamie and talking to him.

“What is that elegant one-touch pass? Of course you were aiming for it, right?”

“…you don’t score goals? Why do you keep coming downstairs?”

Jamie was annoyed by him.

In the past, when playing together at Manchester United, Damien was a maverick.

To be precise, he was a guy close to a prince who lives on his own. So Jamie didn’t like him very much.

‘Sometimes the characters overlap.’

The two had many similarities. Not only do they live for their pride, but they also resemble each other in that they don’t actively mix with their teammates.

However, at the time, Damien rated Jamie Man very highly and approached him first. That’s also true, because 90% of his goals came from Jamie’s passes. Of course, whether it was or not, Jamie was consistent in ignoring it.

Besides, Damien never trusted his teammates and would never pass even if they had a better position.

It wasn’t that Jamie didn’t have that kind of corner, but Damien had that much. I couldn’t see it well even if I looked good.

‘yes? Damian? Is that Damien Manible right?’

‘Why. Does anyone know?’

So when he found his name on Hannah’s scouting report, Jamie briefly pondered whether or not to tell him to drop it.

I didn’t do it because it seemed like it was overstepping my rights, but I was worried that we would run together again.

‘How come, I feel like I’m going to meet the guys I played in my past life again…’

For a moment, I felt such an uneasy feeling. But soon Jamie shook his head. Except for the days of Augsburg, which can be called a rookie, he was always playing only for Champions League teams. I don’t know if it’s a year or two later, but it didn’t seem like they would be recruited by Stoke City, which belongs to the Championship right away.

Fortunately, when he kept getting out of position, Coventry coach ordered Damien to be replaced.

“I really don’t have a single favorite corner.”

Even though he made a mistake, Damien grumbled and walked towards the touchline.

Beep.

Damien was replaced by a fast striker, and Harry picked up the ball for a throw-in.

‘What about the rest of the 3rd line guys?’

Jamie looked around.

Jack and Ralph were situated on the left and right sides, respectively.

‘Well.’

Originally, when I owned the ball, I should have been more concentrated in the center than now. Being on the flanks was when defending. Because of the asymmetric formation, you have to cover one winger that is lacking.

However, there were many cases in which players who were not yet familiar with the asymmetrical formation did the opposite or forgot it altogether.

That’s why there were many times when there was a hole that wasn’t a hole in the attack development or defense.

The opening goal was also closer to Jamie’s ‘carry’ alone in the corner kick counterattack situation as before, rather than a new tactic.

‘It can’t be helped.’

What Stoke City needed right now was time.

And Jamie had an obligation to ‘carry’ by himself until enough time had accumulated.

“jack! Ralph!”

At that moment, coach Charlie, who walked out into the technical area, shouted loudly.

“Narrow!”

narrow it down A simple yet sure order.

‘Five.’

Jamie smiled. However, his gaze was not on Coach Charlie, but on head coach Milo, who was sitting on the bench behind him.

‘Now I don’t have to go through hardships alone.’

Soon the ball passed from Harry to Mario, then through Ralph to Jamie.

‘Which one should I use, Brian or Robin, this time?’

The right winger was vacant, so Jamie didn’t have many options.

There was also right fullback Mario, but he was originally a player who rarely overlapped. I used to try overlapping now to fit the changed tactics, but I wasn’t a very reliable teammate.

Tok, tok. Jamie, who was lightly hitting the ball, took it off with a back shot when opposing defensive midfielder Gary Greaves clung to him.

Two-woong. Immediately, the distance with him widened, and Jamie took advantage of the speed and ran to the vicinity of the penalty box.

‘Brian?’

He was going into the penalty box. However, there were two people around.

Jamie neatly gave up on that side. Instead, he immediately checked Robin’s location.

‘Enter.’

The timing was good. Jamie tried to stab him with a through pass.

“Ah!”

However, Robin, who was returning, tripped over the foot of the opposing defender and fell.

‘Foul!’

It’s a penalty kick. Jamie was sure.

“…”

However, the referee did not blow the whistle.

‘You don’t even watch VAR?’

I walked with my feet regardless of the ball.

Plus Stoke City home games.

Even if the penalty kick was not declared right away, the level of VAR was worth checking.

[ WOOO-WOOOOO ]

The Stoke City home crowd immediately booed. Of course, there was no way the referee would immediately declare a penalty kick.

‘I myself…!’

You can’t be unhappy forever. There was a high probability of being hit by the defenders in front, but Jamie decided to try shooting.

At that time, right fullback Mario was seen overlapping next to where Robin fell.

Players who do not overlap.

A player who can hardly adapt to the new tactics.

The thought flashed through his mind for a moment, but Jamie decided to trust him.

“…!”

Jamie’s pass was delivered accurately towards Mario. The spectators who saw this all stood up from their seats.

‘Hit it!’

The moment that sentence came to mind, Mario hit a direct shot with the instep of his right foot.

puck.

Wrongly filled.

The moment his foot touched the ball, Jamie noticed.

But that actually worked as a favor.

The ball was accurately sucked into a course that the opposing goalkeeper could not predict.

[ eee-YeeeAH! ]

The crowd who rose from their seats roared with cheers.

“Mario! What’s up!”

“Isn’t that the first goal?”

Brian, Robin, and the guitar players screamed and ran to Mario.

“···uh?”

However, the person in charge was actually making a puzzled expression.

**

[Stoke City who took the first game at home to victory. Residual ‘green light’ ]

[The secret to victory is Conrad Ball? In response to a reporter’s question, director Charlie Adam admits, “Honestly, that’s right” ]

ㄴ [Added that “Lee’s performance was also important as he understood the tactics well”]

[ Jamie Lee with 2 assists selected as MOM ]

[“I just trusted my colleagues.” For some reason, Lee gave a humble answer.]

‘What the hell.’

Inside the squad bus, Jamie burst into laughter as he read an article that had just been uploaded.

2-0 win. I was worried that the players seemed to have difficulty adapting to the new tactics, but fortunately, good results were obtained.

Jamie looked out the window. Since it was an afternoon game, it was quite dark outside.

Ugh.

Then the cell phone vibrated. Jamie shifted his gaze back to his phone.

[ Hanna – Oh really? Then when are you coming? I miss you. come fast. ]

There was a simple event after the game, so I came home later than usual. So I sent a message in advance, but now I got a reply.

This time instead of laughing, there was a smile.

[Get off soon. I’ll be going soon. I miss you too. ]

Shortly after replying, the bus arrived at its destination.

Since everyone had already said goodbye in the locker room, the players got off the bus without a word and headed home.

Same goes for Jamie. I walked to where I had parked my car.

“lee!”

Then someone called from behind.

At least, colleagues with whom he was close were often referred to as ‘Jay’ or ‘Jamie’, so Jamie turned his head with a somewhat puzzled feeling.

“···Mario.”

The opponent I spoke to was fullback Mario, who scored today.

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Mario Mondy.

A player who transferred from Serie D five years ago, was Italian when he came, but became a naturalized British citizen after marrying a British wife.

“thanks.”

I wondered what he was going to say, but he came to thank me for passing me earlier.

“yes.”

Jamie was going to speak at length, but he just replied that way and smiled.

“ha ha ha.”

Then Mario burst into laughter. His skills were just fine, but he had a good personality. So, I got along well with the players.

“Lee, how are your wife and son?”

“uh. take care.”

“I should have given you a gift, but I didn’t pay attention.”

I should have said thank you, but Mario continued the conversation. If it was like before, he would have finished the conversation at this point and turned around, but Jamie patiently managed his expression and agreed.

“Oh, can I go home and play?”

“what?”

However, I couldn’t manage my expression for a moment at the words that followed.

“…Coming to my house?”