---

Wink─

The moment I saw Ronaldo’s death wink, an article popped into my head.

[“Ronaldo is dead! Rooney says he wants to twist Ronaldo’s ankle.”]

At that moment, I understood Rooney’s feelings. Ronaldo’s expression seemed to say, “Hello? I’m an amazing football player,” which irritated me.

“Was it ‘I want to kick him’ instead of ‘ankle’?”

Well. That’s not important.

The problem was not the economy, but Ronaldo.

Was it as if all my wealth was hanging on a coin? Awakened by anger, Ronaldo showed a threatening figure against Dortmund.

Boom─!

Although Roman Weidenfeller barely deflected Ronaldo’s long-distance shot, Dortmund continued to be shaken by Ronaldo without any countermeasures afterwards.

While I was running around trying to stop Real Madrid’s attacks.

“…But why is this my fault?”

Suddenly, frustration began to rise deep within me.

Isn’t the responsibility for investments on the investor themselves?

I didn’t threaten anyone with a knife to invest, so why am I the one getting vented on?

“Jinho! Your friend is coming!”

Just then, I saw Ronaldo grabbing the ball, and quietly approached him as he showcased a crab dribble, delivering a strong body check.

“Kuhew!”

Ronaldo, letting out a bizarre noise, collapsed.

“Oops. Was that a warning?”

Contrary to my expectations of a warning for the rough tackle towards Ronaldo, the referee considered it a legitimate challenge and did not blow the whistle.

“Why isn’t this a foul?!”

While Ronaldo, spreading his arms, protested to the referee, I quickly regained my senses and passed the ball into the open space where Marco Reus was charging from the opposite side.

The pass broke through the backspace of Real Madrid’s defender and connected to Marco Reus.

In a situation where a golden opportunity arose from a single pass.

Diego Lopez, who started instead of the out-of-form Politano, approached the goal, narrowing the shooting angle.

As Marco Reus confirmed Lopez’s position, he was just about to shoot.

“Reus, watch your back!”

Pffft─!

Somehow, “General Ra” Ramos, who returned to the defense area, elbowed Marco Reus’s back.

Just like Cristiano Ronaldo, Marco Reus fell to the ground, screaming.

Screech─!

But the difference from the previous situation was that this time a foul was declared, and Ramos was warned for swinging his elbow.

“Isn’t that guy trying to get a warning with a Hollywood act?”

“If it was a joke, it was kinda funny.”

Ramos, who committed the foul, pointed to Marco Reus, who was collapsed behind, and the referee laughed incredulously as he replied.

Aah─!

Taking advantage of the referee and assistant referee’s gaze being on the protesting Ramos, Gang Pepe stealthily stepped on Reus’s hand as if he was just casually drinking water.

“Referee! This bastard stepped on my hand!”

The furious Marco Reus showed the referee his hand that was stepped on by the studs, but the referee had no card to pull out for something they didn’t see.

I realized something after watching them.

“If you don’t get caught, it’s not a foul.”

***

Marco Reus’s anger subsided and the game resumed with Dortmund’s free kick.

[Dortmund’s free kick, Jinho is preparing as the kicker!]

Marco Reus got a free kick chance from a good position.

Jinho stood in front of the ball to take the free kick himself.

In a tense moment, the referee’s whistle blew.

After slowly running up, Jinho struck the ball with his right foot.

Ronaldo’s trademark knuckle free kick unfolded from Jinho’s toes.

Despite Diego Lopez trying to calmly dive, fully focused on Jinho’s shooting that was swaying back and forth in front of the goal, it slipped past his fingertips into the net.

“Chris! Watch this!”

As soon as the goal was scored, Jinho pointed at Ronaldo and dashed towards the corner flag where the Dortmund away fans were.

Dortmund fans began to prepare as Jinho came running towards them.

They remembered the provocative celebration Ronaldo had done after he scored.

Quickly preparing, the Dortmund away fans,

When Jinho began spinning his hands at the corner flag,

“Hoouuuuu─!”

“Jin! Hoouuuuuu─!”

Shouted with their voices nearly tearing apart.

And at the same time.

“Hoouuuuuuu─!”

*Ugh!*

In some home team sections, Korean tourists unknowingly joined in the “Hoou” chant and had to back off under the glares of Madridistas.

***

[Wooooo─!! It’s in!! Jinho’s amazing free kick goal!! It’s Jinho’s 9th goal in the Champions League!!]

└ Whoa, haha, the knuckle free kick was epic.

└ From now on, my brother is the authority on knuckle free kicks~

└ If it’s 9 goals in the Champs, can my brother be the top scorer in the Champs?

└ It seems likely?

└ How many goals does Ronaldo have now?

└ 13 goals, I guess?

└ Ugh, that’s a bit too much.;

└ Honestly, scoring like that as a central midfielder, this season in the Champs, he’s been better than Ronaldo, right?

└ Well, considering that he scored more playing as an attacking midfielder.

└ Watch out ^^ seriously!

└ Actually, he wasn’t really playing as a central midfielder, closer to a second striker.;

└ Why are you guys fighting?

└ What’s this? Did the Ronaldo fan club have internal strife? Haha

└ For real haha, our big brother, our little brother, causing internal conflict.

└ This is all a plot to promote the division of the brotherhood!

└ Since when did Ronaldo become the big brother?

└ For real haha, self-proclaimed big brother, huh?

└ Our little brothers have never regarded Ronaldo as their brother even once.

***

After conceding from Jinho’s free kick, Real Madrid pressed Dortmund even harder.

“Jin Jinho!!!”

At the center was Cristiano Ronaldo, who was supposed to be the protagonist of the revenge plot.

[Khedira who cleared the ball passes it to Özil!!]

Successfully stopping Dortmund’s counterattack, Khedira passed it to Özil.

[Jinho is pressing! But this time Özil triumphs. Mesut Özil sheds off Jinho’s pressure! He immediately connects the pass to Ronaldo!]

Mesut Özil, who had already anticipated his teammate’s position, pushed the ball and immediately gave the pass to Ronaldo.

On the left side, passing received by Cristiano Ronaldo from Mesut Özil.

[Entering the penalty box, Roooooooonaldo!!!]

He successfully sneaked the ball between Luka Piszczek’s legs as he entered Dortmund’s penalty box.

A golden opportunity arose for Ronaldo.

But was it because he shot with his left foot instead of his dominant foot?

[Wow! It’s the side netting!! It’s the side netting!]

He shook the side netting instead of the goal.

As Ronaldo’s shot missed, the referee’s whistle for halftime sounded.

***

With halftime’s end, the continuation began.

Dortmund finished the first half with a score of 1-1, but they were aware of their bit of luck.

Dortmund’s players struggled to adapt to the static cheering culture of Santiago Bernabéu.

Except for the cheering section, “Vamos” was probably all that was heard.

Of course, there was noise if a foul was called or if a goal was scored, but that was to be expected.

Compared to the German stadiums, where flares frequently ignited, Dortmund’s players found it difficult to adjust to the calm atmosphere.

“Damn. Without the flares, it doesn’t feel like a game.”

At someone’s lament, the Dortmund players nodded. Jinho also nodded along with the other players. The flames of passion had become his soulmate now, having become a honorary German.

At that moment, when the mood was dampened due to flare withdrawal symptoms.

Jürgen Klopp entered the locker room with a candle in hand.

“Heja! BVB! Heja BVB! Heja BVB!”

In a ridiculous manner, waving the candle as if it was a flare, the Dortmund players couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“We return the way we know how to do well.”

Lightly shifting the atmosphere, Jürgen Klopp massively altered the second half tactics. Was it due to the transfer rumors that broke a few days ago? Mario Götze, who had been in poor form, was out, and Sven Bender was in.

Jinho changed positions to take over the attacking midfielder role that Götze had.

“Let’s half-kill Özil so he can’t exert his influence on the match anymore.”

And then he ordered the players to implement their original strategy of gegenpressing.

It was time to toss away the ill-fitting clothes and return to their original form.

***

As soon as the second half started, Dortmund pushed their line high and applied intense pressure, quickly diminishing Mesut Özil’s influence on the field.

Though Özil entered into a cloaked state from Dortmund’s strong pressure, he consistently supplied key passes even in cloaked mode.

It was enough to threaten Real Madrid’s goal.

“Mesut! Please run! Run! Press!”

Well, Mourinho did not seem pleased with Özil’s movements.

Mourinho, who had stepped up to the touchline, shouted at Özil to at least help defend.

Meanwhile, Pepe was engaging in a “Gang Pepe” moment, interrupting the game.

Taking advantage of the break, I headed to the touchline to grab some water.

“Jinho!!”

After simply hydrating, Mourinho called out to me on my way back.

“Me?”

“Hey! Wait a second, come here.”

Though I found it odd that the opposing team’s manager was calling for me, I approached Mourinho anyway.

“I’m asking you to tell Özil to help on defense.”

Upon hearing Mourinho’s words, I failed to maintain my expression.

What?

Are you seriously asking the player from the opposing team for this? Is he crazy?

“I’m really asking you. I feel like I’m going to die of frustration if this continues.”

I was pondering whether it was right to relay the rival manager’s orders to a player on my team, but since it was a requested task, I approached Özil and said.

“Hey. Your manager wants you to help on defense.”

“Got it.”

Mesut Özil nodded as if it was nothing unusual, then continued with his usual play.

…What’s going on? Am I the odd one here?

 

---