Romantic on the Field

123.

‘Dad could stop Jamie Lee.’

It’s been a while for Tom to think that way.

“Uh, uh…”

“It’s dangerous.”

As Jamie crossed the half line, nearby Chelsea fans muttered nervously.

[ Jamie beyond the half line is unstoppable. ]

Tom, too, knew the sentence circulated among football fans. However, the above sentence was regarded as a figurative expression or an idiomatic expression.

‘I just crossed the half line now.’

Therefore, the reaction around me felt like a fuss.

‘Dad will stop it anyway.’

It could be because there is such a belief built inside.

In fact, Tom’s beliefs were unfounded. It could be said that ‘the ground of faith is faith’, which is commonly said.

“oh.”

At that moment, Jamie passed one of the Chelsea midfielders and bent diagonally to the left.

“Are you going to hit me yourself?”

“Keeting runs next to you. I will stab you.”

As usual, Keating overlapped down the side and Brian penetrated through the center.

Usually, at this time, Jamie would exchange two-to-one passes or move back to the center and decide for himself.

However, this time it was different.

Jamie turned around pretending to move back to the center, then turned around and kicked a heel pass to Keating.

[ Oh-oh-oh! ]

Stoke City fans roared in admiration. Tom didn’t like it, but apart from that it was clear that Stoke City had a good chance.

“Stop!”

A Chelsea fan in the back shouted.

At that timing, Keating raised a cross, and the ball headed for Damian in the center.

‘It’s Dad!’

And in the center was Roger Barrett.

‘I’ll stop you!’

Tom was sure his dad, Roger Barrett, would do a good job cutting this cross.

puck.

Indeed, the moment Damien was about to touch the ball in an acrobatic stance, Roger jumped forward and cut off the cross.

“great job!”

“Nice defense! Barret!”

Right away, he baptized his father with compliments from around him, and Tom looked at the field with a proud heart.

Then Jamie’s choice was right.

He wanted to exchange the ball with right winger Weng, but at one point, he suddenly sped up and dug into the side.

Ben moved to the center as if it was natural, and Brian and Keating on the other side also moved to receive the cross.

‘This time, I’ll try to break through myself, right?’

The movements of other Stoke players are fake. Jamie will do it himself this time.

Tom, as well as other Chelsea supporters, as well as the players and coaches on the pitch, all thought so. But again, Jamie’s choice was to pass rather than break through or shoot.

“Hey!”

“Nice, defense! Barret!”

“Are you in good shape today?”

Then, Roger cut the pass once more, and Tom, who was cheering along with the other supporters, tilted his head at the sudden question.

‘Why?’

It was strange.

Any other player could have done that.

However, the opponent was ‘he’ Jamie Lee.

‘Why don’t you try to solve it yourself?’

‘Why do you keep avoiding the game?’

‘Riga likes to solve things by herself, why?’

Even after that, Jamie’s play pattern was similar.

Do a dribble breakthrough. Try personal prayer.

However, I made sure to pass in the end.

As if trying to avoid Roger Barrett.

‘Am I afraid of my dad?’

Tom’s thoughts flowed naturally that way.

**

‘It’s sitting down incredibly.’

On the other hand, Jamie had a slightly different idea.

“Chelsea FC have good early momentum this season. It’s different from the old Chelsea. Excluding our team, it is being mentioned as the next most likely title candidate after Manchester City and Newcastle United.”

I heard that from manager Milo before the game.

However, once the game started, Chelsea played down the defensive line in an extreme way. It was to the point where it seemed as if he had no intention of scoring a goal, no, no intention of attacking at all.

[Chelsea ahead of the match against Stoke City, which is evaluated as ‘Champion Candidate’ and ‘Overwhelming Championship Power’. ]

[A Chelsea FC official who is ‘confident’. “Everyone will know when the game starts.” ]

Didn’t he even shake his mouth like this before the game started?

‘Did the fact that he was confident mean that he would just lock up and draw?’

Jamie felt absurd, but for now, he did what he could against a team that had fallen.

It started to shake the opponent’s defense by changing left, right, left and right directions.

First he used kitting, then he used beng. Pretending to break through, I passed them a little early, and they all crossed to Damien in the center.

“Hit it!”

Then it was Brian.

Jamie broke through to the center as if to solve it himself this time, and gave way to Brian as if he had left the ball in the penalty box arc.

The erratic move didn’t react right away to the Chelsea defenders, while Brian immediately fired a mid-range shot.

[Wah-uh-uh. ]

Unfortunately, the shot went off the goal by about two spans.

‘Is it still far? Is it now?’

Jamie pondered briefly.

Previously, it was blocked by Roger Barrett, but this time he still took the shot.

The point at which about 30 minutes have passed since the current match started. It seemed like it would be better to gradually produce results.

‘Okay, let’s go.’

Jamie made a decision. I wanted to use KK’s early cross following Keating, Ben, and Brian, but I decided to postpone it to another opportunity.

[LEE! LEE! ]

[RUU-N! ]

The home fans chanted at the top of their heads.

[Oh, unstoppable Lee without a gun. ]

[Oh, unstoppable Lee without a gun. ]

[ I tell my son. ]

[Our team is the Premier League winning team. ]

[ lee! lee! run! ]

[ Jamie Lee! do whatever you want! ]

They chanted Jamie’s name and sang personal cheering songs. There were not a few people who shouted to run recklessly.

However, all of that sounded like ‘I will support you no matter what choice you make’ to Jamie.

Two-woong.

Penalty box arc, Jamie broke the opponent’s defensive midfielder with a shooting painting motion.

Immediately, Keating, Brian, Ben, and Damien, who were nearby, actively moved to help him hit the shot.

Thanks to that, an almost perfect shooting angle was opened.

‘no.’

However, Jamie didn’t hit right away.

He dared to enter the penalty box as if to neutralize even the last defender in front of him. He then faced Roger Barrett, the core of Chelsea’s defense.

‘What do you think I will do?’

‘Should I dig further?’

‘Or should I hit you?’

‘Would I rather pass at the right time to shoot?’

Fake information was injected into all elements that could contain information, such as the angle of the shoulders, the position of the ankles, the level of muscle tension in the thighs, and facial expressions.

‘Now, I’m going to shoot. You can stop it.’

And finally, Jamie put her left foot back wide.

Very blatant shooting action.

That’s why it was rather a move that would doubt the painting from the defender’s point of view.

Of course, Jamie was really going to hit him at this timing.

Because that would rather lead to deceiving the opponent.

“uh?”

By the way, Roger Barrett threw himself.

As if it was natural for Jamie to hit a real shot, and as if there was no reason to take the painting action, he threw himself into the shot without hesitation.

It was a choice that was almost like a gamble – if you didn’t shoot, it would lead to a crisis situation right before conceding, so from Chelsea’s point of view, that choice was a godsend.

puck-

Jamie’s shot landed right in the face of the falling Roger.

‘Wait, isn’t it great?’

Beyond accurately predicting his next move, he blew his body and even blocked with his face.

Jamie couldn’t help but admire.

‘Look at this.’

And at the same time, the desire to compete burned.

‘Today, I scored three goals with the same scene.’

Jamie also felt the desire to compete, which he hadn’t felt in a while, and the ‘dirty personality of his previous life’, which had been hiding deep inside for a while, wriggling and getting up.

**

‘Dad!’

Tom couldn’t help but flinch.

puff. The sound of the ball hitting Roger’s face was so loud that it could be heard all the way to the expedition table.

“I’m not out yet! Take it off!”

Fortunately, Roger blocked the shot with his face and immediately stood up and ordered his teammates to follow up.

“Wow.”

“Play Hustle!”

“Great defense, Barrett! That was awesome!”

Soon, Chelsea handled the ball safely, and immediately Chelsea supporters showered Roger with rave reviews.

“Not crazy! Save yourself and defend!”

“He is also a Chelsea hero. What a hustle play!”

“…”

Their praise made Tom feel his heart pounding.

It was a compliment to my dad, but it felt like I was receiving the compliment myself.

‘As expected, it’s my father.’

thump, thump. Tom looked out over the field, trying to calm his beating heart.

No one else, Jamie Lee.

Beyond England, he is currently the hottest soccer player in the world.

Along with the ‘legend’ and ‘king’ Natal Munoz, he is considered a potential Ballon d’Or winner.

A fearsome player who makes fools of defenders who say ‘I’m long’.

He was showing hustle play against that player.

‘You’re amazing, Dad!’

I couldn’t help but get goosebumps.

“Oh, Lida.”

“Lee again.”

Moments later, when Jamie got the ball back, Tom wasn’t too concerned.

‘Dad’s really great. I’ll be able to keep Lee at bay.’

I believed in my father, but my belief lacked grounds. But now we have a basis.

Right in front of your eyes – not in a video, but in front of your eyes, blocking Jamie.

There was no reason not to believe it.

“ah.”

But······.

[ eee-YeeeA! ]

Faith did not last long.

Jamie dragged the ball from the center and peeled off the defensive midfielder with a shooting painting in front of the penalty box.

After that, he blatantly put his left foot back as if he was going to shoot.

Just like before, Roger threw himself, but this time his shot was more precise.

The shot evaded Roger exquisitely and was sucked into the upper left corner of the goal, avoiding the goalkeeper’s hand.

“I couldn’t help it.”

“Yes, this is what Lee did well.”

As Jamie showed it, he fired a shot from almost the same situation and angle as before, and it led to a goal.

He openly played, ‘If you can stop it, stop it’, but Roger couldn’t stop him.

Jamie’s play a while ago was, to say the least, a kind of force majeure. It was a natural disaster, a catastrophe.

“It’s fine!”

“Chelsea fighting!”

“Let’s go calmly!”

Chelsea supporters immediately sent consolation cheers.

“Tom, are you okay?”

On the other hand, Tom looked at the field with a sullen expression, but his mother stroked his head and asked if he was bothered by that.

“yes I’m okay.”

Tom tried his best to answer.

‘It’s fine.’

Come to think of it, it was really good. There was no need to be shy.

Until now, he had effectively blocked Stoke City’s attacks.

I conceded a goal at the end, but I thought Chelsea could catch up quickly. No matter how terrifying Stoke City and Jamie were, I didn’t think they would continue to sit there recklessly like this.

“Damn it. Lee is running again?”

“this. Stop it even if you foul it, you fools!”

“…”

I believed that I would be able to win, and that I wouldn’t be left without being beaten forever.