Romantic on the Field

124.

[ Hidden champion, Chelsea FC. Ahead of the league match against Stoke City]

[Chelsea aiming for ‘at least Champions League’. Stoke City will be the turning point. ]

Stoke City, which caused a blast last season, is continuing its unbelievably good performance this year.

How competitive Chelsea is against Stoke City. Quite a few soccer officials paid attention to this.

‘It’s different because Barrett is there.’

‘Roger Barrett will stop Jamie Lee.’

Furthermore, there were many who expected that Roger Barrett, who became ‘England’s representative defender’, would block Stoke City’s ace Jamie.

So was Roger Barrett’s son, Tom Barrett.

But······.

“Lee again.”

“Walk your feet! Grab a uniform!”

[eee-YeeeA! ]

Contrary to the earnest shouts of Chelsea fans, Jamie shook Chelsea’s net as easily as taking out a cake from the refrigerator and eating it.

Jamie had already scored twice before the first half was over.

“No, I did the same as before, but why can’t I stop it?”

“Idiots, I don’t understand.”

“Damn it…”

They muttered as if they didn’t understand.

Jamie plays ‘copy+paste’. Exactly the same play as when he scored a goal a moment ago. However, the Chelsea defense is unable to stop him and concedes a goal.

Chelsea fans couldn’t help but understand.

But in fact, that was exactly what Jamie intended.

‘Pretend to move to the side, fake as if to shoot from the center, and shoot straight away.’

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Looking at this fact alone, it seems to be playing exactly the same as the previous play, but in reality it was different.

The detailed factors such as the timing, angle, and direction of the painting motion were all different.

In other words, he tricked Chelsea by deliberately playing ‘looks the same’.

Fortunately, the first half ended with only two goals scored without allowing more goals.

“…”

halftime. Tom, with a sullen expression on his face, kept his seat without even going to the bathroom.

‘No matter how much Dad can stop Lee.’

At the end of the first half, Tom couldn’t help but think about that.

“Tom, are you okay?”

Maria asked as if she was worried about Tom.

“···Yes. it’s okay hahahaha.”

Not wanting to worry his mother, Tom tried to smile.

Unfortunately, the content of the game did not improve much even in the second half.

No, it just got worse.

When it was hard to come out even after conceding, Jamie and other Stoke City players made up their minds and beat Chelsea.

“No, stop it!”

“Damn it, it’s Lee again! Why do you keep giving Li a chance?”

“Hang your feet! You useless bastards!”

[eee-YeeeA! ]

Eventually, in the 12th minute of the second half, Jamie scored his third goal.

It was literally Stoke City’s perfect victory, no, Jamie’s perfect massacre.

“Are Chelsea not doing well, or are Stoke City doing too well?”

“Hey, let’s go.”

“Damn it. I came all the way to Stoke on Trent.”

Around that time, the Chelsea fans around him began to leave one by one.

Even more frightening was that even after the score was 3-0, Jamie did not let go of the attack.

‘Is it breaking through again?’

‘No, why do you keep attacking when you’re winning?’

‘…why did they go this far?’

Tom couldn’t understand Jamie like that.

“Tom, shall we go home?”

“…no, it’s fine.”

Maria asked again worriedly, but this time Tom tried to pretend nothing was wrong and answered.

[ lee! lee! ]

[ run! ]

Meanwhile, Jamie continued to attack.

I don’t know if it’s because of my mood, but it seemed to target Roger Barrett and focus on attacking beyond simply trying to attack.

puck.

In the 21st minute of the second half, Jamie’s shot again hit Roger in the face. To be precise, Roger blocked another shot with his face, but in Tom’s eyes, it looked like Jamie hit it on purpose.

In the 29th minute of the second half, Jamie launched a flip flap against Roger. Shoot right after that. The shot narrowly grazed the post.

In the 34th minute of the second half, Jamie’s shot hit Roger’s thigh this time.

“Uh.”

“Only Barrett is having a hard time.”

“Can I do this?”

In the 39th minute of the second half, as Roger hurled his body once more to block Jamie’s attack, Chelsea fans from behind began to stir.

And in the 41st minute of the second half, when he saw him almost crawling across the field beyond flying his body and blocking Stoke City’s chance to attack a corner kick, Tom was on the verge of tears.

“This isn’t it, damn it.”

“Wayne. There is a child in front of you. Don’t swear.”

“No, it’s Agago Nabal and this isn’t it. The captain is crawling on the floor, what are we doing here?”

“Eh?”

I didn’t like the current performance and left, and the captain of the team was struggling with his body blown away.

But aren’t you doing nothing but complaining here?

The man was saying so.

“Mason!”

The man who spat out abusive language called out to the man in the front row of the expedition table.

Dung, Dung.

Mason started drumming right away at the man’s call. It seems that you have overheard the conversation in front of you.

[ We got Barrett. ]

Then, as if the swearing person had been waiting, he spat out the first phrase.

[There is no need to envy Manchester City. ]

[There is no need to envy Liverpool. ]

The supporters nearby responded immediately.

[ We got Barrett. ]

[Oh, our hero. Roger Barrett. ]

[Oh, our hero, Roger Barrett. ]

Of course, Tom knew the identity of the song the supporters sang.

It was the personal anthem of his dad, Roger Barrett.

The most famous cheering song among Chelsea’s individual cheering songs, and the most loved cheering song by Chelsea fans. And it was the cheering song that Tom heard the most.

However, it was the first time I heard it through real voice rather than an iTube video.

“…”

Naturally, chicken skin sprouted on her arms, no, all over her body.

Dung, Dung.

My heart beat wildly to the beat of the drums.

“Tom. Shall we sing together?”

There was no way Maria could not have noticed this.

He patted Tom’s head with a smile on his lips.

“Can I?”

“There is nothing that can’t be done.”

“really?”

“then.”

Tom’s expression brightened.

[There is no need to envy Manchester City. ]

[There is no need to envy Liverpool. ]

Dung, Dung.

In the meantime, Roger’s personal cheering song continued.

[ We got Barrett. ]

[Oh, our hero. Roger Barrett. ]

Tom stopped looking at his mother.

He raised his head and screamed at the top of his voice.

[Oh, our hero. Roger Barrett. ]

[Oh, our hero, Roger Barrett. ]

[My hero, Roger Barrett. ]

In the end, I even changed the lyrics and sang it.

**

“Barrett.”

After the match, Roger tried to move towards the away table.

It was because my son Tom said he was coming to the stadium today.

“Doping test. Today, the claim is won.”

“…”

However, I couldn’t check it properly.

The Premier League randomly picks up players right after the game and conducts a doping test, but today, unluckily, they got caught there.

“Barrett, hurry up. They keep calling over there.”

“···yes.”

Roger glanced at the expedition table and moved on.

“Okay, everyone got on, right?”

After a while, on the club bus to London.

After receiving the doping test, Roger looked out the window in a mixed mood.

It was an away game and after a bad fight, but not a few fans came out to see them off.

But Maria and Tom were not among them.

“depart.”

yes, it’s a start To my house where no one is, the lights are off.

Roger muttered something to himself in his head and pulled out his cell phone.

I checked to see if there was a message from Maria or Tom, but it didn’t come.

‘Sigh.’

I let out a sigh.

Roger pondered whether to send a message first, but just accessed the portal site.

[Stoke City, 3-0 win over Chelsea FC, which was mentioned as a candidate for the title]

[Jamie Lee for ‘obvious class differences’. ‘Cooking’ Chelsea’s Roger Barrett]

You mean ‘to cook’. Roger, who was dumbfounded for a moment, checked the top of the article. I wanted to come up with a title like this in some kind of chirashi-like place.

[ conta** – I doubted my eyes when I saw the title. Is this an article from Fortwo Four? ]

[ sword** – Look at the malicious title of the article. You do too much. ]

Surprisingly, however, the article was published by a major media outlet.

[ music** – But it’s also true. Barrett is totally blown away by Lee. Are you obsolete already? ]

[ jabes** – What a waste. Respect the valets. He is a man who deserves respect both on and off the pitch. ]

[sungh** – I don’t know what’s inside the stadium, but what about outside? You’ve been separated from your wife for three years. ]

[ power** – If separation or divorce is a reason not to be respected, 64 per cent of Britons will not be respected. including your parents. ]

[sungh** – But seeing as he lost custody of his son, it’s clear that the problem lies with Barrett. ]

I didn’t lose custody. My wife, Maria, couldn’t stand being alone, so she took care of me.

I almost made a comment like that.

[ tommy** – Don’t comment if you don’t know. Roger Barrett is a man worthy of respect anywhere. ]

If you haven’t read the comments below.

‘tommy**. Isn’t that just a comment from Tom?’

no, it won’t be It’s about time you’ve just arrived home and washed up. Tom didn’t have time to comment.

Even with that thought, Roger checked the account information of the person who last commented.

Whether to consider it fortunate or disappointing, seeing that the account also commented on political news, it seemed that it was not Tom.

“Everyone, don’t be late for tomorrow’s training. more.”

The bus drove for about an hour before arriving at its destination. Roger said goodbye to his colleagues and got into his car.

“…”

When I’m driving, I have a lot of thoughts.

‘Today I was completely fooled.’

‘Have I ever been so miserable?’

‘According to the comments, am I already retired?’

It took only about 10 minutes to get home, but in those 10 minutes Roger had literally all kinds of thoughts.

‘Hui-yu.’

So when he got home, Roger was pretty exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Throughout the match, Jamie Lee almost harassed him – as Four-Two-Four put it, he was cooked. After the game, I felt a lot of stress because of the thoughts about Maria and Tom, and the articles and comments. In a way, it was natural to be tired.

‘Sigh.’

Roger sighed once more and turned on all the lights in the house. Then I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower.

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Let’s stop thinking. Thinking about it won’t change anything. Then, after taking a shower and coming out, I muttered as if I was casting a spell.

Whoops.

The cell phone rang when he had finished getting ready for bed.

‘It’s Tom.’

‘Tom sent the message without Mom’s knowledge.’

Roger expected so.

There was no reason. Just, that’s what I thought.

He thought it was an overly hopeful accident, but he tried to ignore it and reached for his cell phone.

[ Maria – honey. Do you have time this weekend? ]

However, it was not Tom who sent the message, but his wife Maria.

‘Well?’

While Roger was flustered, Maria immediately sent the following message.

[Maria – Tom says he misses you. Let’s have dinner with Tom. ]

“…”

Roger couldn’t reply.

‘How long has it been since the message?’

‘When was the last time Maria called me honey?’

‘Do you want to have dinner? Then should I go to Stoke-on-Trent?’

‘I guess so.’

‘Is it literally just dinner? or not······.’

It was because there were too many thoughts at once.

[ Maria – No time? Or do you hate it? ]

no no. stop thinking

Roger quickly shook his head and replied.

[ No, good. ]

And for the first time in a long time, he smiled.