My Girlfriend Wants Victory

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Arsenal fans filled the Emirates Stadium, showering their mockery upon Robin van Persie.

[Manchester United and Dortmund put on a romantic game.]

[Right after the match, Son Jinho also greets the Dortmund fans. “I put in more effort than usual thinking about showing a good game…”]

Could it be because Manchester United just had a romantic and warm match against Dortmund?

[Robin van Persie brought up Arsenal while mentioning his relationship with Gino… “I also wanted a relationship like that with Arsenal. I wish Arsenal fans were a bit more understanding like Dortmund fans.”]

Or perhaps it was due to Robin van Persie’s provocative pre-match interview?

The Arsenal fans, angrier than usual, looked ready to really tear him apart.

“Help… help me, you bastards!”

That was why I firmly ignored Robin van Persie’s plea for help.

Honestly, hasn’t he racked up quite the karma over the years?

As I recalled van Persie’s achievements in my mind:

[Did the captain of a team transfer to a rival with a small child inside me crying? YES.]

[Did he consistently respect his old team? NO.]

[Then, did he provoke his old team repeatedly, including backtracking? YES.]

I thought it might not be bad to settle the score just this once.

“Booooooo─!”

“Serves that fool right!”

“You should be crawling on the ground!”

Anyway, the referee, gauging the atmosphere of the stadium, pulled out a yellow card for Koscielny.

I nodded at the referee’s consistent judgment.

At this point, one could safely say that the principle of ‘warning = sacked’ was established in the Premier League.

***

After the referee was lenient towards Koscielny, the game began to descend into chaos.

[Oh. Stopping with a foul once again.]

Realizing that a simple warning wouldn’t cut it, both teams’ defenders began grabbing their opponents by the neck instead of their shirts.

“Stop grabbing my neck, you bastards!”

“That’s what we should be saying!”

Naturally, players’ emotions began to flare up.

[Uh-oh? Players are clashing! The referee is urgently trying to intervene, but they won’t listen!]

[This is the charm of football. A rough match that feels like a fierce battlefield! The game between Manchester United and Arsenal is heating up!]

And as a result…

[Thankfully, thanks to the referee’s whistle, the first half is over!]

[Yeah, the game was getting a bit too heated, wasn’t it? The players need to cool their heads during halftime!]

In just the first half, a staggering 6 players from both teams received yellow cards.

***

With the first half ending in a draw…

Arsenal coach Arsène Wenger wore a bright expression.

The game was unfolding just as he had planned.

Wenger, who had pursued beautiful football until now, had his values changed after defeating Mourinho, who accused him of being a voyeuristic patient in this season’s Cup final.

[Arsène Wenger, “Mourinho should learn to accept defeat for growth.”]

At the moment Mourinho heard this in a report, his expression soured.

Wenger felt that Mourinho’s rotten expression was even more beautiful than the football he had been pursuing.

He successfully realized that humiliating the opponent and giving them a taste of their own medicine was the true beautiful game.

***

[(LIVE) FA Cup Semifinal Manchester United 0 : 0 Arsenal. Halftime now.]

└ ??? What? It’s halftime and it’s still a draw?

└ Wow, Arsenal is holding on, lol.

└ I honestly thought something would explode in the first half.

└ I didn’t expect Arsenal to come out so rough though. It’s heartwarming.

└ Agreed, seeing Koscielny choke someone’s neck gives me a thrill, lol.

└ Honestly, taking a surprise attack is fair play.

└ That bastard has it coming.

└ Honestly, we could lose the game but at least I hope we’re not getting crushed like this.

└ Right? Especially against those Stoke City bastards, am I right?

└ Same.

***

In the continuing second half…

[As the second half begins, Arsenal is fiercely pressuring United!]

Thanks to the fans’ hopes, Arsenal charged forward fiercely, just like in the first half, and clashed with United.

Then, in the 15th minute of the second half…

[Mesut Özil has the ball! Sami Khedira is quickly trying to press but he succeeds in shaking him off. Özil passes to Cazorla! And Cazorla spots Juan Mata!]

Amidst the rough play, Arsenal didn’t forget their uniquely beautiful buildup, which had now become second nature.

[A Juan Mata cutting in centrally passes to Olivier Giroud!]

Successfully inserting the opening goal as if stitching a beautiful picture onto the green canvas of the ground.

[Olivier Giroud flicks it with his heel back to Juan Mata!!]

[Juan Mata! Mataaahhh!! Mata scores the opening goal!!]

└ ssssssssssssss

└ Mata! Mata! Mata! Mata!

└ Is it a reverse win? Is it a reverse win? Is it a reverse win?

└ I feel like I’m going to go crazy, I really do!

After receiving Olivier Giroud’s one-touch pass, Juan Mata runs toward the corner flag to celebrate.

“Good old Arsenal, We’re proud to say that name!”

Arsenal fans went wild.

And watching the Arsenal fans rejoice, Robin van Persie’s pupils began to darken.

***

After Arsenal scored the opening goal, a tense Manchester United pushed up their lines and increased the intensity of their pressure.

And the most impressive performance was none other than Robin van Persie.

As if he couldn’t lose to Arsenal.

Showing insane activity, Robin van Persie pressed fiercely from the front.

Even Son Jinho, who shows tremendous activity every match, expressed concern over van Persie’s sudden surge.

But Robin van Persie seemed ready to burn his remaining stamina away today, as long as it stopped Arsenal from winning.

[Oh! Van Persie successfully intercepts the pass!]

Dropping back to midfield, he interrupts Cazorla’s pass.

Connecting the ball directly to Son Jinho, he then dashes forward.

“Jino!”

As Robin van Persie surged forward…

[Van Persie!!]

Son Jinho’s pass, easily shaking off Olivier Giroud’s pressure, connected with Van Persie.

“Oh no!!!”

“Not to that bastard!!”

The cries of Arsenal fans echoed through the Emirates Stadium as they witnessed van Persie receive the ball.

Koscielny put his head down in a desperate attempt to stop Robin van Persie’s goal.

[He… he scored! Roobin van Persieeeee!]

The God of Football turned a deaf ear to Koscielny and the desperate hearts of Arsenal fans.

Van Persie’s shot passed Koscielny and Szczęsny, shaking the net.

“Roarrrr─!”

Robin van Persie, with a refreshing backtrack as if to say he couldn’t care less about respecting his old team, succeeded in gripping the nape of the Arsenal fans’ necks.

***

In the 70th minute…

After scoring, Robin van Persie, provoking the Arsenal fans with his backtrack, was substituted.

The eyes of the Arsenal players turned halfway around at van Persie’s backtrack.

The misplaced anger of the Arsenal players aimed at other Manchester United players, but…

That wasn’t an easy task.

Our team had the master of the depths, Cristiano Ronaldo.

Honestly, calling him the master was just because he was on our side; seen by the enemy, he was a true demon.

“Hmm. The demon is Jürgen, huh? Should I just call him the young master?”

Anyway, Marcus Rashford replaced van Persie on the field.

Rashford was a promising player with clearly defined strengths and weaknesses: tremendous physicality but lacking game intelligence.

But as long as he was with me, his weakness wasn’t a problem.

His lacking soccer sense was something I could cover.

“Rashford, don’t overdo it, utilize your teammates!”

Of course, in the early part of the season, there were a lot of trial and error.

I don’t know who he learned from, but when I told him to utilize his teammates, he used them as shields instead.

As a result, I realized I had to give Rashford specific instructions.

“Marcus. Listen well. Don’t think. Just do what I tell you with your body. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t think! Your response is also thinking!”

“Rash… Rash.”

“That’s right.”

From that day, I began to engrain the movements an attacker needs in Marcus Rashford’s body rather than in his head.

‘That bastard is dumb.’

‘SIU!’

‘Why is that bad?’

‘SIU.’

‘Is that guy kind? Didn’t that guy say Messi is the best football player in the world?’

‘That nameless player needed to respect me─!’

Though the difficulty was on a different level compared to Ho-woo, who understood instructions with just a finger point…

I ultimately succeeded in training Marcus Rashford.

“Pass to Chris on the left and make a run into the space behind Mertesacker!”

“Rashhhhh─!”

Upon inputting that specific command, I felt an unknown exhilaration seeing Marcus Rashford follow through with ease.

‘I can control people!’

Anyway, controlling Marcus Rashford and preventing Cristiano Ronaldo from messing up…

My role in the FA Cup semifinal against Arsenal significantly increased.

But…

That’s okay.

It’s much better for me to struggle a bit more than to witness the United of another timeline.

And even though I had only talked about Rashford’s weaknesses until now…

The quick-footed Rashford was a sufficiently threatening player against Arsenal.

Focusing on exploiting Mertesacker’s slow back space, the Arsenal defense began to crumble.

Without Koscielny’s spiritual backup, we might have allowed a reversal goal.

Regardless, we successfully maintained the momentum that shifted after van Persie’s equalizer against Arsenal.

Continuing to apply pressure on Arsenal.

As Cristiano Ronaldo dribbled centrally…

Marcus Rashford slipped to the left side where Ronaldo was, drawing a defender away.

I, positioned on the second line, suddenly spotted Arsenal’s gap.

Quickly taking action, I penetrated into the penalty box.

“Chris! Pass me the ball!”

Cristiano Ronaldo’s pass, blocked by two Arsenal players, connected right to my advancing space.

I brushed past the goalkeeper who had rushed out from the empty goal and attempted to shoot into the open net.

As the shot rippled the net, I could see the image of Arsenal fans clutching their heads in despair.

Dopamine surged through my head.

“Hoowwwww─!”

I let out a roar and charged toward the corner flag to celebrate.

“Come On!!!!!”

“Rule Britania!!”

The fiery support of Manchester United fans coursed through me when suddenly…

Someone strongly hugged me from behind.

As I turned my head in surprise, I couldn’t help but be astonished.

“United is the best!!”

Breathless with excitement, it was none other than Robin van Persie rushing from the Manchester United bench.