1. Even if I become chaebol, I want to play football

Chapter 1

Gulp. Gulp

In 4 pyeong semi-basement full of mold.

The sound of Jang Ho who will turn 35 tomorrow, echoed through the room.

"Khhh! Cool!"

He frowned at the bitter taste of soju in his mouth, however, he felt alive.

This is already his third bottle.

'Good. Good'

Jang Ho pushed away the trash around him in jolly energy and afterward he crouched down.

Then, as if he was familiar with it, he put his body close to the wall as much as possible, and when the next door's Wi-Fi was caught on the top of the cracked phone, he called for joy.

"Yes! Did I get two today?"

However, it was a constant daily life repetition.

"Chh. There is nothing to see"

Tired of Youtube and internet broadcasts, he pressed the lock button with a sigh as he continued to slide the screen searching for a new web novel.

'I must be drunk, lets go to sleep'

Jang Ho roughly threw his phone nearby and closed his eyes.

I drank alcohol to sleep anyway.

I couldn't sleep if it wasn't now, so I thought I'd go to bed early when I was drunk

When you try to fall asleep like that.

"Yaaaaaahhhh!! Goal!!"

"Right!! Great! South Korea!!"

"Lee Kang Im! Lee Kang Im!"

"Ugh!"

He woke up at the sound of cheers from outside.

Waking up in a dreamy state, he vaguely remembered the news he had seen in the morning and scratched his head.

'..... By the way, they said there was a match in the World Cup group qualifier'

When a world related to football came to mind, he suddenly became depressed.

The exhilarating feeling of drinking alcohol quickly disappeared.

The name of Lee Kang Im who scored the goal was still heard from outside.

"There was a time when I was called like that"

He raised his upper body and shook his head heavily.

This is because he was always mentioned when talking about football in Korea.

'Baek Jang Ho'

After playing in Suwon Youth, graduated from university and joining K League.

Later, he showed excellent results at the World Cup and went through French League 2, and then played in EPL-the dream league of footballers- at a big club, Chelsea.

[Baek Jang Ho's Chelsea official transfer is out. These days his skills are crazy after playing in Pierre]

- If you have skills, the road will open. I support you, Baek Jang Ho.

'That was then'

As he thought of the past, a smile appeared on Jang Ho's lips.

Not only in the domestic soccer-related community but also on the internet, everyone talked about himself.

Nevertheless, the past is just a past.

Jang Ho, who had been showing poor results in succession along the match due to failure in adaptation, was eventually pushed out and could not avoid living on the bench throughout the season.

[Baek Jang Ho was eventually released from Chelsea F.C due to poor performance]

[Baek Jang Ho from Chelsea, where he will go next?]

[Baek Jang Ho was released after participating]

- His shin bone broke in the last game. He probably had to go out because of his injury.

- What are you talking about? Its timing overlapped, and he was destined to be released anyway. He was just sitting on the bench.

- LOL bench warmer.

I remembered there were a lot of bad articles as well as ridiculing comments about myself at that time.

'Why you remembered swear words more than praises?'

In the end, Jang Ho was playing in K league after rehabilitation in shin surgery, but even that he did not showed a good results, and in the end he decided to retire.

After long hiatus, his skills are no longer his own.

However, he was not disappointed.

'What a pity.. I made money'

Although he retired early, he didn't worry.

Because he had money.

However.

[Baek Jang Ho declares opening clothing business after retirement]

[Baek Jang Ho, former football player who started inventory clearance]

[Did you know player who played for Chelsea?]

He started business with the remaining money but went bankrupt. In the end, he was trying to get shot with stocks and coins.

The rusty window in the living room showed Han River and people passing by was visible.

"Ugh! Lee Kang Im! Lee Kang Im!"

At the familiar name that he heard again, Jang Ho woke up.

"That guy Kang Im, since I was young, he was often compared with myself"

A smile came out when he remembered his close friend's face.

"Because of the same age, we were often compared in the media. Well, actually we are friends. Hmm.. really, when is that time? The guy who joked about calling me Hyung now is the captain of the national team.."

My close colleague in charge of the national team as well as playing as an active player, I am proud of him.

However, Jang Ho's face darkened again remembering past memory.

"... the wind"

It was the night with a lot of thought

***

"Uughh... I am freezing"

When he came out of the house, a strong wind great him.

It was in the middle of the winter when a sharp wind blew, shivering his bones.

While trembling, he headed towards Mapo Bridge.

It is always been a place he comes when he wants to cool his head.

Today, emotions are starting to rise.

"F*ck... How can it be so twisted? Life like a dog is really.."

Jang Ho leaned against the railing and began to mourn.

As I remembered the past I had worked so hard for, hot tears ran down to my cheeks.

I was abandoned in an orphanage without knowing my parents faces and I thought I had a hard life.

I don't have money nor dreams, but I developed a passion for football and after hard work, I entered the best league and the best club.

But what good is it?

All of that is just that time's glory.

After he retired, Jang Ho began to remember his naive past.

A friend who always told him that business was a jackpot.

A close coach who said he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't buy stock.

A senior bastard who strongly recommended him to devote himself to that coin saying that he would have a guarantee return

All of them were trying to take advantage of himself.

Jang Ho clenched his fist one by one as their face came up, but quickly sagged.

Because now he can not blame anyone.

In the end, all of that was his own negligence.

He could not turn back time.

"Haa..."

The moment when a deep sigh leaks out, all that left just emptiness.

TRIING

Notification sounded from his phone.

[Sent by Web]

[WH Savings Bank] Mr. Baek Jang Ho reached the loan deadline, a repayment reminder will be mailed to your home. Please make your deposit as soon as possible.

Jang Ho's hand almost lost his strength at the message prompting him to make a deposit.

"Really, It is a series of disasters"

His head dropped naturally.

Down there.

The dark Han River caught his eye.

"If I get an opportunity again.. I would focus solely on football"

At some point, Jang Ho's body was on the railing.

In fact, to create something out of nothing, playing in EPL, even though he play hard, there was also a lot of indolences.

He had to keep honing his skills at the same time he was busy blaming the manager for not giving him a chance and wasted his time on the bench.

In a way, it was his own fault for being lazy at the last minute.

Jang Ho who was constantly reminding himself of his problems, thought back about his original problem and smiled bitterly.

".... If I were born rich, then I could go study abroad without worrying about money.. I would have been able to become the best in the world by climbing the elite course"

Come to think of it, he had a series of hardships since childhood.

In the days when he doesn't have a penny, other people to the countryside to study abroad.

A foothold was set for them to grow rapidly when he had nothing.

".... Let's stop thinking about it. All of that are just an excuse"

Jang Ho whose mind was complicated, close his eyes.

He didn't want to think about anything.

He just wanted to be free now.

Right then.

TRIING.

When the notification on the phone in his hand rang again, he opened his eyes.

[Hey Jang Ho. I came to give you kimchi but you were not at home. Did you go out for a drink again? Please take care of your health. Anyway, I leave kimchi at the door. Give me a word if you eat it all. How many already? Every time I give you kimchi, you didn't say a word so my wife tells me not to give you any more. Anyway.. call me for time to time. I want to see your face]

After checking the long message, Jang Ho has some complex emotions.

The name written on the sender is Director Choi Jeong Min.

He was one of the few people who dedicated sending him to Chelsea.

Director Choi who always supported him generously even in situations where he wanted to give up.

However, right now, his situation are not easy at all as he quit being a director and started a restaurant business.

"....."

Jang Ho looked at his phone on the railing for a few minutes like that.

"What am I doing now.."

A sigh escaped on his pathetic self.

'Anyway, suicide is a bit.. Oh, scary. That thought came up'

It felt like his mind was flashing and trembling seeing the director's text.

"Ugh.. so cold. Let's go home"

He shook his head at what he had thought.

There is still people who cares about me, the fire of hope begun to burn again.

"All right! Let's work hard again! I don't have to go to work tomorrow so I will have to go home and sleep!"

By the way, tomorrow is the weekend so it is a day off.

It is short but he felt happy.

The moment he was about to come down from the raling he sat on.

Swoosh!

A strong wind blew again.

As the wind blew, Jang Ho instinctively raised his arms to cover his face.

"What kind of wind... Huh?"

For the fleeting moment.

As he felt himself leaning downward, he quickly began to stretch his and to the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, he touches the void.

A sudden rush of drunkness came rushing him who was dizzy and lost his focus by the stong wind.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Suddenly, he fall down from the bridge.

'You crazy!'

The bridge was getting father away from the view and water for Han River -which was difficult to see because of the darkness- was getting closer.

It's been a while since he was floundering in the air"

Bloob-!

The sound of something blunt resounded near Han Rier, then quited down.

The unlucky soccer player Baek Jang Ho.

That is how his first life came to an end.

***

'Ugh.. my head...'

On a bright sunny morning.

Jang Ho stood up holing his head without opening his eyes.

'Is this a dream too?'

Jang Ho barely raised his upper body and smirked.

He fell under Mapo Bridge for sure.

Even so, he couldn't help but think he was dreaming because he is drunk.

'But I fell off and my body can not move well now. By the way..'

An indescribable feeling comes out.

It's clear that his house is dark during the daytime and no bright sunlight would come in.

At the strange phenomenon, Jang Ho slowly opened one of his eye.

And then both of his eyes widened.

'Uh?'

Jang Ho's mouth opened wide seeing a different atmosphere.

Obviously, his house was filled with garbage bags and the smell of damp mold should have been wafting.

However, it is different here.

A single room with a wide desk, book arranged side by side and a bed large enough for three adult men to roll around about several size of his house.

Above all, from the window's view, people's shoes were no longer visible and only the round sun was welcoming him without any obstruction.

A room you can only seen in dramas was unfolding before his eyes.

"Where am I..?"

Jang Ho who had managed to come to his sense, slowly let out a voice.

At that moment, his whole body freeze.

Obviously, there should have been a distinctive cracked and hoarse voice.

"Uh-huh?"

A clear, youthful voice came out.

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