Solo All-Around Agent

Chapter 24

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[Park Il-joo thinks he is not suitable for a striker.]

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“Big!”

Park Il-joo was not able to use his strength properly among the Suwon Sanggo defenders who fought wildly whenever the ball came to him.

[Once again, the right to attack goes to Suwon Sanggo! I don’t know how many.][Is it because Park Il-joo’s condition is not good today? Jingugo, which boasted strong attack power until the semifinals, is not showing itself.]

“Oh, fuck it!”

And as the game progressed, Park Il-joo’s patience reached a limit and the frequency of being annoyed by his teammates was increasing considerably.

“Aren’t you going straight?! What kind of player are you when you can’t even pass like this? These bastards!”

The ball was constantly being cut before it even came to him, and no matter how it was connected to him, it was because the ball went out of the goal every time under the strong pressure of Suwon Sanggo.

‘Only Suwon Sanggo!’

“calm down! Don’t just put the pass into the box, look at it and put it in!”

The players were confused by Lee Woo-seung’s contradictory cry, contrary to the existing tactics, and Park Il-joo’s already mentally disturbed feelings were not easily recovered.

‘Sigh. It’s really easy to defend.’

He knew it himself and wanted to play there, but it was not easy for him.

‘But my father wanted me to be a striker. Because that’s the way he can be recognized by his father.’

Park Il-joo clenched his teeth as he remembered Jae-jin’s words.

‘I think I can go higher in the defensive midfield position than as a striker.’

“You mean you can’t go higher than a striker? I?”

When he remembered what Song Jae-jin said to him for the first time, perhaps because of a repulsive mentality, Park Il-joo clenched his teeth and tried to shake off his thoughts.

“If you sweat like that, it’s bad for your body.”

As Ki-yeon handed the towel, Il-joo Park wiped her face with the towel she was wearing and looked at Ki-yeon.

“He said I was a striker and a defensive midfielder. In which position do you think you will play better?”

To Park Il-joo’s question, Choi Gi-yeon responded as if it was natural.

“Of course he is a striker. It is a waste to rot that attack instinct. waste. As you know, there is always a shortage of big strikers in Korea.”

“Ah yes.”

In response to Choi Ki-yeon’s answer, Park Il-joo did not feel any trust at all.

“Then, if you sign a contract with Uncle, can you make him a better striker?”

“Absolutely. you just speak What kind of striker would you like to learn from? Son Heung-beom? Wook Kim?”

In response to Choi Ki-yeon’s answer, Park Il-joo scanned the rising players in his head, but he couldn’t think of a proper striker and asked if he would get better with coaching.

“And doesn’t President Park Jae-heon also want Park Il-joo to succeed as a striker?”

Choi Ki-yeon, who had heard from manager Lee Woo-seung that Song Jae-jin recommended a position as a defensive midfielder, wanted to put a wedge in the thought that Park Il-joo was shaken, so he said something he shouldn’t have said.

“that. it’s a week How long are you going to rest?”

At the same time, when Park Il-joo raised his head to the cautious question of his classmate, he felt that all the members’ eyes were focused on him.

“Ah. Everyone rested.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

After Choi Gi-yeon, who was staring at her, Park Il-joo tied her soccer shoe laces back and headed to the playground.

‘Would you like to contact him?’

It was because Song Jae-jin was the only person who told me about a defensive midfielder while everyone else was talking about a striker.

‘After today’s training, I will send you a text message.’

Park Il-joo thought that maybe he could find the answer after thinking about it, so he remembered Song Jae-jin’s business card that he had saved in his cell phone.

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“Hmm. What’s going on?”

Song Jae-jin went to the meeting place after receiving a text message from Park Il-joo that he wanted to talk.

After his first meeting, he watched the game several times and wrote a report, but it was the first time he had contacted him to meet him.

“Good morning.”

As we headed to the promised cafe, Il-joo Park, wearing a training suit, was sipping a drink and waiting for Jae-jin.

“Yes hello.”

Even though Jae-jin came, Park Il-joo after an awkward greeting, stared at the glass of drink as if to kill, and opened his mouth only after the drink showed the bottom.

“If I go as a defensive midfielder, will I be able to succeed in overseas expansion?”

Song Jae-jin nodded at Park Il-joo’s words without hesitation.

“A much higher probability than a striker.”

After Jaejin’s answer, another long silence came.

“I don’t think I get along with a striker. But my father wants me to be a striker. Because he can get the most attention. So he can go higher.”

Song Jae-jin fell into sleep in the heart of Park Il-ju, which he had never known before.

“Well.”

At that moment, Park Il-joo looked at Jae-jin and sighed heavily.

“And recently, the director as well as the agent Choi Ki-yeon. All tell me to only be a striker. I think I’m going crazy because the striker is the answer.”

Song Jae-jin kept quiet for a moment to organize his thoughts and quickly cleared the situation.

‘Park Il-Joo’s acting as a striker is not his own will, but the recommendation of others.’

“Dad does it every day. If he has a pack he has to be the leader of that pack. He must be able to wield the herd.”

‘That must have been what he thought was best.’

From the words of Park Il-ju, I immediately understood why Park Il-joo had a harsh personality and treated the players that way.

Although it was the wrong choice for him, he must have acted like that until now because it was the best choice for Park Il-joo.

“Agent. I can’t even play in that striker’s position. The defensive midfielder position is comfortable… .”

At the trembling voice of Il-joo Park, which seemed to have been uttered after contemplation and contemplation, Song Jae-jin laughed and erased the complicated thoughts that came to his mind and answered with a smirk. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Then, you can do it.”