Devil's Music

[333] Move the Episode 60 (13)

The first half is over.

The display board of the Emirates Stadium had only a quiet murmur engraved with a 2: 0 result, and fans who saw players entering the locker room helplessly sighed.

The game, which was at least 1: 0, was a 2: 0 penalty kick for the defender Matthieu Debushi taking a dangerous tackle to Lewis Suarez, who won the Norm Chance again around the first 40 minutes.

Fortunately, Matthieu Debussy, who had escaped, protested violently against the referee, and as the referee tried to take out the card, the experienced Merte Jacker quickly dried up and the situation calmed down.

Everyone who woke up to go to the bathroom at half-time was expressing helplessness or complaining.

Seeing them, I also lowered my head with sad eyes, but soon I heard a strange voice calling to me.

“Hey……. ”

A young woman carries a hot dog box on her shoulder in the eye with her head raised. The woman pushed out a hot dog wrapped in paper and handed out the beer from the cup with the other hand.

“Y-you did the math for someone who looks like a fan. ”

“Oh, really? Where are you?”

The hot dog girl looked around to show her gratitude for waving her hand at least once, then raised her hand to the back of the gun and tilted her head.

“Hey, behind... huh? Where did he go?”

When the gun raised its head and looked back, three empty spots were noticeable among the crowd. The girl said, slightly embarrassed.

“Bar, I was just here...... there were three men. One of them was wearing sunglasses with dark hair, and he gave money to all of his friends to give them hot dogs and beer. ”

I also looked around the empty space when I heard the girl's words, but I only saw other fans staring at me with their eyes full of admiration. The shrugged shoulder sits down, and you reach out your hand.

“I think you went to the bathroom. Anyway, thank you. Can you tell her I'll eat well if she sees them later? ”

The girl who handed the beer and the hot dog to Gunn swirled her face red and hurriedly handed out the hot dogs and beer to the rest of the group.

As I turn around, I turn back many times and look at the gun, and the girl touches the red face.

‘Wow... I look so handsome...' ’

Bottle Joon, who stole the hot dog he was going to eat, reached out to the hot dog in his hand and said.

“Do you know what you just ate? I'll eat this. You eat mine. Wait, I'll try it first and make sure everything's okay. ”

In my opinion, I saw the hot dog rolling in my mouth with bottled water. I switched the case of the beer in my hand to the case and drank it.

“Hnng!!! Zoota! There's nothing wrong. Eat. ”

Byeong-jun's confirmation reminded me of a letter on the large TV at the top of the stadium when Kevin and Shizuka started drinking beer watching them eat hot dogs. The viewers, who were murmuring, pointed.

“A new cheerleader? ”

“Oh, is that you? You didn't make enough for seven, did you? ”

“Khh, yeah. Let's cheer hard."

Many of the amps that were heading towards the stadium rang out in unison, and the people who were discussing the game or going to the bathroom turned their heads toward the amps.

Even though the piano bass was ringing without drums, it reminded me of superplays by Arsenal players who sweated their best the first half of the year.

When the clear sound of the electronic guitar that was gradually speeding up with the ears of those who were listening to music quietly and a new cheerleading lyrics appeared on the big TV, even though it was the first time I had heard music, I had someone singing along gradually.

Kevin looks back at the case, smiling as he sees people singing along, because it is a music made of easy notes.

“I knew it. Your music makes me so tense. Right?"

I watched the audience change as they laughed without saying anything. When all of the songs you played in the tutorial are over, you'll be on the big TV, "Get it together! ’I remembered the words, and when the music was played from the beginning again, 60,000 people began to sing along with a single voice.

Even when you are wounded and wandering and failing.

Even when you're hurt and lost and failed.

We always cheer for you.

We're always cheering for you.

So you and we will not be afraid.

So you and I won't be afraid.

The strangers sitting next to me and the man with the shoulder lifted the beer in one hand high in the sky and voiced out a loud voice.

Do not be frustrated if you fall!

Don't be discouraged by the fall!

If you fall, you can happen again.

Falling means it can happen again.

The only thing that can happen is someone around you.

If it can happen, there's someone around you.

I am by your side, stand up and look at me.

I'm right here with you. Get up. Look at me.

Female spectators shed tears waving flags. I eagerly wished that my voice would reach the players in the locker room, raising my voice and the voices of the singing women and the singing men shaking their fists with reddened eyes embroidered the sky of the stadium.

We love you Arsenal, we do?

We love Arsenal, we do!

One nil, to the Arsenal.

To Arsenal.

Fortynine, fortynine undefeated!

Ninety-nine, undefeated!

We're by far the greatest team

We are the greatest team.

And it's Arsenal.

And that's Arsenal.

Arsenal FC!

Player locker room in the stadium.

During the normal half-time, Arsen Banger lowered his head with his hands in his pants pockets, screaming, kicking out the trash, or punching out the locker room and demanding athletes to venture.

In his eyes, I saw coaches releasing tired athletes' legs and handing out chocolates to recharge their drinks and sugar.

Athletes gazed at Arsenal Banker one by one as they breathed a little or chewed on a chocolate bar to recover from fatigue and didn't have the direction of the director to direct the second half of the operation.

Director Arsen Banger, who received their gaze, opens his mouth in a helpless voice.

“I'm s-sorry. My operation was lacking……. ”

The TV installed in the locker room lit up as he opened his mouth. When Director Arsen Banger stared at the lighted TV and fixed his eyes on the screen, he turned his head to the TV, just as the players were sitting there.

Tears came to their eyes, accompanied by shoulders, and cheerleaders. A crowd of crying women was singing because their throats burst so that all the paintings on their faces would be erased.

Do not be frustrated if you fall!

Don't be discouraged by the fall!

If you fall, you can happen again.

Falling means it can happen again.

The only thing that can happen is someone around you.

If it can happen, there's someone around you.

I am by your side, stand up and look at me.

I'm right here with you. Get up. Look at me.

Merte Zaker's jaw stops, claiming to be chewing chocolate repeatedly, wet with defeat.

As I watched the fans who glanced at the screen, I slowly lowered the chocolate bar in his hand and focused on the screen, and I watched some of the players who were discussing the story all shine on TV.

An old man climbed on a chair and flew a large, homemade flag, not an official cheering flag. On the white, the red text on the flag with the Arsenal Amblum catches the eye of the athletes and coaches.

"Until I die, the best team in the world is Asuna! ’

The older man almost fell off the chair several times, but did not stop waving the flag.

Eventually, the young men who were watching around him grabbed his legs and saw him waving a flag with his finger on the screen.

Aaron Ramsey, looking at the old man with his slightly reddened eyes, put the barrel of ion drink by his side.

“What... are you saying? ”

Peter Czech looked at the screen, put his head gear on his head, and tied the strap after taking off his sweaty head gear for half the time.

“Don't give up. That's what they're saying. ”

Peter Czech, the oldest, bashes his head in with both hands. He slaps his head hard enough to make a thump, and he looks at Merte Zaker, the claimant.

Merte Zaker's gaze, looking at the screen, seemed to glow blue, facing Petyr Czech. Merte Zaker turns his head and looks you in the eye one by one with the players seated in the locker room.

Some players were still keeping their eyes on the tears of fans on TV, and they could see athletes writhing their thigh muscles as if they wanted to rush to the stadium right away.

Merte Jagger stood up and approached Arsen Banger, who massaged the athletes' legs while keeping his gaze fixed on the TV and moved his gaze to Arsen Banger, who was staring at the TV with sad eyes.

Arsen Banger turns his head to look up at Merte Jagger as the nine-inch ball approaches him.

The captain of the team, looking down at himself with a big key, nods without a word and points to the TV.

Arsen Banker's gaze, which tried to put the word "giving up" on his mouth, changed momentarily. Finding the sharpness of his manners, he folds his arms and closes his eyes, and Merte Zaker smiles, making eye contact with Peter Czech, who is sitting satisfied.

A moment later, Arsen Vanger opens his eyes and cries out:

“Get the strategy board! Gather round!”

Athletes howl around the director. It was enough to sit and listen, but as if they were fighting before the start of the match, the head-gatherers shouldered each other and focused their eyes on the strategy board held by Arsen Banger.

“We battle at speed before the second half. Wallbag, Walcott, Sanchez! Can you do it? ”

Theo Walcott, who looks small and sleek, reveals his teeth, smiles and slaps his thick thighs.

“Of course!”

Alexis Sanchez looks up at the TV with a playful look on her face.

“How can you tell when you can't see that? Can't you hear this cheer? ”

The 11 athletes and the director, who were bowing their heads while holding their shoulders together, looked up at the TV screen at the same time.

Arsen Banger lifts his hands on the shoulders of the players on either side and empowers them as he sees the audience calling out to the cheerleaders with teary faces still popping.

“Great! Go out and play something that won't embarrass those fans! ”

Merte Zaker bows and shouts aloud.

One nil!!! ”

The players shouted at the same time in a loud, bold voice.

“to the Arsenal, WOW!! ”

The loudly shouted players rush out of the locker room as if they were running out of time. In the ears of the players running through a long, dark corridor, 60,000 voices of support were heard for 100 years.