Devil's Music

Unlike FC Barcelonans who slowly showed up on the field to control their heart rate, the audience still cheered aloud as they rushed to the stadium.

When the whistle announced the beginning of the second half, the music that had been ringing on the pitch was turned off, but the audience still repeatedly sang ’We always cheer for you’.

Unlike the first half, FC Barcelona's captain Andres Iniesta stood in the middle of the stadium and looked up at the crowd.

Crying female fans, old men screaming at the flag, men shouting with their arms raised in the white smoke of fireworks.

Andres Iniesta felt a sense of strangeness in his legs. Noticing Andres Iniesta's transformation, Lionel Messi approached the center circle and patted him on the back.

“What's the matter? ”

Andres Iniesta looks at Rionel Messi and points to the Asenas who are sitting in the opposite camp.

“Look how the ashes changed their eyes. ”

His words stiffen the face of the Messi, who saw the Asenal Faction. When he sees eleven athletes staring at the ball with their furious eyes, he puts his hands on his waist.

“This... what happened at half-time? ”

Andres Iniesta whispers with his hand on his shoulder.

“I'm nervous in the second half. Soccer is halfway through. ”

Lionel Messi grins.

“Strength can be pushed with skill. ”

Andres Iniesta makes a complicated face as he throws his horse and runs back to his seat.

“Yes, but the will to give back can sometimes exceed skill. ”

Danny Wallback looks over at Andres Iniesta, preparing to kick off in front of the center circle, and sees Alexis Sanchez on the other side.

He was also staring at the ball with an icy eye. Merte Zaker, the team's leader, approaches the back of Massude Ozil, a little ahead of him and wraps his arms around his neck.

“Use Wallbag, Walcott and Sanchez. ”

The Mesut's scream gives you a slight nod as you approach Merte Zaker's side, who never takes her eyes off the opposing team while speaking.

Seeing his thigh muscles squirming like they were about to burst, he also wanted to start the race right away.

Mesut Özil, a young but German team with experience in the World Cup, was excited and focused on the ball without losing his cool.

And finally a whistle to announce the end of destiny.

Peek!!

The beginning of the first half of FC Barcelona was not as fast as I thought. For some reason, Barcelonans who had been stunned were dragging the ball around in a defensive camp.

However, even when the second half had just begun, turning the ball could not hold time until the end of the game.

As the three aggressive forwards press the midfielders spinning the ball and push them up to the midfielders of Asnar on the second line, Barcelona's defenseless defender gives the long pass to Midfielder beyond the center circle.

Ivan Lachitich lowers his butt to receive a long pass from him. After identifying the landing point of the ball, the moment he leaps up to trap into his chest, his body is trapped in a huge shadow.

Suddenly, Ivan Lachitich is surprised by the shadow that obscures his vision, and sees the owner of the head rising behind him.

Merte Zaker opens his eyes wide and focuses his nerves as if he saw nothing but the ball. Ivan Lachitich, who landed on the ground and lost his balance, cried out as he jumped to Merte Zaker, who had fallen.

“Defender!!!!! ”

Once Merte Jacquere's ball is connected to Aaron Ramsey, Barcelona's midfielders turn to return to the defensive camp.

However, Aaron Ramsey stabbed through the front with a non-stop pass without a single trapping. Whether the pass was too long or too sharp into the space between the defenseless defenders, the pass barely connects to the speeding Mesut Özil from afar.

After taking the ball one step faster than the defender rushing to the defender's car, Massude Cry strikes the pass straight ahead after just one trip to defeat the defender.

Three small shadows protrude forward as the guards of Barcelona panic over their tall passes. Gerard Pike, who saw it, shouts to the defenders.

“The line has collapsed! Stay together!”

Javier Masterrano, a short and fast axial defender, strikes forward with his left foot and is attached to the running Danny Walbaek. However, Walbaek delivered the ball to the penalty area with a preliminary pass to see if he was willing to battle with him, and Theo Walcott missed Gerard Picke and shot nonstop.

Lie!!!

60,000 spectators stood up at the same time as the tearing of the ball in the stadium.

“Goal!!!!!!!!!! ”

Theo Walcott, who scored, ran to Danny Walbaek with his arms spread out and his fists shaking. Instead of running with a happy face, Danny Wallbag stared at the Barcelonans with a terrifying look.

Theo Walcott, who was about to do the ceremony, stops and stares at the target.\

Seeing Gerard Pike shaking his head back to his seat just in front of him, Walcott jumps into the center circle with the ball rolling behind the goalkeeper.

The joyful Arsenals welcomed him with their arms raised, but no one came near Walcott and defended their position.

Barcelonans who seemed to have seen the Arsenal players trying to resume the race quickly did not make eye contact with them and talked to each other.

“What, what the hell happened? ”

Defenders shrugging their shoulders at Arsenal players, players looking away from opponents with squinting eyes, and Gerard Pike shouting at defenders with a look that he doesn't understand.

Director Ernesto Valverde, who was constantly gesturing on the sidelines and directing operations, was also perplexed.

It's because the atmosphere of the game has changed, not just one goal. Moreover, it was a goal that burst 11 minutes after the beginning of the second half, so I didn't know when it would burst again.

Even though it was a home game in the eyes of fans who were hugging and sharing joy with the people sitting next to them at the same time as the goal burst, the players who omitted the ceremony and prepared to resume the game also saw the stadium with a splendid face.

The old man's mouth opens as he waves his flag and raises his arms, throwing the flag as his goal explodes.

Even when you are wounded and wandering and failing.

Even when you're hurt and lost and failed.

The fans around me who looked at the stadium listened to the old man's rested voice and opened their mouths together.

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 song that started on the side of the stadium quickly resounded throughout the stadium. No one screams and shouts. They just stand still and sing with their expressions so that their minds can be conveyed to the players.

Kevin notices the changes in the stadium and looks back at the case. Kevin, who was about to elasticate with a face full of surprises about being able to create such a cheerleader, looked at the audience and just smiled.

Kevin leans down toward Shizuka and says, seeing his mouth smiling, but his eyes constantly looking at the audience's reactions.

“Look, Kay. ”

Shizuka, who had been looking into the case since Kevin listened, nodded small and whispered to Kevin, keeping his eyes on the case.

“What kind of music research experiment are you doing to 60,000 people, or are you getting rid of your humanity? ”

Shizuka also leans over to Kevin and whispers.

“Ever since I had the chance, I've never waved my arms or shouted, just watching audiences and athletes move. ”

Unlike Kevin, who was watching the game, he nodded, patting his chin, hearing Shizuka's words as he was watching the case react first.

“Tsk, I don't understand genius. ”

It was a day game on the roof of the Emirates Stadium, but all the lights were on to keep the shadows from falling on some part of the stadium.

Three men sat on the roof directly under the large light and raised the beer. Blonde Pymon raises his beer high and shouts.

“Wahahaha!! That's my boy! ”

Amduras, who had his legs and arms crossed, swallowed a horse without saying that he had sinned despite seeing Pymon with unhappy eyes.

"The pot is your child, isn't it?! And this is my gift! ’

It was Amduras, who was drinking a beer from Pymon while swallowing a grumpy horse. Amduras, who had taken a sip of beer and turned his gaze to him, sat quietly looking down at the case, said not to look back.

“This song, has it not crossed its limits yet? ”

When he mentioned the limitations, he was cold sweating on Amduras' back, noticing that he even knew what he was following up on.

“Ah… yes, not yet. ”

The kiln clutches its chin with its elbow against its thigh.

“You said four emotions are the limit of a human being, right? ”

Amduras turns his head to the stadium and says:

“Yes, that's right. Historical artists, artists and musicians, on a human basis, leave a single piece unfinished before they die, whether they die of old age or die of old age, the last piece they leave behind is beyond the limits of human standards. So it stays incomplete, not just for our demons, but for the angels to stop it. ”

Pymon, who was drinking beer, asked as he trimmed it a little.

“What happens if you cross the limit? ”

Amduras' eyes are on the exact case of 60,000 viewers. Amduras sighs heavily as she looks at the audience with a serious look.

“It will be dealt with, by angels, by demons. ”

Pymon glances up at the sky, clamoring at his face.

“The demons can cover...... and we must stop the angels. Hehe, come on. ”