Chapter 74

Chapter 74, China Money

The method for attacking a pitcher was simple.

You only needed to have seen his pitches before.

And I knew the white pitcher taking the mound right now.

Reginent.

His name sounded impressive.

He had been caught using steroids in an American rookie league and was released.

After receiving a severe punishment that prevented him from signing with a Major League organization for one year, he moved to China.

In my previous life, this game had practically become a showcase for him.

Korean hitters could do nothing.

They were completely helpless.

[Korea Dragged Around by China, Manager Heo Jun Announces Immediate Retirement]

[Heo Jun Apparently Fired During Olympics, Seen Crying at the End]

[Three Traitors Who Ruined Korea’s Olympics]

[Korean National Team Pelted With Raw Eggs Upon Returning Home]

[Korean Baseball Attendance Falls 20%, League in Emergency]

Korean baseball went through a slump for several years because of it.

Losing to China in basketball or table tennis was one thing.

But soccer and baseball were unacceptable.

That was how the Korean public felt.

“The lineup hasn’t changed yet. But today we’ll add a few tactical plays. Make sure you remember all the signs.”

The coaches taught the players each sign one by one.

Everyone learned them.

Because the opposing pitcher was unfamiliar, we did not know exactly what he would do.

This was one way to prepare.

Republic of Korea National Team Starting Lineup

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Starting Pitcher: Yoo Jong-hyeon, Incheon Dolphins

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1st Batter: Kwon Geon-woo, Left Fielder, Busan Oceans

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2nd Batter: Cho Seung-hun, Center Fielder, Colorado

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3rd Batter: Choi Seong, Designated Hitter, Busan Oceans

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4th Batter: Yoon Jae-jun, Catcher, Busan Oceans

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5th Batter: Lee Byeong-hwan, First Baseman, Daejeon Hawks

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6th Batter: Ahn Hong-gyu, Shortstop, Seoul Triples

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7th Batter: Kim Seong-mu, Third Baseman, Seoul Magicians

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8th Batter: Park Min-ho, Second Baseman, Masan Wolves

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9th Batter: Gu Ja-cheol, Right Fielder, Daegu Cats

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For reference, aside from me, only Kwon Geon-woo, Yoon Jae-jun, and Lee Byeong-hwan had gotten hits in the previous game.

Even then, each only had one.

Everyone had been obsessed with taking hero swings.

“For your first plate appearance, I’ll leave things up to you. Watch carefully and figure out how their pitcher works.”

“Yes!”

Since we had already beaten Japan, the team expected to finish first in the group, so we had a little room to breathe.

Of course, Cuba was still a strong team.

Though they had just lost to China...

“Finally, we’ll hear from the captain. Without Choi Seong against Japan, we definitely would’ve lost.”

Hitting coach Lee Jun-ho suddenly stepped forward.

The players gathered around me in a circle.

Suddenly?

Still, I did not panic.

I had something I wanted to tell everyone anyway.

“If we want to win, we need to shake their pitcher up until he loses his mind. He isn’t an old veteran. He’s a rookie. If we keep disturbing him, cracks will appear.”

“Doesn’t he already have plenty of weaknesses? He’s a drug cheat in the first place...”

Apparently my words irritated Cho Seung-hun.

Then again, he was probably annoyed because not a single article had been written about him.

The spotlight had been entirely on my pitching and home run, along with Kwon Geon-woo’s defensive play.

The media had practically presented the game as Choi Seong versus Japan.

“Then who was the senior who played in the same rookie league as him?”

Yoon Jae-jun immediately shut down Cho Seung-hun’s attempt to interrupt me.

Cho Seung-hun said nothing.

He had already lost our bet, and while the rookies got hits, he had done nothing.

“Seniors, don’t forget why we came here. We came to win the tournament, not to worry about China. But that doesn’t mean we can underestimate them. China beat Cuba, but they won’t beat us.”

“Right!”

“Let’s win. Then we can face Cuba comfortably.”

Everyone quickly united around my words.

Manager Heo Jun and Coach Lee Jun-ho looked at me with satisfied expressions.


The game soon began.

Korea batted first in the top of the first.

Reginent’s fastball was around 158 km/h, so it was not exceptionally fast.

But he used a three-quarter arm slot and had a wide variety of pitches.

I remembered him throwing a fastball, two-seam, knuckleball, and several others.

“Try bunting.”

I quietly advised Kwon Geon-woo just before he entered the batter’s box.

It was obvious Reginent would have the game of his life today.

But there was a way to prevent it.

All we needed to do was break his weak mentality.

“A bunt?”

“Just try it. You’ll understand.”

China was filled with players motivated entirely by rewards.

That gave them the potential to become an even stronger team than Korea.

But they had one major weakness.

They had no unity.

They were basically mercenaries with no loyalty to the country.

Their defensive coordination and fundamentals were especially terrible.

154 km/h.

A fast first pitch entered the strike zone.

But Kwon Geon-woo was already used to fastballs.

Recently, whenever I practiced pitching, I made Yoon Jae-jun and Kwon Geon-woo stand in the batter’s box.

Pitchers in Korea did not throw especially hard.

Internationally, however, 150 km/h was practically the standard.

Since fastballs were still the most common pitch, they needed experience watching that kind of velocity.

“A bunt? He could just swing away...”

Cho Seung-hun complained from the on-deck circle.

It seemed about time to say something.

“Senior. You’re bunting in your next at-bat too.”

“What?”

“Our agreement.”

Cho Seung-hun frowned.

“If you keep this up, I’ll have to take special measures.”

I was joking.

Cho Seung-hun did not laugh.

“Ah, right. Didn’t you beat Senior Hak-seong with a bat when you were acting captain?”

I had never done that.

How could I beat a respected senior with a bat?

“Where did you hear something like that?”

“From him...”

“Wait, you actually believed that?”

Judging from his expression, he did not think it was a joke.

“Damn it. Fine, I’ll try.”

“Yes.”

Meanwhile, Kwon Geon-woo bunted and sprinted toward first.

The catcher panicked and gave instructions, but Reginent fumbled the ball.

“Safe!”

The umpire raised both hands and called it.

I spoke to Cho Seung-hun, who was staring blankly.

“Baseball is pretty easy, right?”

“...”

Cho Seung-hun silently walked toward the plate.

Reginent seemed distracted by Kwon Geon-woo’s huge lead and kept throwing pickoffs.

But Kwon Geon-woo was not the kind of player who would get caught.

He led the league in stolen bases, after all.

Reginent had good pitches, but his defense and pickoff skills had not fully developed.

Against a player like that, rather than challenging him honestly, we needed to gradually break down his mentality.

Tap.

The moment Reginent threw his pitch, Cho Seung-hun also bunted.

Reginent, who had been focused on first base, froze.

The catcher ran out toward the mound to field it, but it was already too late.

Cho Seung-hun used his speed and sprinted to first.

No outs, runners on first and second.

The bench erupted into applause and cheers.

The crowd did the same.

Korean fans chanted,

“Republic of Korea! Republic of Korea!”

Meanwhile, the Chinese fans filling most of the stadium shouted insults.

They reminded me of Korean baseball fans from the 1980s.

Swing away.

Manager Heo Jun gave the sign.

I nodded.

I had also decided it was time to swing.

The first baseman and third baseman had moved close to home plate.

They were defending against another bunt.

I did not care.

I was aiming for a single, not an extra-base hit.

That gave us the highest chance of scoring first.

Throw away the desire to be a hero.

That was what I most wanted to tell national team players in a short tournament.

Stay relaxed.

Let small things build up like clothes slowly getting soaked in light rain.

That was how you attacked the opponent.

I held the bat short and relaxed my body.

As if I would simply tap the ball.

145 km/h.

A two-seam came in.

I pushed it lightly, almost exactly like a tap.

The ball went straight toward first.

With normal defensive positioning, it would have been an easy infield fly.

But the defense had moved forward for the bunt.

The surprised first baseman stretched out his arm, but he was too late.

I quickly reached first.

Kwon Geon-woo touched home plate.

1-0.

Everything happened in an instant.

With runners again on first and second and no outs, Reginent’s expression twisted.

The other defenders immediately began insulting the first baseman who had failed to make the play.

“What were you doing standing there like a scarecrow?”

“If that’s how you’re going to defend, why don’t you go back to your own country?”

“Reginent! Do you even know how to field? Do you know how much money we lose if your mistake costs us the game?”

The criticism poured toward both the pitcher and first baseman.

That was exactly what I wanted.

Destroy team morale.

They were already a loose collection of players united by money.

There was no atmosphere of protecting or encouraging each other.

Swing away.

Manager Heo Jun again gave Yoon Jae-jun the signal.

Yoon Jae-jun seemed to immediately understand what I was thinking.

Catchers really did have the hardest position, and at the same time, they had to be smart.

They understood the flow of the game.

He deliberately held the bat short.

155 km/h.

A fast pitch drifted straight down the middle.

Reginent had lost control because his mentality was already shaken.

CRACK!

Yoon Jae-jun had trained by watching my 160-plus km/h pitches from the batter’s box.

His eyes were already used to the velocity.

He swung at the first pitch.

Even with the short grip, his absurd strength sent the ball flying.

“Fuck!”

Reginent shouted.

Anyone could see it was a three-run home run over the left-field wall.

Our hitters rode the momentum and added one more run before the inning ended.

5-0.

But it was too early to relax.

In my previous life, Yoo Jong-hyeon had completely collapsed from the first inning.

Batting and team chemistry were separate things.

The hitters who had joined China with nowhere else to go swung desperately to attract scouts.

For them, this was both a mercenary job and a showcase.

A desperate stage to prove that they could still shine.

Crack!

As expected, during China’s offense, the aging ace Yoo Jong-hyeon completely fell apart.

In my previous life, he allowed eight runs in the first inning.

Then three more in the second.

Korea lost 11-0.

And my concern quickly became reality.

Yoo Jong-hyeon walked the first batter.

Then allowed a hit to the second.

Then gave up a three-run homer to the third.

The score instantly became 5-3.

The cleanup hitter hit a double.

He retired the fifth hitter, but the sixth got a hit.

One out, runners on first and third.

He retired the seventh.

Then gave up another home run to the eighth.

6-5.

China had taken the lead.

Darkness instantly fell over the Korean bench that had already started imagining victory.

 

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