Chapter 76

Chapter 76, An Unexpected Decision

Manager Lin Yu calmly watched the game.

Eighth inning.

8-8.

Both teams kept putting runners on base, but no one was reaching home.

Both teams had already recorded double-digit hits.

Earlier, he had taken inspiration from Korea’s second pitcher, who relied heavily on breaking balls.

China began calling more breaking balls too.

It worked much better than expected.

“Knuckleball. Is he ready?”

Manager Lin Yu personally called the bullpen to check the next pitcher.

He was told the pitcher was ready.

Aside from cleanup hitter Yoon Jae-jun, Korea’s entire lineup had become extremely focused on contact.

Yoon Jae-jun kept chasing breaking balls, apparently still wanting another home run.

But every result was only an outfield fly.

He was young and probably overly excited.

In a situation like this, bringing in a knuckleballer would help control the game.

“As expected from you, Manager. Using the knuckleball right now seems perfect. They don’t look close to producing extra-base hits.”

“Right. I heard Choi Seong is a home run hitter too, but he doesn’t look especially powerful today.”

Manager Lin Yu slightly revised his evaluation of Choi Seong.

Of course, he was still a great player.

But his condition did not seem especially good today.

He had come to the plate five times.

Aside from hitting fastballs well early in the game, he had not done much.

If Korea was not using extreme uppercut swings, the best response was to bring in a pitcher with a completely different breaking ball.

That was the best decision Lin Yu could make.


Did you know about the miracle of the eighth inning?

It meant the same thing as the phrase, the promised eighth inning.

Its history went back to the 1982 World Baseball Championship.

In the final against Japan, Korea produced a dramatic comeback in the bottom of the eighth.

Then during the 2006 World Baseball Classic, Korea also produced decisive hits and home runs in the eighth.

Always the eighth.

This game would be no different.

China changed pitchers.

He would probably cover the final two innings.

110 km/h.

His knuckleball came in with almost no spin.

“Strike!”

At first, I could not adjust properly.

That was because I had been seeing pitches in the 130 to 140 km/h range, and now suddenly had to deal with something slow.

138 km/h.

A fastball more than 20 km/h faster came next.

My bat could only swing through empty air.

Each individual pitch was not overwhelmingly powerful, but the change of speed was pretty good.

Maybe his knuckleball was around B-grade.

110 km/h.

Another slow knuckleball came in.

Because it had almost no spin, it was impossible to predict exactly where it would fall.

I instantly shifted my grip and held the bat longer.

It was a quick decision.

Then I swung without hesitation.

CRACK!

The ball quickly cleared the fence.

China had overlooked two things.

First, they had tried to control the game by bringing in a knuckleball pitcher.

Second, my swing was naturally closer to an uppercut than a contact swing.

The moment the ball crossed the fence, every player in our dugout rushed out and shouted.

“Choi Seong! Choi Seong!”

The small number of Korean fans joined in.

9-8.

The infielders began cursing at the pitcher, who lowered his head on the mound.

It was a run we had barely managed to score late in the game.

A one-run battle.

“As expected, you’re the only one!”

Yoon Jae-jun violently hugged me.

Kwon Geon-woo shook my shoulders from beside him.

All the seniors were staring at me.

I answered lightly.

“It’s nothing. It’s still only China.”

“Yeah, though somehow it turned into monster-level China.”

Every player on the Chinese national team was performing better than their actual ability because of the promised victory bonuses.

Honestly, even if China gathered players from around the world, their normal level still did not match Korea.

Korea had its own baseball history too.

“Anyway, I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Now we could finally bring in the team’s closer.

Oh Jin-ho.

The Daegu Cats’ best closer.

The man widely known as the originator of the stone-like fastball.

Even at forty years old, he was second in the league in saves using only a fastball and slider.

For reference, first place belonged to Noh Jae-hyeon, the reliable closer of the Busan Oceans.

“I’ll shut them down.”

Oh Jin-ho also contacted me from the bullpen before coming in.

I really had no idea why every bullpen pitcher kept calling me.

“Please do. Definitely.”

Oh Jin-ho answered not with words, but with action.

He pitched a perfect ninth inning.

Nine pitches.

Three strikeouts.

An immaculate inning.

The first immaculate inning in the history of official Korean national team games.

It was overwhelming pitching from Oh Jin-ho, who was preparing to retire from the national team.

No.

He was preparing to retire from baseball entirely.

Game over.

The moment Oh Jin-ho recorded the final strikeout, we ran onto the field.

Then we greeted the fans.

“Wow... there are that many again.”

A huge number of foreign reporters were waiting.

But I knew I was not the MVP today.

I had hit the eighth-inning home run thanks to the miracle of the eighth, but Yoon Jae-jun had already hit consecutive home runs earlier.

I quickly returned toward the bench.

“Everything was thanks to Choi Seong! Every idea came from his head!”

Suddenly, Yoon Jae-jun began explaining the advice I had given Cho Seung-hun.

The reporters looked toward me with interest.

“That wasn’t all. He united us in the locker room. One of our seniors even cried...”

Several foreign reporters quickly approached me.

Foreign reporters asked too many questions.

If I wanted to avoid being trapped, I needed to escape quickly.

“What exactly did you do during today’s game?”

“I just played.”

A lot of things.

Explaining every single one myself would only make me look ridiculous.

I quickly went inside to shower.

There was plenty of dirt on my uniform.

When I came out around thirty minutes later, Yoon Jae-jun was waiting with a miserable expression.

“That was exhausting... They ask so many more questions than Korean reporters...”

“Getting attention in an international tournament will help your career. Think of it positively.”

An unexpected person was waiting outside the locker room.

Manager Lin Yu.

But since Hoshino Yuki had already done something similar before, our players barely cared.

Manager Heo Jun and Coach Lee Jun-ho greeted him while walking past.

Lin Yu did not respond.

Manager Heo Jun did not seem bothered either.

After all, today’s winner was Korea, not China.

And Japan had just defeated Cuba, officially securing our place in the knockout round.

Group B

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1st: Korea, 2 wins, 0 losses

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2nd: Japan, 1 win, 1 loss

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2nd: China, 1 win, 1 loss

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4th: Cuba, 0 wins, 2 losses

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Korea would face Cuba.

Japan and China would fight for the remaining knockout-round spot.

“Hello?”

For reference, I was fluent in English and Japanese.

I could not speak Chinese at all.

When Lin Yu said something, he confidently pulled out a translation app.

“What is it?”

Recently, people from losing teams seemed to approach me strangely often.

I asked bluntly.

“Could we speak privately for a moment?”

Unlike how he had treated Manager Heo Jun, Lin Yu’s eyes were sparkling while looking at me.

Then again, this man’s life was practically built on lies and comedy, but he genuinely loved baseball.

That was why he lied to his mercenaries about additional management bonuses just to make China win.

Later, the lie became a huge issue and he was fired.

Then Chinese fans were moved by his long speech about doing everything only for victory and the country, so the government ridiculously brought him back as manager.

After the naturalized players left, China returned to another long losing streak.

“What do you want?”

This was the first time Lin Yu had ever shown interest in me.

Especially with eyes that bright.

“I saw all of your ability and talent. The People’s Republic of China would value someone like you very highly.”

“I have no intention of going.”

I immediately rejected the idea of naturalization.

Lin Yu smiled.

Then spread both arms wide.

“If you naturalize as Chinese, we can help you go directly to Major League Baseball. I’m sure the people above me would approve. Isn’t Korea too small for you now?”

I naturally shook my head.

China had never even been a consideration.

Even if another country asked me to naturalize, I had no intention of leaving.

“Ah, perhaps I didn’t explain the financial side properly. We’ll give you ten billion won. Shine together with us for our country.”

I did not answer.

I simply headed toward the Korean team bus.

“We can guarantee you wealth, fame, everything...”

Ignoring Lin Yu as he followed me and continued talking, I stepped onto the bus stairs.

Then I turned around and spoke in English.

“Money can buy plenty of things, but it can’t buy me.”

No matter how crazy I was, I would never go to China.

I intended to keep wearing the Korean flag on my chest.

Free agency deadlines?

Why did that matter?

I was playing baseball that made my heart race right now.

Money?

I already had more than enough.

The club had already paid me tens of millions of won for breaking records.

And once I was posted to the Majors, I would make far more money than China could offer.

Seeing my attitude, Lin Yu shouted in clumsy English.

“You’ll regret rejecting this offer!”

“Sorry, but I won’t.”

Disappointment was obvious in Lin Yu’s eyes.

You should worry about surviving when you go back home.

“What did he say?”

“Something ridiculous.”

Yoon Jae-jun had been waiting for me.

That was the last time I ever spoke to Lin Yu.


Either way, what mattered now was the remaining tournament.

The United States would comfortably finish first at 3-0 and advance to the semifinals.

If Korea wanted to avoid America, we also needed to finish 3-0 and take first place in our group.

That made the final game important too.

Our final opponent, Cuba, had already been eliminated after two losses.

Cuba’s elimination was considered one of the greatest upsets in history.

They had built an almost All-Star-level roster, including Major League players.

But once elimination became certain, their competitive spirit disappeared.

In the final game, Cuba’s manager decided to use many young players to give them experience.

We easily defeated those Cuban prospects by mercy rule.

After beating Cuba, the semifinal picture became clear.

Thankfully, the bracket looked favorable.

America had ended all three group games by mercy rule and finished first in Group A.

Taiwan finished second.

There were no major surprises.

Group A

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1st: United States, 3 wins, 0 losses

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2nd: Taiwan, 2 wins, 1 loss

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Group B

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1st: Korea, 3 wins, 0 losses

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2nd: Japan, 2 wins, 1 loss

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Semifinals.

For the first time, three of the four teams aside from the United States were Asian.

American media began broadcasting the phenomenon everywhere.

“Taiwan...”

A small but strong team.

They reminded me of Korean baseball in the 1980s.

People said Taiwan had been strongly influenced by China’s unexpected success.

Not that I particularly cared.

After six days of rest, I attended Manager Heo Jun’s pregame meeting.

He looked unusually serious.

“For the Taiwan semifinal, I’ve decided not to use Choi Seong as the starting pitcher.”

My eyes widened at the decision.

In a knockout game?

Why?

 

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