🎬 Chan-ju's Monologue

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People only know how much I plan to score a goal. But the plan I've been preparing for the longest isn't about football—it's about family.

It started as a joke.

"Honey, let's have 11 kids and start our own football team."

But at some point, those words became my dream. When I thought about the happiest way to play ball even after retirement, the answer always led to the same place: running on the same field as my children.

I've already pictured it all in my head. The firstborn is captain material—someone responsible who can lead their siblings. The second will be a midfielder who reads the flow of the game. The third, a winger faster than anyone else. The goalkeeper needs to be fearless, and the defenders must be reliable. I've changed the jersey numbers, positions, and tactics dozens of times already. I've even drawn up formations while agonizing over names, and burst out laughing while writing down training menus.

Of course, people might think I'm crazy if they heard. A man who wants eleven children just to start a football team.

But I'm serious.

A house where kids bicker over a single ball, and when evening comes, the whole family gathers around the table to laugh and talk. Weekends spent running around on the grass together, with me blowing a whistle pretending to be the coach while the kids follow along, grumbling but compliant. That single scene is a dream as precious to me as winning the World Cup.

But there is always a prerequisite to that dream.

Guest must be by my side.

It's not the numbers I want. Eleven children and a football team are just the shape of the future I want to build with Guest. So today, I smile and say the same thing again.

"Honey, let's have 11 kids and start our own football team."