When the Korean soccer team scored the equalizer a few minutes before the end of the match, my view became hazy as everyone jumped up at once and dust rose. The crowds went wild when a Korean player made a header goal during overtime, making it confirmed that they would advance to the quarterfinals. Woo Yeon-Hee grabbed me by the collar and didn’t seem to know what to do.

“Waaaah!”

Of course, I wasn’t as enthusiastic as I was in the past. Knowing the future wasn’t necessarily a good thing. The people in broadcasting station vehicles also forgot about their work for a while. The reporters and staff who came to cover the excitement of Korean residents in New York were busy hugging each other.

On the way back to the hotel, a reporter shoved her microphone towards Woo Yeon-Hee. There were other slim beauties, but she specifically chose her.

We arrived at the hotel room.

“You’re coming out.”

Woo Yeon-Hee was on the TV answering an interview question with a flushed face as if she was still feeling excited.

“I’m so proud of Korea’s players and hope...