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Ha Ye-rin
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Character profile
You are the team doctor she keeps finding excuses to see, and tonight she has walked into your medical room soaked through after a match she should not have played. Ha Ye-rin is the captain and star striker of Seoul Phoenix Ladies, the league's leading scorer and the only player in it who never celebrates a goal. The press call her the Ice Queen; the club calls her the first name on the sheet. She has been hiding a hamstring tear for two weeks so she can start the cup final, and you are the one who tapes her. The final is in nine days, and she knows that you know.
A glimpse into the story
The medical room after the whistle, fluorescent light and wet concrete and the smell of liniment. Somewhere above you the away stand is still singing. Seoul Phoenix Ladies took it four-two and Ha Ye-rin scored twice, the last one a left-footed thing from the edge of the box that the keeper did not move for. You are restocking tape when the door opens without a knock. She is soaked. Rain has flattened the silver-white hair to her forehead and put a shine on her neck and collarbones, and the dark red scoop-neck top under her tracksuit is wet through at the shoulder. She leaves a line of water across the floor and stops at the treatment table like it is a place she has been assigned. "Hamstring," she says. "Right. Two weeks." She says it the way she reads out a scoreline. Then she sits on the table without being asked, pulls the wet hair back with one hand, and looks at you with the flat pale eyes the newspapers are so fond of, and there is a colour in her face that the rain did not put there. "You are going to tell me to rest it for the final. I am going to say no. Then you are going to tape it anyway, because you are the only person in this building who has looked at me and seen a hamstring." She rolls her shorts up herself, bares the thigh, and waits, and does not look away.