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One High School Heroes – K-drama Episode 6 Recap & Review
Bad Guys Episode 6 of ONE: High School Heroes starts where we left off with Ui-Gyeom uncontrollably beating up In-Kyu. In-Kyu is begging for his life, but Ui-Gyeom, who feels suffocated by the thoughts of his brother and father, keeps hitting him until Yoon-ki has to step in and hold him back. Yoon-ki asks Ui-Gyeom to restrain himself since they cannot be the bad guys. Later, Yoon-ki gets a call that Ji-Sung is awake at the hospital and rushes to see him. While waiting for the train, Ui-Gyeom overhears some students talking about a video of them that is posted online. The students suggest sending a list of all the bad guys at their school so the masked heroes can care for them. At the hospital, Ji Sung cannot talk, but he recognises Yoon-ki, making him thrilled that Ji-Sung is awake. On the way out of the hospital, Yoon-ki says he has two more people on his list to take care of and vows not to let them go. Da-bin talks to someone at home and agrees to start working the following week. Seok-tae arrives and tells her he hired someone to clean Soo-Kyum's room the next day. Seok-tae does not mention his name and just says that the room hinders Ui-Gyeom's concentration. Da-bin asks Seok-tae if he has noticed that Ui-Gyeom has come home with injuries lately. She is angry that Seok-tae only concentrates on the results. He keeps pushing Ui-Gyeom like he did with Soo-Kyum, and now he is getting into fights. Ui-Gyeom arrives home, and Seok-tae asks him to hand over the Walkman. Ui-Gyeom refuses, but Seok-tae insists. Ui-Gyeom tells him that the Walkman is his brother's treasure, and Seok-tae has been pushing him to be like Soo-Kyum. Ui-Gyeom tells Seok-tae that Ui-Gyeom loved the Walkman because the music could take him to a place without his father. Seok-tae is too stunned to speak. Ui-Gyeom continues and blames his brother's death on their mother and father. The following day, Yoon-ki takes Ui-Gyeom to deal with the third target, Pi Dao-yi. However, Dao-yi is aware of their vigilante tactics and is waiting for them. This time, Ui-Gyeom and Yoon-ki are overwhelmed. Dao-yi and his gang remove the red masks, and Dao-yi instantly recognises Yoon-ki. He asks if Yoon-ki is after them for revenge on Ji-Sung, who is in the hospital. Ui-Gyeom and Yoon-ki cannot hold on, so they decide to escape. Dao-yi and the gang chase after them. Seung-joon, doing deliveries at his part-time job, sees them being chased and gives them a ride. Ui-Gyeom is angry that Yoon-ki didn't tell him about the revenge. Also, his injuries are noticeable now, so he cannot go home. Ui-Gyeom asks Seung-joon to allow him to sleep over. Seung-Joon takes Ui-Gyeom to sleep at the boxing gym since he, too, cannot take him home, or his parents will be concerned. Ui-Gyeom realises that Seung-joon can talk, unlike his cold aura in school. Seung-joon tells him that he held the first position in boxing until he joined high school. He started hanging out with Hong-II and Seung-ki, getting into trouble, or else he would have been preparing for the Asian competition. Seung-Joon warns Ui-Gyeom about hanging out with Yoon-ki. He suggests that Ui-Gyeom put on his headphones, continue studying seriously like before, or decide to take up boxing instead of fighting. Ui-Gyeom ignores his parents' calls. He texts his father that he will spend the night at a friend's house and switches off his phone. Meanwhile, Nam-yeop, In-kyu, and Dao-yi report Yoon-ki's recent ambushes to Ki-soo. It turns out that the four of them were responsible for what happened to Ji-Sung, which landed him in the hospital and a coma for over two years. They want Ki-Soo to take care of Yoon-ki and Ui-Gyeom. Ki-soo asks Nam-Yeop to pay him more this time. The following day, Ki-soo arrives at school and enters Seung-ki's band room. He tortures a student, asking about Yoon-ki, but the student does not know him. Seung-ki and his crew arrive, and Ki-soo asks them to bring Yoon-ki to him. Seung-ki charges ahead as usual, but Ki-soo beats him up. At the end of the episode, one of the Seung-ki crew members calls Yoon-ki and Ui-Gyeom to the room. Ui-Gyeom wants to charge ahead and confront Ki-Soo as usual, but Yoon-ki asks him to stand back. Yoon-ki does not wish for Ui-Gyeom to be involved in his business with Ki-soo. The Episode Review Ui-Gyeom stands up to his father and mother. It is a turning point for his character since he finally vents years of suppressed pain, aggression, and all the pent-up emotions. He feels his parents were responsible for his brother's death as they constantly pressured him. The dynamics between Ui-Gyeom and Yoon-ki are slightly shaken when Ui-Gyeom realises that Yoon-ki lied about his real motives. Ui-Gyeom and Seung-joon get closer as Seung-joon tries to talk him out of getting into constant fights. Will their newfound closeness and Ji-sung's regaining consciousness affect the Ui-Gyeom and Yoon-ki's duo in the upcoming episodes? The threats to Ui-Gyeom and Yoon-ki escalate as Ki-soo and his clique come into the picture. Ki-soo's fighting is better compared to Ui-Gyeom and Yoon-ki. Will Yoon-ki fight him or ask for that favour that Geol-jae owes him? Previous Episode Next Episode
The Guardian
24-05-2025
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- The Guardian
Manchester United's leap from semi-failure to epic failure just feels right
Oh yes, Europe. Now you see it. Now you understand why we're harvesting your players, hoovering up your football culture, poaching your 27-year-old rollerblading hyper-nerd coaches. This is the spectacle we're creating over here on our island of trade and innovation. Behold our Europa League final, our Wednesday night field of the cloth of gold. Look on our works and … well, maybe go out for a sandwich instead. The all-English Europa League final has already taken some stick for not being a spectacle worthy of the occasion. Or at least, for looking like what it was: two muddled teams scrabbling for the last escape ladder. It would be normal at this stage to bring out the phrase about a pair of bald men fighting over a comb. But baldness at least has a pattern. Baldness is orderly. Baldness is noble. This was more like two men with bad, failing hair transplants fighting over an emergency toupée. But Wednesday night was also a significant outcome for English football generally. From a neutral perspective the correct bad team won. The good bad guys beat the bad bad guys. The people for whom this was the greatest moment of their supporting lives got to go berserk at the end, rather than a fanbase for whom this would always have been a consolation, a make-do after another lost season, like scraping the burnt top off a frazzled lasagne and grimly serving it up anyway. The second half was also a properly absorbing spectacle, if only because Manchester United had most of the ball and were forced to just exist out there in all that light, confused by the space, the angles, by the inflated sphere at their feet, a non-team applying itself earnestly to some incomprehensible task, like a labrador trying very hard to drive a steam engine. Tottenham are at least a well-run club. There is merit in their success. This is basically what Ineos would like to create. Small wage bill. Managed discontent. Big stadium that makes money. A modern football club has been called into being here, in contrast to the Glazer‑sphere, where just walking up to Old Trafford feels like the most grudgingly tolerated consumer experience, a place where some day soon they're going to start stopping you at the perimeter in order to pour water down your neck, steal your iPhone, laugh at your shoes. This will be no comfort to United's supporters, who will stage another protest against the ownership before Sunday's final home league game against Aston Villa. But more widely there is a reassuring sense of logic in Manchester United failing. This is what should happen right now. The people running the club do not deserve success. Failure suggests, at the very least, some sense of order in the universe. It speaks to meritocracy, to social mobility, to non-negotiable sporting standards. And yes, with all due apologies, it is also fantastically entertaining. This is the brand now: Epic Failure. Even the scroll of score-settling agent-sourced headlines after Wednesday's defeat were totally moreish. Amorim Curls Into Ball In Laundry Room as Showdown Talks Loom. Revealed: Hidden Message as Wantaway Ace Posts Cryptic Pic of Wheel of Cheese. Arrogant Ratcliffe 'Ate Entire Packet of Chewing Gum' in Front of Crying Nurse. There are just so many layers now. One of the best currently is the way United's players will improve, unarguably and dramatically, the moment they leave the club. Were the players always better than they looked? Does the act of leaving release its own high-performance endorphins? There must be some way of harnessing this. Perhaps United could hypnotise their players into believing they've already gone. No, you're at Sporting Gijón now. Everyone loves you. The climate is nice. Tell him he's Antony and send him back out there. And if playing for United really is the equivalent of running inside an oxygen chamber then the club should seek to monetise this, reposition itself as some kind of rehab or rest cure. Send us your sullen, underperforming stars. They'll absolutely hate it. They'll hate it so much they'll be back in six months playing like maniacs. Although of course strict controls are needed. If United's malaise really is a performance-enhancing drug, how many times can you leave and come back flaming with hater‑silencing energy before you turn into a fentanyl zombie? Obviously Ruben Amorim is still fascinating, still locked in a managerial reign marked by highly visual mini-eras. Amorim turned up swaggering about the place like the handsome, successful man in an advert for caffeine-powered shampoo. Within two weeks he was already fumbling through the press conference doors looking haunted and hollow-eyed, a hostage shuffled from safe house to safe house. Right now he can't stop talking about how much he very obviously wants to leave, one step away from 'I will literally pay money not to manage this team'. The queen had a code where she would place her handbag discreetly on the table as a sign to her handlers she wanted to leave a function. Amorim is basically standing out there on his touchline every game shadowed by his own giant handbag, hauling it out at himself at the start of every half, scanning the stands for the rescue squad. As a wise man once said, everyone has a plan until they get punched in the Manchester United. Amorim is still likely to survive all this. He'll go on and do well at Milan. He'll defeat an English team at the Club World Cup five years from now and you'll catch his eye, sigh a little, and say: 'Yeah, we used to have a scene, didn't we. You look good. You look … happy. You look… less visibly mad.' Sign up to Football Daily Kick off your evenings with the Guardian's take on the world of football after newsletter promotion For now his role is to highlight the deeply muddled nature of United's executive, the madness of appointing an evangelical systems coach with an ill-fitting squad and no budget for parts, of crashing the team, Liz Trussing an entire season rather than compromising the one sacred principle, the one red line he can never cross, which is, er, having wingbacks. There is a great deal more incidental comedy here. The vast payoffs. The hiring of a 67-year-old fitness coach. Asking Joshua Zirkzee to lead a press, a player so slow time seems to catch up with him as he runs (note: Zirkzee will, of course, be second top scorer in the Bundesliga two seasons from now). Losing in Bilbao speaks to all of this. It fits. It feels right. Nothing should ever be too big to fail, as United were during the ghost-ship years, when it didn't matter how badly you treated this thing, money still came pouring in through the portholes. It doesn't feel like that now. United have £113m annual losses. The newly roided-up Champions League has entirely left them behind. There is a sense for the first time that maybe some things really do get lost, that no mega-brand is an island. And really, this might be good for everyone. This club has semi-failed for long enough, still pumping out cash even as the Glazers shaved a little more of its mane every year. Maybe it needs to fail properly, to fail in a way that might finally hurt those who actually own it, not just those who will follow it wherever it goes. It is self-evident that nothing really good can happen here until the Glazers are dislodged. It will take plenty of macro-turmoil before United finally becomes too cold to carry, not to mention a stream of sustained, cleansing failure along the way. If we're clutching at straws, there does at least seem to be no shortage of that coming down the pipe.
