Chapter 659 - 124: Treble! A New Beginning! Wang Shuo, the World’s Best! Wenger, Are You Kidding Me?
Even in Messi’s home country of Argentina, the Ole Newspaper commented after the match.
"Messi is undoubtedly the best player in world football today, but this night at Wembley Stadium belonged to Wang Shuo!"
Brazil’s Lance Sports Daily was even more direct. "At Wembley Stadium, it was as if the spirit of a peak Ronaldo had possessed Wang Shuo!"
And in Wang Shuo’s home country, the media reports and fan discussions were even more numerous.
Even the most authoritative news agency published a story on its front page.
The headline read: The Best Wang Shuo, The Most Deserving Champion!
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Upon returning to Dortmund from London, the team immediately held a massive victory parade.
This parade far surpassed last season’s in terms of attendance, scale, and influence.
The three glittering championship trophies—the Bundesliga, DFB-Pokal, and Champions League—were displayed on the bus, filling every Dortmund player with immense pride and delighting the fans throughout the city.
Countless fans who had traveled from afar even spontaneously joined Dortmund’s celebratory procession.
The procession, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, wound its way majestically northward from Westfalen Stadium.
By the time the procession reached Borsigplatz, night had already fallen.
A series of spectacular victory celebrations kicked off at the square.
The club’s senior management, coaches, and players all took turns going up to say a few words. The atmosphere was electric, and the fans were incredibly passionate.
After the event at Borsigplatz concluded, the team organized a grand victory banquet.
In attendance were not only the club’s senior management, coaches, players, and staff, but also dignitaries from various levels of government.
But something interesting happened. Whether on the way to Borsigplatz, upon arrival, or during the subsequent banquet, many people tried to persuade Wang Shuo to stay.
This included club legends like Lars Ricken and Sommer, as well as officials from the German Football Association and government, all of whom urged Wang Shuo to stay in the Bundesliga for another season or two and leave only after he had matured further.
However, not a single member of Dortmund’s senior management tried to convince him to stay.
Laubal, Watzke, Zorc, and the others were all very polite to Wang Shuo. Their conduct was impeccable, both in public and in private.
But they never explicitly asked him to stay.
This essentially confirmed Wang Shuo’s earlier suspicions.
The day after the victory parade, in Wang Shuo’s private office, Thomas Essien and Shen Qinghe brought him the latest news.
"I’ve received solid intelligence. Dortmund has put out feelers to several major clubs through multiple agents, stating that any team that offers 60 million euros and gets your approval can sign you from Dortmund!"
This wasn’t a hard sell.
Given Wang Shuo’s current prestige and status, there was no need to shop him around.
Dortmund only needed to leak the information through agents, as they were doing now, and those agents and the teams coveting Wang Shuo would swarm like sharks that had smelled blood.
"Does that include Bayern?" Shen Qinghe asked curiously.
"Yes, it includes Bayern!" Thomas Essien nodded.
This was actually a very interesting aspect of the Bundesliga.
Dortmund wasn’t worried about its players transferring to Bayern.
"Also, I have reliable information that Reus, Götze, Gundogan, Sven Bender, Hummels, Subotic, Schmelzer, and others are all preparing to sign contract extensions."
"What about Shahin?" Wang Shuo asked.
"The previous talks fell through, so they’ve probably given up on him. Besides, it seems Shahin has been in frequent contact with Real Madrid."
Gundogan’s performance this season had been truly outstanding. Especially after Shahin’s injury, although he made some mistakes, he generally filled the void left by Shahin’s absence.
Under these circumstances, selling Shahin didn’t seem like a difficult decision.
After all, that was Real Madrid!
To be honest, if Real Madrid didn’t have Ronaldo and extended an olive branch to Wang Shuo, he wouldn’t be able to refuse either!
"It seems Dortmund has already made its decision," Shen Qinghe said, looking at Wang Shuo.
Wang Shuo nodded. ’Fortunately, the choice is in my hands now.’
If Wang Shuo really didn’t want to leave, Dortmund couldn’t force him out.
After all, no one had burned any bridges. Everything was just probing and hinting.
But there was no need for that.
Parting ways now was a good thing for both sides.
In the future, after he retired, Wang Shuo would be a Dortmund legend. He could occasionally give interviews to reporters or appear on television, offering guidance to the younger generation. ’That wouldn’t be so bad.’
"Which teams have contacted you so far?"
"Quite a few. From the Premier League, there’s Chelsea, Manchester United, Manchester City, and Arsenal, but not Liverpool."
"From La Liga, both Real Madrid and Barça have been in touch. There’s also been some minor contact from Juventus in Serie A."
Liverpool was already dirt-poor. After selling Torres, they used the money they got to sign Suarez and Carroll.
How could they possibly have the money to go after Wang Shuo now?
Don’t be fooled by Wang Shuo’s 60-million-euro release clause. What was the reality?
To convince Wang Shuo to join, did they think he would go without a hefty signing bonus?
This wasn’t a question of being greedy or not.
This was what Wang Shuo deserved.
If you don’t take it, you’re an idiot. The club won’t be grateful; they’ll just think you’re a pushover!
To put it bluntly, you have to make the clubs grovel!
Any player who kisses up to their club usually doesn’t end up well.