The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

It would be better to exploit the psychological burden of their yellow cards; targeting them specifically would make it easier to find a breakthrough.

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In the 79th minute of the match, after weathering Barça's relentless attacks, Dortmund finally seized an opportunity.

Gundogan sent a through ball into the space behind the defense, and Wang Shuo burst forward, chasing after it.

Just as he caught up to the ball and was about to knock it forward for a long run, Alves came flying in from the side with a sliding tackle, taking down both Wang Shuo and the ball.

This sparked furious protests from the Dortmund fans in the stands.

The Bumblebee players swarmed the referee, angrily protesting that Alves's challenge was too aggressive.

But the Barça players quickly retaliated, and the two sides even got into a heated argument, causing a temporary stop in play.

In the end, Caser gave Alves a yellow card and awarded Dortmund a free kick in the attacking half.

It was too far out and too central.

Gundogan took it, but Subotic couldn't get a clean header on it in the box, sending the ball high over the bar.

Barça launched a quick counterattack.

In the 82nd minute, Messi received the ball centrally outside the box, shook off Santana, and slid a through ball forward.

Pedro made a diagonal run into the right side of the penalty area and unleashed a furious shot, but the ball hit the side netting.

Countless fans in the stands thought it was a goal.

It turned out to be a false alarm.

But Barça's attacks were growing more and more ferocious.

This was especially true in the 85th minute, when Iniesta and Harvey executed a one-two in midfield before Harvey sent a through ball to Messi. Receiving the pass, Messi broke into the box and took a shot.

At the critical moment, Subotic threw himself in front of the shot, managing to block Messi's attempt with his body.

The Argentine chased the rebound for a second attempt, but his shot went wide.

"Both sides are desperately trying to create chances."

"But even now, as the 90 minutes of regulation time enter their closing stages, neither team has managed to create a clear-cut opportunity!"

"You have to say, Dortmund are being incredibly resilient."

"We can see Barça are still patiently passing the ball in the final third."

"So far in this match, Barça's possession has reached 67%, a full double of Dortmund's."

"But the chances they've created are roughly equal. Dortmund now has 9 shots, while Barça has 10. Both teams have 4 shots on target and 2 goals each."

"If they can't find an effective way to attack soon, this match will very likely go into extra time, or even a brutal penalty shootout."

Time ticked away, second by second.

Barça's area of possession kept creeping forward.

Dortmund's defensive line was forced to retreat again and again.

The situation was growing more and more dire.

Even Wang Shuo had to frequently drop back to help out in the midfield.

Even Hummels had retreated into the center-back area, and Gundogan had fallen back to the defensive midfield line.

Leaving Wang Shuo alone up front was essentially pointless.

At a time like this, protecting the goal and stabilizing the defense was the top priority!

Fortunately, after the 85-minute mark, [Domain Skill: Reverser] activated!

Wang Shuo ran even more, and with more intensity.

He even received a yellow card for an overly aggressive challenge while defending against Busquets.

From the 87th minute onward, it became even harder for Dortmund to get a touch on the ball.

Barça pinned Dortmund inside their 30-meter zone, passing endlessly, pulling the defense out of shape, constantly trying to penetrate...

Every single Dortmund player was exhausted.

Klopp still had one substitution left, which he was clearly saving for extra time.

If he used it too early, what would happen if someone got injured in extra time?

Guardiola hadn't made any substitutions either, obviously also waiting for extra time.

Only Wang Shuo!

He was still running nonstop.

Like a vigilant hound that refused to give up the chase.

Klopp, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but nod in approval.

"He told me he could run for 120 minutes!"

And then, in the 89th minute, just as the clock was about to tick over to 90 and the fourth official raised the board showing three minutes of stoppage time, the ball was passed back from Messi to Harvey.

Wang Shuo immediately charged toward Harvey at top speed.

Seeing Wang Shuo rush him, the Barça midfielder immediately turned his back to shield the ball.

The moment Harvey turned, Wang Shuo's [Eagle Eye] instantly captured every detail of his movement.

[First Move] quickly made a prediction.

'He wants to pass to Busquets in the center!'

A flash of [Spiritual Light] went off in Wang Shuo's mind, and he preemptively dashed toward Harvey's right side.

Completely stunned that Wang Shuo had anticipated his passing lane, Harvey hurriedly pulled the ball back.

But with his back to Wang Shuo, he didn't notice that after the initial feint that startled him, Wang Shuo immediately changed direction and lunged toward his left.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Wang Shuo's movements were too fast!

By the time Harvey realized something was wrong, the ball had already left his foot.

And in the next instant, Wang Shuo's left foot shot out, intercepting the pass intended for Alves on the right flank and poking it forward.

After the interception, he pushed off with all his might. The power in his muscles gathered and then exploded—it was [Domain Skill: Blasters] again! He shot forward at the absolute limit of his physical speed, bursting past the defensive line of Alves and Harvey.

"Wang Shuo with the successful interception at midfield!"

The entire Wembley Stadium erupted in an instant!

After breaking free, Wang Shuo crossed the halfway line in a flash. He poked the ball past Mascherano just before the defender could reach it, then accelerated to chase it down. Another [Domain Skill: Blasters]!

When this Domain Skill was used here, his explosive power was pushed to its absolute peak.

"A beautiful knock-on!"

"Wang Shuo!"

"My God, at this stage of the game, he can still sprint like that!"

"It's simply unbelievable!"

Wang Shuo left Mascherano in his dust, caught up to the ball, and charged into Barça's 30-meter zone.

Facing Pique, who had tracked back in time, Wang Shuo continued to surge forward with the ball.

After using [Domain Skill: Blasters] twice in a row, Wang Shuo could feel his legs screaming, pushed to their very limit.

'But it's come to this.'

'The Champions League is right in front of me!'

'Not even God himself can stop me now!'

'Even if it means crippling my legs, I will put this ball into Barça's goal!'

Gritting his teeth, Wang Shuo charged at Pique with the ball, his speed not dropping in the slightest, catching the Barça center-back completely off guard.

Pique couldn't believe that, 90 minutes into the game, Wang Shuo could still be this fast.

And to maintain it over such a long distance!

By the time Wang Shuo was right on top of him, the Barça defender had no more room to retreat.

Seeing Wang Shuo step out with his right foot and dip his right shoulder, Pique shifted his weight almost reflexively, preparing to block.

But in the next instant, Wang Shuo chopped the ball back to his left foot.

[Domain Skill: Hunter] activated!

As Wang Shuo pushed off, he could feel a distinct, sharp pain in his legs, something he had never experienced before.

But at this moment, he couldn't afford to care.

An explosive start!

He burst past Pique and carried the ball into Barça's penalty area.

"He's beaten another one!"

"It's a one-on-one!"

"Can Wang Shuo create a miracle?"

Facing the onrushing Valdes, Wang Shuo didn't hesitate for a second. Forcing himself to ignore the searing pain in his legs, he performed a skillful Swing Pass to completely wrong-foot the goalkeeper. He chased the ball down, brought it right to the goal line, and tapped it into the empty net.

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!"

"In the final moment of the match, in the 90th minute, Wang Shuo wins the ball himself, goes on a solo run, beats several Barça players, rounds the goalkeeper, and taps it into the empty net!"

"3-2!"

"Wang Shuo has completed his hat-trick!"

"A magnificent goal from the Chinese striker!"

"The spirits of Puskás, Di Stefano, and Pierino Prati have possessed him in this moment!"

"After more than forty years, a hat-trick has finally been scored in a Champions League final again!"

"From the striker from China, Wang Shuo!"

In that instant, the entire stadium erupted into a frenzy of cheers and screams!

The passion of the Dortmund fans completely drowned out the anguished cries of the Barça supporters.

And down on the pitch, Wang Shuo, Pique, and Valdes all collapsed to the ground.

Valdes had been thrown to the ground by the Swing Pass, but he quickly got back to his feet.

Pique, however, had a look of agony on his face, clearly in considerable pain.

Wang Shuo was cramping up.