The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

If Shahin were to take it, he’d probably cross it into the box for a header.

"I’ll take it!" Wang Shuo said decisively.

As he spoke, he clapped Reus hard on the shoulder.

"You got an ’assist’ in the first leg, so I’ll let you get an assist in the second leg too!"

Wang Shuo’s words had reopened a raw wound. Reus immediately shot back with a resentful threat, "If you miss this, you’ll have me to answer to!"

Wang Shuo raised his right fist, radiating confidence as if to tell him to just watch.

He walked over, placed the ball, and then slowly backed away.

Shahin stood on the other side, serving as a decoy for Wang Shuo.

With one on the left and one on the right, both were in a perfect position to strike the ball.

"Stamford Bridge Stadium has fallen into a brief silence."

"Both Wang Shuo and Shahin are quite skilled at free kicks, with Shahin being a left-footed player."

"Wang Shuo is very special. He’s one of those extremely rare masters of the free kick who is proficient with both feet."

"This time, he’ll likely be taking it with his right foot."

"But we see that Sven Bender has also come up, so we can’t rule out the possibility of Shahin making a direct pass."

"Let’s see how Dortmund handles this."

Once Chelsea had set up their wall, the referee slowly backed away and blew the whistle, signaling for the kick to be taken.

Shahin and Wang Shuo exchanged a glance, then began their quick run-up.

Wang Shuo was a fraction slower but started his run as well.

When Shahin reached the ball, he ran straight past it, not making contact.

Wang Shuo then accelerated, planted his left foot firmly, and struck a curling shot with his right.

The ball flew off Wang Shuo’s right foot, tracing a phantom-like arc. It swiftly cleared the heads of the jumping Chelsea wall and then dipped sharply.

As one of the world’s former top goalkeepers, Cech always wore a protective cap ever since his head injury.

Moreover, his judgment was often flawed, especially when dealing with high balls, making him prone to errors.

When he saw Wang Shuo’s free kick clear the top of the wall, he began to judge its trajectory and quickly moved to reposition himself.

His reaction was a bit slow.

By the time he dove sideways, his arm couldn’t reach the ball.

Wang Shuo’s shot practically grazed his fingertips as it flew into the right side of Chelsea’s goal.

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!"

"It’s in!!!"

"Just 36 seconds into the match!"

"Who would have thought?"

"Just 36 seconds in, Dortmund is the first to breach Chelsea’s goal!"

"Wang Shuo has broken Altafini’s historic record!"

"Talk about a blitz!"

"Dortmund just taught everyone a lesson!"

After scoring, an ecstatic Wang Shuo turned and ran off the pitch, waving nonstop for Reus to join him.

That was his 15th Champions League goal!

Absolutely brilliant!

Reus quickly chased after him and threw his arms around Wang Shuo in excitement.

The two of them cheered and celebrated the goal on the sideline.

Wang Shuo noticed the camera was on him, and he immediately pointed a finger at Reus.

"We can see Wang Shuo telling the whole world that he wants to dedicate this goal to his teammate, Reus."

"In the first leg between these two teams, Reus made a critical error, ’assisting’ a Chelsea goal."

"Now, Wang Shuo is helping Reus make up for that mistake."

"The score is 1-0, making it 4-1 on aggregate!"

"Dortmund has also secured a precious away goal!"

The live broadcast also cut to the sideline, where Ancelotti stood with a deeply furrowed brow, clearly unhappy with this start.

’Conceding a goal in just 36 seconds!’

’How are we supposed to play this match now?’

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As Dortmund finished their celebration and headed back, Wang Shuo and all his teammates reached another consensus.

Keep attacking!

They had agreed on five minutes, and they had to press the advantage in one go!

More importantly, in the first leg, Chelsea had given Dortmund a rude awakening at Westfalen Stadium.

Now, here at Stamford Bridge Stadium, Dortmund was determined to return the favor.

At the very least, they wanted to give Chelsea a taste of what it felt like to be blitzed on their own home turf.

So, after the match restarted, Dortmund continued to press forward with a full-blown attack.

And this time, it was Chelsea who were thrown into disarray.

The Blue Army’s players, despite playing at home, were truly stunned.

They had spent a long time meticulously preparing before the match, even almost suffering an upset at home against the bottom-ranked Wigan Athletic in the process.

But they never expected their week-long plan for a home comeback to be shattered by Dortmund in less than a minute.

Not only had they conceded, but their away-goal advantage was also gone.

’What now?’

Chelsea had to score three goals!

’No other choice. We have to attack!’

But as Chelsea prepared to kick off and launch a counterattack, Dortmund seized the opportunity to hit them with a high press.

Dortmund’s high press was truly terrifying!

The pressure was suffocating!

This season, Chelsea was considered one of the better passing and possession teams in the Premier League, but under Dortmund’s high press, they were riddled with errors and couldn’t even organize a single decent attack.

It wasn’t until the 7th minute that Chelsea finally got a chance, sending the ball out to Malouda on the left. He tried to cross it into the box to find Torres, but Subotic got there first and headed it clear.

After that, the match once again fell into the pattern of Dortmund’s relentless high press.

"It’s almost been eight minutes."