The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

Just then, the Hungarian referee, Caser, blew the final whistle.

Barça had launched a frenzied assault in the final moments, but they still couldn’t breach Dortmund’s goal.

Final score: 3-2!

"And what’s more, a LeBron James who won an NBA Finals championship and was named the MVP!"

When Josh Kroenke heard this, his eyes immediately lit up.

As the man in charge of the NBA team, the Denver Nuggets, he knew exactly what a 20-year-old capable of winning an NBA Finals championship and being named MVP—a young LeBron James—would be worth.

He knew it all too well!

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In the final minutes of the match, all the Dortmund fans rose from their seats, loudly singing their team anthem.

Then came the familiar strains of "You’ll Never Walk Alone."

Finally, a massive chorus of "We Are the Champions" swept through the entirety of Wembley Stadium.

These amazing fans were fueling the Dortmund players on the pitch with their passion.

The moment the Hungarian referee, Caser, blew the final whistle, the whole of Wembley Stadium was filled with the cheers and roars of the Dortmund supporters.

On the sidelines, Klopp was the first one to charge onto the pitch.

His passionate roar, his wild full beard, and the way he pumped his fists as he ran all conveyed his inner passion and exhilaration to everyone watching.

Dortmund’s players, coaches, and staff also swarmed the pitch, charging toward the players on the field with wild abandon, cheering nonstop.

On the pitch, Wang Shuo also clenched his fists tightly, yelling and roaring at his teammates around him, unleashing his elation.

When Klopp charged toward him, Wang Shuo threw his arms wide and lifted Uncle Mustache right into the air.

It was a testament to his strength that this time, when Klopp lunged at him, he didn’t get tackled to the ground. Instead, Wang Shuo caught him and lifted him up.

"The match is over!"

"Let’s congratulate Dortmund! Congratulations to Klopp and his players!"

"And we have to give a special congratulations to Wang Shuo!"

"In tonight’s Champions League final, Wang Shuo’s spectacular hat-trick not only helped Dortmund clinch this season’s Champions League title, but also treated us all to a magnificent feast of football!"

"On this young Dortmund squad, 20-year-old Wang Shuo is the undisputed ace."p>"I’m sure that after his performance in tonight’s Champions League final, more and more clubs will be re-evaluating Wang Shuo’s worth."

"Just as many media outlets predicted before the match, Dortmund may not be able to hold on to Wang Shuo!"

"But regardless, tonight’s match and Dortmund’s second Champions League trophy in club history are more than enough to make Wang Shuo one of the hottest superstars in world football today!"

"And by winning this Champions League title, Dortmund has also become the first team in the history of German football to achieve the treble!"

"This is destined to be a match for the history books!"

"Klopp, Wang Shuo, and this Dortmund team are also destined to go down in history!"

"Especially Wang Shuo!"

"In the Champions League semifinals, he led Dortmund to victory over Ronaldo’s Real Madrid; in tonight’s final, he defeated a Messi-led Barça with a hat-trick."

"Without a doubt, Wang Shuo is using his incredible performance to prove to the entire world that he is the best player on the planet—and not just one of the best!"

As Dortmund celebrated wildly, the stadium announcer made an official declaration.

Wang Shuo, who had scored a hat-trick, was named the MVP of tonight’s Champions League final!

All the Dortmund players rushed over, swarming around Wang Shuo in the center of a tight circle.

Meanwhile, in the stands, the Dortmund fans were frantically chanting Wang Shuo’s name.

In the stands of Wembley Stadium, the awards podium was being hastily set up.

Once the initial rush of his championship victory began to subside, Wang Shuo saw Messi standing dejectedly near the center circle and walked over with a smile.

"How come I don’t see you in a T-shirt?" Wang Shuo asked with a chuckle.

In truth, neither of them took the bet very seriously.

At their level, the process was more important than the result.

The bet was more of a way to motivate and push each other.

"You want me to wear it now?" Messi managed a wry smile.

"Of course. It’s not just me who wants to see it; the fans all over the world do too. And we’re still on a live broadcast."

"In your dreams!" Messi retorted with a laugh.

"We just agreed that I’d wear it, but we never said when. I’ll put it on when I get home and just send you a picture."

"I knew you were a slippery one. Was this your plan all along?" Wang Shuo wasn’t bothered.

Messi sighed. "I didn’t think we were going to lose, so I didn’t even bring a white T-shirt."

"What a coincidence. Me neither," Wang Shuo said, bursting into laughter.

The two of them high-fived and then shared a hug.

"Congratulations, Wang. You deserved this victory."

"Thank you, Rio!"

After they separated, Messi looked at Wang Shuo intently. "I hear you want to go to the Premier League?"

"Who said that? That’s news to me."

Messi just smiled. "Dortmund and the Bundesliga won’t be able to keep you!"

Wang Shuo fell silent.

’He knew it was true.’

’To be honest, unless Wang Shuo had no demands, Dortmund would be more than happy to sell him.’

’Why?’

’It was simple. Was it time for a contract renewal?’

’And after renewal, would he get a raise?’