The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

They were the ones who built the legend of Bayern!

They brought Bayern up from the 2nd Bundesliga to the Bundesliga and forged them into the most dominant powerhouse in the league’s history!

Gerd Müller didn’t just score goals in droves; he won every single final he ever played in!

He was the very definition of a goalscorer!

Like Beckenbauer, he was a spiritual leader for Bayern!

But now, that banner of leadership had been utterly shattered!

The match on the pitch had also been lost, 1-4.

All the Bayern fans were incredibly dejected.

"This isn’t the end. It’s a new beginning!"

Just as a hush fell over the crowd, a white-haired old man suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence.

Everyone turned toward the voice. The old man was wearing a red-and-white striped jersey, but it was quite different from everyone else’s Bayern shirt. It looked very old, the style was vintage, and the Bayern crest on it wasn’t the same as the modern one.

"Sir, what do you mean by that?" someone stood up and asked.

"Exactly what I said," the white-haired man said faintly.

Everyone looked at him, surprised.

"You didn’t live through those years, so you don’t understand."

"In ’65, when we were promoted from the 2nd Bundesliga to the Bundesliga, our results in the first few years were far from ideal. It was especially miserable when we faced Dortmund."

At this, the old man let out a chuckle as he looked at everyone.

"Surprising, isn’t it? The rivalry between our two clubs goes back much further than you think."

Everyone was quite astonished, clearly unaware of this history.

"I still remember it clearly. In our first season after being promoted to the Bundesliga, we played Dortmund twice and lost 0-2 and 0-3. We were utterly crushed!"

"The second season, we won 1-0 at home but lost 0-4 away. Another brutal loss."

"The third season was even worse. We lost 3-6 away. That must be one of the worst defeats in our club’s history."

"Oh, right. That season we also lost 3-7 away to Nuremberg."

As the old man said this, a strange light flickered in his eyes.

"But after that 3-6 loss, we never lost to Dortmund again for the next several seasons. And in the season Gerd Müller scored 40 goals, we handed our rivals a truly, truly humiliating record."

"The stadium back then was still the Municipal Green Forest Street Stadium. We defeated the visiting Dortmund 11-1."

"That wasn’t just the most painful defeat in Dortmund’s history, it was also one of the largest margins of victory in Bundesliga history!"

Hearing this, everyone gasped.

11-1?

Isn’t that just absurd?

"In that match, Hennes scored a brace and had an assist. Beckenbauer got two assists and a goal. And Gerd Müller not only got an assist, but he also scored four goals himself."

When they heard this, the crowd felt an urge to slam the table and cheer.

That’s so damn awesome!

They wished they had been born in the sixties and seventies to witness the rise of this legend with their own eyes!

"We at Bayern weren’t born kings!" the old man said, looking at the young fans before him.

"We also climbed our way up from the 2nd Bundesliga, step by step. We faced countless difficulties and challenges. On our path to the top, we had countless outstanding players and coaches."

"Every painful blow, every crushing defeat, every collapse—we turned them all into a new beginning!"

"So, what does this one loss at the Allianz Arena matter?"

"So what if Wang Shuo broke Gerd Müller’s record?"

"We have to believe that we, Bayern, can win back everything we lost today!"

"Back then, when we weren’t strong enough, we still managed to do it. Today, we are so much stronger, so we can definitely do it again!"

"Lost the league? Then we’ll win it back in the DFB-Pokal semifinal!"

Hearing the old man’s words, everyone in the bar began to feel their spirits lift.

Who could argue with that?

However we lost is how we’ll win it back!

"Sir, how do you know so much about that period of history?" someone asked curiously.

The old man chuckled, his eyes filled with nostalgia. "Because in all those years, I never missed a single Bayern match."

"For that 11-1 match, I was right there in the Municipal Green Forest Street Stadium!"

A collective gasp of surprise went through the crowd.

So he was a veteran Bayern fan, through and through.

"Remember this: for decades, Bayern’s throne has never lacked for challengers."

"A true king needs the perfect enemy!"

"Just like Wang Shuo today!"

After speaking, the old man waved to the crowd and turned, drifting away.

He was very old, and he walked very slowly.

But everyone in the bar stood motionless, watching him leave with solemn respect.

Until he disappeared from sight.

...

"Van Gaal made a change, just as expected!"

「The evening of March 2nd.」

In the visitors’ locker room at the Munich Allianz Arena, Klopp forcefully slapped the tactics board behind him, getting the attention of all the Dortmund players.

"Badstuber, who played in the Bundesliga match last weekend, has been replaced by the young Brazilian, Bruno."

Badstuber’s strengths are his ability to receive the ball and distribute it from the backfield.

But in his several encounters with Dortmund, he has failed to contain Wang Shuo.

Clearly, Van Gaal’s intention is to change his strategy for marking Wang Shuo by making this substitution.

But Schweinsteiger is still in the starting lineup.