The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

"Get back! Get back!"

Wang Shuo yelled at his teammates to hurry back and get ready for the kickoff.

After reaching the center circle and placing the ball down, Wang Shuo immediately backed away.

Soon, Dortmund was in position, ready for anything.

"Lads, it’s the last few minutes! We still have a chance! Don’t give up!" Wang Shuo shouted.

"Yeah!"

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So far this season, Dortmund had competed on three fronts. If you included the German Super Cup and the UEFA Super Cup, that made it five.

And they remained undefeated in all of them!

For many teams, this might have been immense psychological pressure and a heavy burden.

But for Dortmund’s group of young talents, it was also a rare source of motivation!

This record pushed them to constantly strive for more, making them fearless in the face of any challenge.

They were at that invincible age of youth. There was nothing to fear!

More importantly, they had an unstoppable leader.

Wang Shuo!

And now, spurred on by Wang Shuo’s call, they pressed Real Madrid with a mad frenzy.

Especially Wang Shuo.

After the 85th minute, he activated [Domain Skill: Reverser], running with a frantic, reckless abandon for his stamina.

Driven by his example, every Dortmund player, despite their immense fatigue, gritted their teeth and desperately held on.

Mourinho, on the other hand, was on the sidelines, constantly shouting at his players, signaling for them to push up and not just defend!

That was too dangerous!

In the 86th minute, Mourinho even used his final substitution.

Albiol came on for Mesut.

With that, Real Madrid shifted to a 4-3-3 formation.

This was the same tactic they used against Barça.

Dortmund, for their part, made no changes.

Klopp was clearly aware that with the squad he had, who could he bring on to make a difference?

If the lineup currently on the pitch couldn’t take down Real Madrid, then no substitution would matter!

The Bumblebee players pressured Real Madrid like men possessed.

Real Madrid desperately fought back against Dortmund’s high press.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Soon it was the 89th minute, then the 90th.

Then came stoppage time.

Dortmund had nearly every player pinning Real Madrid in their own half, pressing relentlessly and constantly searching for an opening.

Even Ronaldo had to track back and help defend.

In the 92nd minute, Real Madrid hoofed a long clearance, trying to get the ball upfield.

But as Ronaldo gave chase, Weidenfeller rushed out of his penalty area and booted the ball back up the pitch.

Albiol had already positioned himself and headed it down.

Gundogan charged forward, clashing fiercely with Khedira for the ball.

The two collided solidly, and both fell to the ground.

The ball bounced into no-man’s-land.

Just then, a yellow flash of lightning appeared.

Beating Benzema to it, Wang Shuo brought the ball under control with one touch and immediately started to run with it.

He burst into a full-speed sprint from the get-go, shrugging off Benzema’s attempt to pull him back from behind.

The French striker had tried to stop Wang Shuo with a foul.

"Stop him!" Mourinho yelled from the sidelines, sensing danger.

Khedira charged toward Wang Shuo like a rampaging dump truck.

He was prepared to commit a foul if it meant stopping Wang Shuo.

But Wang Shuo was incredibly fast. He gently pushed the ball outward with the outside of his right foot, feinting a powerful run down the wing. Khedira immediately shifted his weight to counter.

But in that instant, Wang Shuo suddenly snapped the ball back with his right foot.

"An elastico!"

With a skillful and impossibly quick move, he left Khedira for dead, then exploded forward, bursting past Khedira’s defensive zone at top speed.

But Real Madrid’s defense was incredibly tight.

Just as he got past Khedira, Pepe and Ramos were already there to block his path.

Real Madrid’s two center-backs were like a pair of slowly closing iron gates.

They were ready to weld shut Wang Shuo’s only path to the goal.

Wang Shuo watched their every move.

He still remembered clearly how, two years ago, it was Ramos and Pepe who had shut him down so completely he couldn’t do a thing.

But now, he wasn’t the same person he was two years ago.

’No space!’

’Then I’ll create my own space.’

Wang Shuo suddenly accelerated, knocking the ball far ahead of him toward the outside, charging directly at Ramos’s flank.

The instant he baited Ramos into a full-speed retreat, Wang Shuo suddenly cut the ball with his left foot, stopped on a dime, and sliced inside. After shaking off Ramos, he took a series of quick, small steps, dribbling diagonally toward the nearby Pepe.

Facing the aggressive Pepe who was rushing over to defend, Wang Shuo used a series of upper-body feints to confuse his opponent. Then, with lightning-fast feet, he spotted a tiny gap and gently poked the ball with the tip of his boot.

The ball went straight through Pepe’s legs.

Wang Shuo, moving like an agile cat, quickly went around Pepe, bursting into a sprint to chase the ball into the penalty area.

"A beautiful nutmeg, and he’s past him!"

"He’s beaten three men!"

By the time Wang Shuo caught up to the ball at the penalty spot inside the box, Casillas had already rushed out of his six-yard box.

He had no time and no angle to shoot at the goal!

But after catching up to it, Wang Shuo continued to move left, leaning his body in that direction as if he was about to force his way through a gap on that side.

After planting his right foot, he even swung his left leg back as if to shoot.

The realistic feint gave the hastily-reacting Casillas no time to think. He instantly dove to Wang Shuo’s left to block the shot from his left foot.

But in that same instant, Wang Shuo’s left foot changed its motion from a shot to a chop, pulling the ball back to his right.

For a split second, a despairing Casillas was completely stunned.

His eyes filled with disbelief.

The next moment, Wang Shuo quickly caught up to the ball and hit a push-shot with a short backswing of his right foot.

The backswing was small, but the shot was powerful.

The ball rocketed into the unguarded Real Madrid goal.

Alvaro Arbeloa tried to rush to the goal line to clear it, but he was too late.

Amid everyone’s incredulous stares, Wang Shuo let out a massive roar, turned, and ran off the pitch.

In that moment, it was as if someone had hit the mute button on the vast Bernabéu.

All the cheers, the shouts... they all vanished.

All that remained was Wang Shuo’s furious roar.

And the sound of the football spinning and rustling against the net.

At this moment, they hadn’t even clearly seen how Wang Shuo had broken through three of Real Madrid’s defenders to score.

Their only feeling was shock!

Fucking incredible!

Losing himself in the moment, Wang Shuo sprinted madly off the pitch and straight toward the section of traveling Dortmund fans. He leaped high into the air and pumped his fist!

The frustration that had been weighing on his heart for two years was finally released!