The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

As Wang Shuo’s Dortmund teammates rushed over to him, Barça’s medical team, waved on by referee Caser, also entered the pitch and ran toward center-back Pique.

Wang Shuo’s problem, however, was minor.

A cramp!

Since coming to Germany and acquiring the Ball God System, this was the first time Wang Shuo had ever gotten a cramp.

’This long-lost feeling is actually not bad!’

’At the very least, it clearly shows me where my limits are.’

During a single long-distance sprint, he had consecutively used [Domain Skills: Blasters] twice, [Domain Skills: Hunter] once, and a Swing Pass...

And the key thing was, before all that, he had already been playing for 90 minutes...

’Most importantly, I feel like I must have run over 15 kilometers tonight.’

Because at halftime, he had already run a full 8 kilometers.

Normally, a player runs a bit less in the second half, but Wang Shuo hadn’t run any less in this one.

’This has to be the match where I’ve run the most in my entire career!’

After his teammates helped him relieve the cramp, Wang Shuo got up, stretched a bit on the spot, and confirmed there was no major issue.

It was just some soreness from overexertion, which was normal. It would be fine after a day or two of rest.

’Uh, no, wait. With the buff from [Breathing], it’ll probably be fine by the time the match ends.’

But Pique...

’Why are they bringing out a stretcher?’

Wang Shuo saw Pique lying on the ground, clutching a certain crucial area with both hands...

Uh, my mistake. To be precise, it was the sides of that crucial area.

As they were lifting him onto the stretcher, his leg moved, and the pain looked excruciating.

The sight made Wang Shuo and the others flinch in sympathy.

"How could he be so careless? Where’d he get hurt?"

Wang Shuo had also fallen just now, so he didn’t get a clear look.

"He did the splits."

"Didn’t he do that once already?"

"He did it again."

Wang Shuo hissed. That was some serious dedication.

"A good, dedicated player!"

The surrounding Dortmund players all nodded, agreeing with Wang Shuo’s assessment.

It was just a bit tragic.

"Doing the splits shouldn’t hurt... *there*, right?" Grosskreutz asked out of the blue.

Everyone immediately shot the guy a strange look.

’What kind of person thinks about it from that angle?’

"Why are you all looking at me like that? As a man, isn’t it normal for me to think about it from this angle?" Grosskreutz retorted defiantly.

The bastard’s gaze even darted furtively to everyone’s crotches, sending a chill through their loins.

"Normally speaking, doing the splits shouldn’t mess with your balls, unless you land on them, or there’s a bump on the ground or something..." Wang Shuo discussed with a straight face.

But as they talked, everyone suddenly started to feel sorry for Pique.

"Poor guy!"

"I hope it doesn’t affect his ability to have kids in the future."

"It’s probably nothing. And if worse comes to worst, he can get it treated. Modern medicine is so advanced."

"Barça will definitely cover it. He’s not even married yet."

"I think Shakira is in the stands."

"Yeah, we’ll find out by keeping an eye on his love life. If *that thing* is injured, they’ll definitely break up."

"Wang, you’ve got some bad luck, getting hated on like that."

Wang Shuo was dumbfounded as he listened.

’Hold on, in the short time it took for the stretcher to come on and carry him off, how did the plot escalate so quickly?’

’We were just talking about him doing the splits, which progressed to busting his balls, and now we’re on to his fertility and love life?’

As Pique was carried off the field on a stretcher, Guardiola finally made his first substitution.

Puyol came on for Pique.

He still had two substitutions left, but Guardiola made no further moves.

After the substitution, right-back Alves began to push far up the field.

Pedro was on the left flank, Villa and Messi were in the center, and Alves was acting more like a right winger.

Barça began to press forward aggressively.

All the Dortmund players refocused on the match, putting the matter of Pique’s unfortunate injury behind them.

...

"Wenger’s eye for talent really is impressive!"

In a VIP box at Wembley Stadium, a young man in his thirties wearing a sharp suit, accompanied by Arsenal Chief Executive Ivan Gazidis, pointed at Wang Shuo on the pitch and spoke with admiration.

"Yes, Josh. European football is very different from American basketball. It’s more complex. So, a head coach like Wenger, who is both highly experienced and a top-tier talent, is incredibly rare."

After a pause, Gazidis added, "He also has a doctorate in economics from Strasbourg University."

On the pitch, Barça was still relentlessly attacking Dortmund, launching a final, fierce assault.

But there were only three minutes left.

Dortmund had pulled everyone back to defend.

Now it was a matter of throwing caution to the wind; they just had to defend desperately until the final whistle.

On Barça’s side, even their center-backs and goalkeeper were pushing up.

This struck Josh Kroenke, who had come all the way from the United States, as very interesting.

"If I remember correctly, Arsenal has never won the Champions League, have they?"

"Never," Gazidis nodded. "The closest we came was being the Champions League runner-up in ’06, losing to the same Barcelona team that’s wearing green tonight."

"This is the most influential club competition in the world, like the NBA Finals in the United States, but it’s decided in a single match."

"That part’s good. You know, I’ve always thought that the NBA Finals being a 7-game series is a terrible, terrible thing from a business perspective. I have no idea what idiot came up with that."