Chapter 624 - 119: The Messi Special! A Bloody Battle at the Bernabéu
The moment he stepped into the penalty area, he was pushed from behind by Harvey Alonso, lost his balance, and fell inside the box.
Referee Weber blew his whistle, signaling a foul.
He gave Harvey Alonso a yellow card.
But it wasn’t a penalty. It was a free kick.
Wang Shuo and his Dortmund teammates protested, but Weber made it clear that Wang Shuo hadn’t entered the penalty area at the moment of the foul.
Wang Shuo took the free kick, but it hit the jumping wall and posed no threat.
Just two minutes later, Mourinho made his second substitution.
Khedira came on for Lass Diarra.
The French midfielder, known for his stamina, was already gasping for air as he left the pitch.
Trying to keep up with Wang Shuo had taken a serious toll on him.
It was at this point that Klopp made a substitution.
Lewandowski replaced Götze.
Dortmund returned to a two-striker formation.
Following the substitutions, Dortmund intensified their press in the midfield and up front.
Real Madrid, however, opted to fall back and defend.
With a 3-1 lead, Mourinho wanted to secure their defense before looking for opportunities to counter.
Real Madrid also wanted to control the tempo of the game.
But after the substitution, Dortmund pushed everyone forward, going for broke.
With Lewandowski on the pitch, Wang Shuo had more freedom to move.
He threw himself deeper into the game, completely absorbed in the epic showdown he had long awaited.
Gradually, he forgot the 3-1 scoreline, forgot the bitterness of trailing, forgot the dejection of having conceded...
He even tuned out the cheers and boos from over 70,000 Real Madrid fans in the Bernabéu Stadium.
His world fell silent, completely devoid of sound.
All that remained were the ball and the players.
He ran without stopping, probing Real Madrid’s tight defensive lines for any crack, any chance to get on the ball.
Finally managing to receive a pass from Reus at the left corner of the penalty area, he instantly spun away from Alvaro Arbeloa.
From the first touch to the turn, from the burst of acceleration to hitting top speed, the entire sequence of actions was as precise as the second hand on a Rolex.
Rhythm, close control, explosive power, the sprint... everything was executed to perfection.
He could already see Lewandowski making a run inside the box.
Just as he prepared to make the pass, Pepe suddenly lunged in, taking both man and ball down in a sliding tackle.
Yellow card!
A free kick, just outside the left edge of the penalty area.
Wang Shuo lay on the turf.
The sound came rushing back into his ears, rattling his eardrums.
He was jolted back to reality.
As he rose from the turf, he looked to the sideline. The clock read 83 minutes.
’I’ve already missed one free kick tonight!’
This was a tough angle.
The ball was placed outside the box on the left, roughly 23 meters from the left post.
The angle for a shot on goal was narrow.
Real Madrid formed a two-man wall.
Benzema and Ronaldo.
Wang Shuo noticed that Ronaldo had come back on his own initiative.
Normally, he would have stayed up front, ready for a counterattack.
But he had come back.
As Wang Shuo met his gaze, he seemed to read a message in the proud Portuguese’s eyes.
’I can jump high!’
Wang Shuo and Schmelzer stood over the ball. After placing it, they both tamped down the turf around it with their boots before slowly backing away.
No one knew who would actually take the kick.
But all of Dortmund’s aerial threats had pushed into Real Madrid’s penalty area, ready to attack the six-yard box.
A direct shot from this angle was extremely difficult; the angle on goal was just too tight.
Once Referee Weber had organized the players in the box and sorted out the wall, he slowly backed away and blew his whistle.
After a quick bounce on the balls of his feet, Wang Shuo started his run-up.
He started with small, shuffling steps, then broke into long strides, charging forward with all his might. He planted his left foot firmly, and his right leg whipped through, striking the bottom of the ball with precision.
The ball flew off Wang Shuo’s right foot in an instant, a shooting star streaking across the Bernabéu night sky. It curled with pinpoint accuracy over the head of a leaping Ronaldo, tracing a breathtaking arc before soaring past the outstretched hands of Casillas and nestling perfectly into the right side of Real Madrid’s goal.
It crashed straight into the side-netting on the right.
"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!"
"It’s in!!"
"In the 83rd minute, Dortmund have scored against Real Madrid once more!"
"2-3!"
"My God! A direct free kick from outside the box on the left!"
"Absolutely no one saw that coming! That was an incredibly difficult shot!"
"A Magical right foot from Wang Shuo! He bent in a deadly curve to give Dortmund their second, precious away goal!"
On the sideline, in front of the home team’s dugout, Mourinho shot up from his seat as if he’d been electrocuted. He stared in disbelief at Wang Shuo, who was sprinting across the pitch.
"How did a shot like that go in?"
"I must be fucking cursed!"
Meanwhile, in front of the away dugout, Klopp burst out in celebration, pumping his fists and letting out a stream of wild cries, looking like a boxer in the ring.
On the pitch, however, Wang Shuo didn’t run off to celebrate his goal. Instead, he shrugged off a nearby Schmelzer and charged into the penalty area. He sprinted right past Ronaldo, ran into the Real Madrid goal, and snatched the ball he had just scored with.
Tucking the ball under his arm, he sprinted back toward his own half.