The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

Chapter 285 - 71: Absolute Dead Corner! Bayern’s Nemesis! Peerless Hero! Dortmund’s Great Opportunity! Make Bayern Regret It

"A direct free kick!!"

The moment Wang Shuo struck the ball, an incredibly strong feeling washed over him.

’This one’s in!’

After practicing for so long, he knew exactly what the quality of his strike was the instant it left his foot.

So, after taking the kick, he was already clenching his fists in excitement, sprinting toward the South Stand behind the goal.

At almost the exact same moment, the entire stadium erupted!

Every single Dortmund fan leaped madly from their seats.

When Wang Shuo reached the South Stand, right in front of the barrier behind the goal, he jumped onto the advertising hoardings and roared at the fans in the stands. In response, the more than 20,000 fans on the South Stand cheered like mad.

The fans closest to the front hammered on the barrier, looking as if they would give anything to rush onto the pitch and toss Wang Shuo into the air.

"My God!"

"A direct free kick from Wang Shuo!"

"It curved beautifully through the air and went straight into the top-right corner of Bayern’s goal!"

"An absolutely unsavable spot!"

"An absolute screamer!"

"If I’m not mistaken, this should be the first time Wang Shuo has taken a free kick, and he scored on his very first attempt—against Bayern Munich, no less!"

"Wang Shuo has once again scored a hat-trick!"

"He really is Bayern’s kryptonite!"

"When he first arrived in Germany, playing for Mainz U19 against Bayern, he scored a hat-trick then too."

"In last season’s DFB-Pokal final against Bayern, he scored another hat-trick!"

"And today, at Westfalen Stadium, he’s scored a hat-trick yet again!"

"5-4!!"

"Dortmund pulls ahead once more!"

The thunderous beat of drums and the sky-shaking roars of the crowd filled Westfalen Stadium!

Countless fans were cheering.

The stadium announcer, in particular, was shouting himself hoarse.

"Fans, who scored that goal for us?"

"WANG!"

"Say it again, who scored that goal?"

"WANG!"

"Who is our hero?"

"WANG!"

"WANG!!"

"WANG!!!"

In the end, the entire stadium was chanting Wang Shuo’s name.

...

In the executive box, Rummenigge and Hennes both stared at the unbelievable scene unfolding before them.

They listened as over 80,000 fans at Westfalen Stadium chanted for Wang Shuo in unison.

They watched the scene on the pitch, where the Dortmund players were scrambling to celebrate the goal with Wang Shuo.

And of course, on the sideline, Klopp once again unleashed his signature flurry of punches.

The two Bayern bigwigs were speechless.

’Dortmund didn’t have any free-kick specialists?’

Wang Shuo had just proven them wrong with his actions!

"This kid’s rate of improvement is terrifying!" Hennes was truly filled with regret.

A flicker of regret also crossed Rummenigge’s eyes.

He especially remembered what Beckenbauer had said before.

That Wang Shuo would become the fourth-best player in the world, after Ronaldo, Messi, and Kaka!

At the time, he hadn’t believed it at all.

But now, he wasn’t so sure.

Not far from the Bayern executives, the Dortmund leadership were all grinning from ear to ear.

From Chairman Laubal to Watzke and Zorc, all of them were applauding vigorously, unable to stop laughing.

"This transfer was an absolute bargain!"

"You can say that again!"

"My God, he’s definitely going to lead Dortmund to a revival!"

"And for only 20 million euros!"

Laubal glanced over at the two regret-filled Bayern bigwigs in the distance and laughed out loud, feeling even more smug.

"Let Bayern stew in their regret!"

In another part of the executive box, Lina Gerk was on her feet, just like the surrounding Dortmund fans.

Her gaze was fixed on Wang Shuo, an excited flush coloring her cheeks.

’This was her first man!’

He was the hero of this team, this city, turning the tide time and time again.

It was as if there was nothing he couldn’t do.

Seeing Wang Shuo standing on the advertising hoarding, receiving the cheers of more than 80,000 fans, she felt as if she could smell the scent of his male pheromones from that night wafting through the air, leaving her deeply intoxicated.

She enjoyed, even reveled in, this feeling of being completely conquered by a hero!

In another section of the executive box, Shen Qinghe, just like all the other fans, had jumped to her feet. She cheered excitedly for Wang Shuo, chanting his name along with all the other Dortmund supporters.

In her eyes, everything else around her blurred away.

Only the figure of Wang Shuo was etched, sharp and clear, in her sight.

To her, Wang Shuo was a peerless hero, riding on a seven-colored cloud!

He fulfilled almost every image of a hero she held in her heart.

That was why she flew to Germany for every single one of his matches.

She loved watching him run freely on the pitch, sweat glistening on his skin.

But then she remembered his high-profile declaration just now—how he had ostentatiously shown his love toward the stands after scoring, and how the big screen had shown that German supermodel wearing a number 9 Dortmund jersey. Her heart felt as if it had been hollowed out.

Because she, too, was wearing a yellow number 9 Dortmund jersey.

...

The match wasn’t over yet.

Westfalen Stadium had already transformed into a complete sea of yellow and black.

This was especially true of the terrifying South Stand.

More than 25,000 fans were singing and jumping.

Especially when they began to sing the team’s second anthem, "Heja BVB," they inspired the more than 80,000 fans throughout the stadium to join in.

By the end, everyone in the stadium was continuously chanting "BVB."

BVB stands for Dortmund, but the letter V in the middle isn’t pronounced like the English "v," but with an "f" sound.