The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

Chapter 568: Chapter 111: Bicycle Kick! Equalizing the Legend! Consecutive Hat-tricks! Nesta, Our Duel Has Only Just Begun

And in this match, he couldn’t gain the slightest advantage against the two center-backs, Nesta and Thiago Silva.

The coordination between Milan’s #33 and #13 was like clockwork. Their positioning was precise, their defensive actions perfectly timed, and they always managed to reach the most critical positions.

Wang Shuo was like Don Quixote, charging time and again, only to be battered and bruised each time.

And every time Wang Shuo was thwarted, the cheers at San Siro would instantly grow even louder.

So what if you scored 40 goals in 21 matches in the Bundesliga, Wang Shuo?

Now that you’re in Serie A, now that you’re facing our Milan, you’ll still be brought to your knees!

Wang Shuo’s struggle against Nesta and Thiago Silva mirrored Dortmund’s struggle against AC Milan’s ironclad defense.

The roar of San Siro Stadium filled his ears, grating on his nerves. But after taking a deep breath, Wang Shuo’s mind calmed, becoming instantly clear.

From the 73rd minute onward, the stamina of Dortmund’s young players was severely depleted.

AC Milan gradually seized control of possession and the tempo of the match, beginning to establish their dominance on the pitch.

Around the 78-minute mark, the [Domain Skill: Reverser] had already activated.

But after more than two minutes, Wang Shuo still hadn’t found a way to break through that ironclad defense.

The only thing he could think of was to keep hammering away at them, relentlessly.

This was the only effective way to deal with Serie A teams!

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In the 81st minute, as a pass from a teammate behind reached his feet, Nesta immediately closed in on Wang Shuo.

The 34-year-old Italian veteran never resorted to overly flashy defensive moves. He always used the simplest, most practical, and most elegant methods to shut down his opponent’s attack.

Just like right now.

Wang Shuo felt him standing right behind him, like a wall.

A fortress wall that seemed to anticipate his every move, blocking him no matter which way he turned.

But he still had to try. So, with his quickest possible movements, Wang Shuo threw a feint to deceive his opponent and then suddenly spun around.

Boosted by his [Domain Skill: Controller], the ball rolled obediently under his command.

Feint, turn, push the ball forward, sudden stop, cut back, change of direction...

Just when Wang Shuo thought he had gotten past Nesta, the Italian center-back suddenly cut him off.

Wang Shuo still had the ball at his feet, but Nesta bumped him with his shoulder, disrupting his dribble just enough to make him knock the ball a little too far ahead.

By the time he caught up and tried to regain control, Thiago Silva had already appeared in the perfect spot to poke the ball away.

Their teamwork was seamless, their actions clean and decisive.

The AC Milan fans in the stadium erupted in cheers once more, louder than ever!

Wang Shuo could even faintly hear the AC Milan fans taunting him.

’They’re terrifying!’

’This is Nesta!’

’This is Thiago Silva!’

Throughout the entire match so far, Wang Shuo hadn’t gained the slightest advantage over the pair.

Of course, this was all happening while AC Milan was playing a deep, compact defense.

Within that tight defensive formation, Wang Shuo’s space to operate was severely restricted.

Even the distance he could run was much shorter.

And inside their defensive shell, all of Wang Shuo’s feints, changes of pace, sudden stops and starts... were completely useless against them!

"What? Is the defending in the Bundesliga really that bad? You scored 40 goals there with just these little tricks?"

As they brushed shoulders, Nesta didn’t miss the chance to land a verbal jab on Wang Shuo.

Frankly, the Italian center-back wasn’t just handsome; he also had a rather magnetic voice.

But to Wang Shuo’s ears right then, it was incredibly grating.

"Your tactics are certainly aggressive and proactive, but there’s more than one way to play football!"

"At least not tonight at San Siro. You won’t get what you want!"

Wang Shuo knew perfectly well the guy was trying to provoke him, but he couldn’t stop a surge of irritation from rising within him.

Or perhaps, it was what you’d call impotent rage.

But after a few deep breaths, he immediately suppressed the agitation in his heart, his mind once again becoming clear.

This was the effect of his [Passive Skill: Breathing]!

"I used to respect you a lot, Alessandro. But to be honest, after tonight, I’m very disappointed."

Wang Shuo raised his right hand, wiped the sweat and rain from his forehead with the back of it, and replied nonchalantly.

"I’ve disappointed you?" Nesta laughed.

’The score is 0-0!’

’And Wang Shuo hasn’t been able to get anything past us this whole game.’

’And he’s disappointed?’

"Yes. Very disappointed."

"Why?" Nesta couldn’t help but ask.

Wang Shuo grinned at the world-class center-back. "You talk way too damn much. Not so cool and distant after all, huh?"

A strange look flashed in Nesta’s eyes.

He instantly saw through Wang Shuo’s intent—he was trying to provoke him.

’I really didn’t expect him to still have his temper under control this late in the game.’

’Is that how a 20-year-old is supposed to act?’

’Aren’t young guys supposed to be impulsive?’

Nesta didn’t reply. He chose to answer with his actions.

In the 83rd minute, Dortmund won the ball back in their own half.

Shahin sent a through ball to Wang Shuo’s feet.

Instead of trapping it, Wang Shuo immediately passed it back to Götze.

Thiago Silva immediately charged toward Götze.