The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

Chapter 569: Chapter 111: Bicycle Kick! Tying the Legend! Consecutive Hat-tricks! Nesta, Our Duel Begins Now

The Brazilian’s positioning was excellent. His run made it impossible for Götze to pass to Wang Shuo.

Furthermore, Wang Shuo was being shadowed by Nesta and Van Bommel.

With no other option, Götze was forced to play the ball out to the left flank.

Reus took the ball and passed it further down the left wing. Schmelzer overlapped, received the pass, and sent a cross to the near post.

It wasn’t a great opportunity.

But Wang Shuo was confident he could convert this chance into a goal.

The only obstacle was Nesta.

It was as if the man had read Dortmund’s passing lanes from the start. He shadowed Wang Shuo relentlessly, and the two of them raced toward the landing spot of the cross.

’Wang Shuo was fast?’

It didn’t matter. The physical battle between them was constant. Nesta used it to prevent Wang Shuo from bursting into a sprint.

After dragging Wang Shuo’s pace down to his own level, he then used his vast experience to block him.

As they reached the near post, Nesta’s arm felt like a steel bar, clamped firmly around Wang Shuo’s body. His shoulder pressed hard against Wang Shuo’s, trying to shove him aside.

Wang Shuo gave it everything he had. Gritting his teeth, even with Nesta using every limb to hold him back, he managed to force open a sliver of space. He surged forward, using his core for power, and leaped up to meet the ball with his head.

But he had already lost his balance as he jumped.

As a result, his flicked header lacked power, and he didn’t make proper contact with the ball.

The ball veered wide and out of play.

"Damn it!" As he landed, Wang Shuo flung his arms out in frustration.

’He’s so damn hard to shake!’

But a wave of cheers erupted from San Siro Stadium.

They were even singing.

"Aaargh!" Wang Shuo clutched his head, feeling the urge to tear his hair out.

But he quickly took a couple of deep breaths, regained his composure, and turned to jog back.

"You’re good, Wang!"

As he jogged back, Wang Shuo heard Klopp yelling from the sideline.

The Dortmund head coach was on the sideline, waving his arms and shouting something at him.

But the AC Milan fans deliberately roared even louder, drowning out the coach’s voice so Wang Shuo couldn’t hear a thing.

Wang Shuo looked at his teammates around him and saw that every single one of them was gasping for air.

They had already fought themselves to exhaustion; even breathing had become a painful struggle.

"Hang in there, guys! There’s still a little time left. Let’s give it one last push! We can score!"

Wang Shuo spoke in German, so he wasn’t worried about the AC Milan players understanding him.

The Dortmund players around him took a deep breath and forced themselves to rally.

In the 84th minute, under pressure from Dortmund, an AC Milan midfielder made a misplaced pass.

Flamini tried to pass to Robinho, who had moved into the number 10 role, but Sven Bender anticipated it. He lunged in with a sliding tackle, intercepting the ball.

The moment Shahin got the ball, Wang Shuo was like a shark that had smelled blood. He exploded forward, sprinting at top speed and dragging Van Bommel along with him.

Van Bommel’s task for the match was to protect Nesta and Thiago Silva, essentially building an iron cage around Wang Shuo.

Kevin Boateng immediately closed in on Shahin, but Shahin reacted instantly. Before Kevin Boateng could get to him, he sent a pass forward, perfectly placing it behind AC Milan’s defensive line.

Wang Shuo charged forward, accelerating constantly, getting faster and faster.

He was so engrossed in the attack that he forgot everything else around him.

All he could see was himself, the ball, and the defenders.

Just as Wang Shuo reached the ball, Thiago Silva, tracking back at high speed from behind and to the side, was in position to force him toward the left flank.

Wang Shuo obliged. Instead of stopping, he pushed the ball ahead with a single touch and accelerated after it, intending to simply blow past his opponent with raw speed.

But to his surprise, Thiago Silva was also incredibly fast. He stayed on Wang Shuo’s inside shoulder, his movements efficient and precise, preventing Wang Shuo from cutting into the penalty area.

Just as he was about to be forced out wide, Wang Shuo came to a sudden stop. With the outside of his right foot, he flicked the ball sideways and cut inside, gaining a slight edge on Thiago Silva.

But because the move was a bit abrupt, his touch was a little heavy, sending the ball slightly too far ahead.

As Wang Shuo moved to collect the ball again, he felt an immense force slam into his side.

It was Nesta, who had rushed over. He had brutally slammed himself between Wang Shuo and the ball, physically separating them and knocking Wang Shuo off balance.

In that situation, Wang Shuo naturally went down.

But the French referee didn’t blow his whistle.

No foul!

Nesta intercepted the ball and quickly passed it to a teammate.

Wang Shuo clenched his fists and slammed them on the turf before climbing back to his feet.

Just then, Nesta walked past, shooting him a cool glance before joining Thiago Silva, leaving Wang Shuo all alone in an offside position.

Wang Shuo didn’t understand Italian, but he could guess they were discussing that last defensive play.

’Clearly, I’m putting a lot of pressure on them!’

This gave Wang Shuo a surge of confidence.

Especially when, at that very moment, the scoreboard clock ticked over to the 85th minute.

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Wang Shuo felt power coursing through his entire body.

He jogged back, passing by Thiago Silva and Nesta.

As he passed them, Wang Shuo even turned back to flash a wide grin at the two center-backs.

"The warm-up’s over. The real battle starts now!"

Nesta and Thiago Silva were both stunned.