The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

Chapter 570: Chapter 112: Conquering San Siro! The Birth of an Epoch-Making Goal

Dortmund launched another attack.

On the right wing, Kuba received support from Piszczek as he went up against Antonini. He barely managed a Breakthrough before nearly slipping on the right side of AC Milan’s penalty area.

But the Polish winger still managed to hook the ball, steady himself, and send in a cross.

The quality of the hasty cross was poor—high, floaty, and slow.

As the ball slowly descended toward the center, just in front of the six-yard box, Wang Shuo surged forward.

Squeezed between Nesta and Thiago Silva, Wang Shuo was like a small sailboat on a vast ocean, swaying from side to side, almost out of control.

Even though Wang Shuo gave it his all, forcing a jump between the two world-class center-backs, the result was predictable.

Nesta got to it first, heading the ball out of the box.

But they weren’t in great shape either.

The three of them fell in a heap, a chaotic tangle of limbs.

"AC Milan’s defense is truly solid."

"Wang Shuo, who scored 40 goals in the Bundesliga, can’t gain any advantage against Nesta and Thiago Silva."

"And Dortmund can’t gain any advantage against a defensively-compact AC Milan either."

"This isn’t really surprising."

"When we discuss the advanced tactics and trends in the current European Football Scene, we must also recognize that even the most advanced tactics aren’t particularly effective against an Italian defense."

"For example, Barcelona’s loss to Inter Milan in last season’s semifinal."

"Mourinho’s team, with less than thirty percent possession and down a man for most of the match, was still able to defend the result. That’s Italian defense for you!"

"Dortmund’s football is full of passion, very free-flowing, but against an Italian defensive system, it’s really not enough."

"This is the beauty and significance of a Champions League match."

"It shows us a rich variety of football tactics. It teaches the fans a lesson: football has never been just about attacking, or just about possession. It’s also about defense."

"The Italians have truly elevated defense to an art form!"

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When Wang Shuo got up from the ground, he could clearly hear Nesta’s breathing. It sounded like the noise from a broken car exhaust pipe.

The difference was, it wasn’t his exhaust pipe that was broken, but his lungs.

Although AC Milan was defending deep, Nesta’s age was a factor, and his stamina consumption was immense.

It could be said that at this moment, everyone was already nearing their limit!

Except for Wang Shuo!

"How’s it going? Still able to run?" Wang Shuo grinned, smiling at Nesta and Thiago Silva.

The two AC Milan center-backs exchanged a look, both surprised.

Everyone knew Wang Shuo had good stamina, but who could have imagined it was this good?

’Damn it, it’s almost the 90th minute, and he can still keep running, still keep charging?’

Just now, if the two of them hadn’t closed the door and trapped Wang Shuo with perfect coordination, he would have just blown right past them.

’So damn ridiculous!’

Wang Shuo glanced at the scoreboard: 87 minutes.

"There’s still time. Just you wait!"

After saying that, Wang Shuo quickly ran back.

He left Nesta and Thiago Silva in the penalty area, panting heavily.

"Is that bastard not tired yet?" Thiago Silva felt the urge to break down.

"It’s a bluff. Psychological warfare!" Nesta said with conviction.

But was that really the case?

The current Nesta was already a spent force, running on willpower alone.

Every breath he took pulled at his chest and lungs, sending a fresh wave of pain.

With every step, every inch of muscle in his legs ached, groaning as if under an unbearable load.

The Milan captain reached out, tugged at the captain’s armband on his sleeve, and looked ahead.

A shot from Ibrahimovic went straight over the bar.

A goal kick for Dortmund.

The Swedish center-forward was at it again; it was his old habit.

He had never scored a goal in the knockout stages of the Champions League.

Today, his partnership with Robinho was likewise ineffective against Dortmund’s high-pressing game.

It got to the point that in the second half, Allegri substituted Pato for Siedorf and moved Robinho to the number 10 position, hoping to leverage his speed.

But it didn’t have much of an effect.

The willpower of the German team was also quite astonishing!

Especially Klopp’s team.

According to rumors, they only had enough stamina for sixty or seventy minutes, yet they had managed to hold on until now.

Nesta took a deep breath and shouted forward with all his might, "Get back on defense!"

"Everyone, hurry up and defend!"

"Hold on!"

Allegri had said that for tonight’s match, AC Milan had only one goal: don’t concede an away goal to the opponent!

How experienced was Nesta?

He understood what Allegri meant.

If they didn’t concede an away goal, then in the second leg in Germany, AC Milan would have more strategic flexibility.

But if the opponent scored, the situation would be completely different.

Especially with AC Milan in their current state, with so many injuries and the conflict that had arisen between Allegri and players like Pirlo.

This meant they needed more breathing room.

...

In the stands, the roar from the Milan fans grew louder and louder.

Dortmund mounted another attack.

This time, the ball went to the left flank.

Shahin passed the ball to Grosskreutz ahead of him.

Wang Shuo and Götze both ran toward that side at the same time.

Grandcross passed it to Götze again.

Under Flamini’s tight marking, Götze couldn’t receive the ball cleanly, but as he fell, he managed a movement that was half-tackle, half-pass, sending the ball to Wang Shuo’s feet up ahead.