Since joining Mainz, Wang Shuo had given everyone the impression that he was diligent, hardworking, and utterly harmless. He had never had a conflict with anyone, never even said a harsh word.
As his role on the team grew, he began to take on more responsibility.
But the thing he said most often was calling for the ball on the pitch.
Everyone had grown accustod to this version of Wang Shuo.
So when they saw Wang Shuo suddenly punch a locker, he seed like a complete stranger.
At the sa ti, they could see the rage boiling in his heart.
It wasn’t directed entirely at them, nor just at the team. It was a more complex anger, mixed with defiance, rebellion, and a host of other emotions.
"In the second half, give the ball!" Wang Shuo’s voice was firm and resonant.
His words carried an undeniable conviction.
It wasn’t a request; it was a demand!
"I will definitely score against Hoffenheim!"
"I refuse to believe that the weak are born to be slaughtered!"
"Jurgen said that Mainz is a team that believes ordinary people can create miracles."
"Well now, it’s up to us to create that miracle with our own hands!"
Klopp stood at the door, having heard Wang Shuo’s roar with his own ears.
It made him seem like a stranger.
This wasn’t the Wang Shuo he knew.
But soon after, he felt an imnse sense of satisfaction.
Because this was precisely the Wang Shuo he had hoped to see—one he could trust and rely on!
In a football match, the head coach is ultimately just an observer on the sidelines.
In the end, the match must be decided by the players on the field!
Right now, Mainz desperately needed soone like Wang Shuo to step up.
A leader doesn’t just toil silently on the pitch.
He needs to influence others—to influence everyone!
In that mont, Klopp saw the makings of a leader in Wang Shuo.
He was only eighteen, but he truly had it in him.
Because he possessed an inner hunger for victory, a thirst for goals!
"This kid has impressed yet again!" Kramny exclaid in admiration.
From the first ti he’d t Wang Shuo, the kid had been shining, almost every day, every mont.
And his light was only getting brighter!
"So, I’m willing to bet on him again!"
After saying this, Klopp strode into the locker room and clapped his hands loudly, getting everyone’s attention.
"We’re making a substitution for the second half."
"Tim, I’m sorry. We need to strengthen our attack."
"Andre, you’re going on. Play right wing."
Hearing this, Andre Schürrle shot to his feet, overjoyed, and nodded in acceptance.
He then looked over at Wang Shuo.
As Wang Shuo’s best friend, he could feel the resolute strength in his gaze.
With Tim Hogland coming off, Helle would drop back to play right-back.
Helle was a versatile player who could control the entire right flank and even fill in at midfield.
Klopp also told Kirschhoff to get ready.
The young midfielder had been outstanding for the U19s, but he hadn’t made any significant contributions to the first team yet, mostly just making appearances in cup matches.
"In the second half, our entire offense will run through Wang Shuo. When we transition from defense to attack, I want everyone to give their all to support him. I believe he can score against Hoffenheim!"
As Klopp finished, his expression was also one of absolute conviction.
"He’s right! We at Mainz are a team that believes ordinary people can create miracles!"
"So, we’re going to let Hoffenheim feel the terrifying power of the Black Forest!"
By the end, Klopp was practically roaring as he shouted the final sentence.
Wang Shuo was competing with Ibisevic, and was Klopp not doing the sa?
He was supposed to be Wolfgang Frank’s true successor, his direct lineage, yet it was Rangnick who was now basking in fa.
A ga is a ga, and friendship is friendship.
Klopp couldn’t help but wonder what he could do if Mainz had Hoffenheim’s budget. He could absolutely build a far stronger team than the one he had now.
’Would we still be in this predicant?’
But in life, many things were simply fated.
Mainz was a club born without money.
But Wang Shuo was right. Being poor didn’t an you had to accept your fate!
Being the underdog didn’t an you had to let yourself be slaughtered!
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After switching sides for the second half, Mainz made a substitution.
Led by Wang Shuo, players like Foyelner, Schürrle, and Hainauer charged at Hoffenheim like tigers descending a mountain.
Wang Shuo, in particular, was far more active than he had been in the first half.
In the 51st minute, Wang Shuo dropped back to receive a pass, shook off Gustavo, and laid the ball off to Foyelner before making a quick forward run.
Foyelner, understanding perfectly, tapped it right back into Wang Shuo’s path.
Wang Shuo sprinted onto it, getting to the ball a step ahead of Gustavo and bringing it under control.
But a mont later, Gustavo launched into a vicious scissor tackle, taking out both man and ball and sending Wang Shuo tumbling to the ground.
In the stands, countless fans cried out in alarm.
They were all worried for Wang Shuo, who lay on the pitch.
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