"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!"
"My God, Mainz has scored!!"
"Wang Shuo!!"
"In the 39th minute, Wang Shuo received a long diagonal pass from a teammate inside the box. After trapping the ball and turning, he dribbled past Friedrich and Sinkywitz and unleashed a powerful shot with his right foot, beating the keeper, Adler!"
"1-0!"
"That was Mainz’s first shot of the match!"
"No one could have imagined that their very first shot would result in a goal!"
The mont his powerful shot found the back of the net, Wang Shuo let out a thrilled roar. He turned and sprinted off the pitch, running all the way to the corner flag to celebrate in front of the section where the Mainz fans were gathered.
At the sa ti, the entire Sjie Sports Stadium erupted in a chaotic roar.
The Bayer Leverkusen fans were clearly still reeling from the shock of conceding a goal.
There weren’t many Mainz fans who had traveled for the away ga, but they were all cheering in unison.
Schürrle was the first to rush over to Wang Shuo, throwing his arms around him in a tight hug.
"Dude, you actually did it!"
"My God, you really controlled that ball," Hainauer said, equally incredulous.
It was a long, low diagonal pass, and it was coming in fast.
In their usual special training sessions, Wang Shuo’s chances of controlling a pass like that were only about fifty-fifty.
They all thought his success rate would be even lower in a real match.
But who would have thought Wang Shuo would succeed on his very first try!
With one arm around Schürrle and the other around Hainauer, Wang Shuo couldn’t stop laughing.
He couldn’t really explain what had just happened either.
But he knew that [Breathing] had kept his mind calm, [Insight] had allowed him to accurately judge the situation, and [First Move] had enabled him to anticipate his opponent’s actions a step ahead.
Then there were [Coordination], [Eagle Eye], and [Spiritual Light]. All these passive skills were improving his performance bit by bit.
But the biggest contributor this ti was [Ball Sense].
With the support of his other passive skills, combined with his National Level [Ball Sense], the mont he trapped the ball, Wang Shuo knew he had it under control.
Of course, he had only just managed to control it.
The ball’s position after he trapped it was still off by a few centiters from where he had expected.
But with the boost from his National Level [Swift], such a small error had no effect on him, and his follow-up movents beca even smoother.
Wang Shuo didn’t really know how to explain any of this.
But after all his recent hard work, and especially after this goal, he truly realized that the passive skills from the Ball God System were already powerful on their own.
But their true strength lay in their synergy.
’He couldn’t help but start to imagine: what if he trained all his passive skills to their peak, mastered them completely, wielding them like an extension of his own body and integrating them seamlessly? How terrifying would that be?’
At this thought, Wang Shuo couldn’t help but let out another excited shout.
Seeing Helle run over, Wang Shuo let go of Schürrle and Hainauer and went to hug his teammate. At the sa ti, he faced the broadcast cara and gave Helle a thumbs-up.
"Helle, nice one!"
The gesture was a perfect morale boost, and Helle roared with laughter.
In the distance, in front of the away team’s coaching box, Klopp started throwing punches again.
Labbadia, on the other hand, was over on his sideline, yelling in frustration.
The stadium was so loud that no one could tell what he was shouting about.
...
"Wang Shuo! Nice one, brother!"
Not far above the stands where Wang Shuo and the others were celebrating, Subotic stood up and shouted down at them.
"That was a beautiful goal, man! Take down Bayer Leverkusen!"
Subotic was exceptionally worked up. He even pulled his girlfriend, Lisa Ritz, who was sitting beside him. "Did you see that? Lisa, that’s Wang Shuo! My brother!"
"I’m telling you, Lisa, Wang Shuo is going to be a great football player!"
"He’s the most incredible player I’ve ever seen, bar none!"
Lisa Ritz was clearly used to Subotic’s praise for Wang Shuo and just kept nodding.
"Keep it up, brother! Teach Labbadia a lesson!"
There weren’t many Mainz fans at the away ga to begin with, and they had been seated in a corner section.
With Subotic shouting constantly, he easily drew the attention of more people.
They were all die-hard Mainz fans; who among them wouldn’t recognize Subotic?
"Neven!"
"Hey, Neven, what are you doing here?"
"Holy shit, Subotic is here to cheer for us too!"
"Oh my god, it really is Neven!"
Subotic felt a bit awkward when he realized all the fans had suddenly turned to look at him.
Especially since he was now a Dortmund player, he guiltily raised his right index finger to his lips, signaling for everyone to keep it down.
The Dortmund head coach, Dom, had recently had a falling out with the managent and was in a foul mood.
Subotic had no desire to get caught in the crossfire.
The Mainz fans all understood, nodding and smiling in agreent.
But people still stood up from ti to ti to turn and greet him.
After finally getting the Mainz fans settled down, Subotic sat back in his seat, only to find Lisa Ritz looking around.
"Lisa, what are you looking for?"
"A mont ago, a very pretty girl stood up to look at you. She just sat back down."
"Looking at ?" Subotic felt a pang of guilt.
’It can’t be that so female Mainz fan finds so handso she just can’t forget , right?’
"She’s wearing a number 9 jersey." Lisa Ritz resisted the urge to jolt the narcissist beside her back to reality.
"Oh, that must be Lina Gerk. I heard she cos to watch Wang Shuo’s matches often."
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