From the mont the match ended, the Olympic Stadium Berlin beca a stage for Mainz’s celebrations.
Even the mighty Bayern had to cede the spotlight at this mont.
anwhile, the staff began setting up the awards podium on the pitch.
Wang Shuo was being pulled all over the place by his teammates to celebrate.
On the running track beside the pitch, many reporters were also chasing after Wang Shuo, asking him to look their way so they could take pictures.
Wang Shuo was in a great mood and obliged all of their requests.
Once the awards podium was assembled, the President of the German Football Association, Theo Zwanziger, had also made his way from the VIP box to the podium.
The Mainz players were already rubbing their hands in anticipation.
But the first to go up to receive their awards were the referees, followed by the runners-up, Bayern.
Klinsmann was the first to walk onto the stage. Zwanziger even gave him a hug and exchanged a few words.
Although Bayern had lost the final, they were still t with a round of enthusiastic applause from the stands as they went up to receive their dals.
It was mostly from the Bayern fans.
After the last Bayern player had received his dal, the Mainz players began to go up.
Leading the way was the young Schürrle.
Wang Shuo was in the middle of the line.
But unexpectedly, when Wang Shuo stood before the German Football Association President, Zwanziger, the bespectacled man in his sixties not only placed the winner’s dal around his neck but also took the ti to say a few extra words to him.
After the DFB-Pokal final, the Germany National Team would be embarking on a tour of Asia.
They would be going to China to play a match.
Zwanziger would also be accompanying the team, and he hoped to establish deeper cooperation with Chinese football.
"We hope to see more and more outstanding Chinese players like you landing in our Bundesliga!"
Zwanziger smiled and congratulated Wang Shuo again.
Wang Shuo actually had no idea the Germany National Team was heading to China.
No one had inford him, nor was there any need to.
He still wasn’t a player for the national team.
At the end of the line was the captain, Nowitzki.
He represented the entire team, accepting the championship trophy from Zwanziger’s hands and hoisting it high above his head.
At that very mont, the entire stadium was filled with the cheers of Mainz fans.
What followed was a series of routine festivities.
For example, a team photo with the trophy.
And also tossing the head coach into the air.
These were all standard parts of a championship celebration.
But in Germany, there’s one part of the celebration that’s very different from other places: beer.
Wang Shuo had genuinely never heard of this tradition.
Suddenly, a huge glass of beer was poured over his head from above.
Already soaked from the rain, he was now utterly drenched like a drowned rat.
When he turned his head, he saw Klopp holding a gigantic beer glass with both hands, laughing his head off at him.
"Surprised? Didn’t see that coming, did you?"
Wang Shuo wiped his face, his whole body reeking of German beer, a sll he wasn’t used to at all.
But before he could get away, another full glass ca from behind.
"What the fuck? Who was it?"
Wang Shuo turned his head and saw Kramny.
But before Kramny could explain, Wang Shuo was doused with another glass.
"Which bastard?"
Turning his head again, he saw Nowitzki running away.
Imdiately after, Wang Shuo could clearly feel the mischievous intent from his teammates.
’These guys are completely unreliable!’
’Especially Hainauer.’
’You’re not even 5’7", and you think you can pour one over my head?’
But in the end, Wang Shuo decided to make a run for it.
He ran straight to the stands where the Mainz fans and his fellow Chinese countryn were.
Although they were separated by a barrier, he could still interact with them.
"Thank you for coming to see , thank you!"
Wang Shuo gave them a deep bow!
"Way to go, Wang Shuo!"
"You played so well!"
"Keep it up! We’ll co back to Germany to watch you play again!"
Wang Shuo was soon called away by his teammates.
The Mainz team also had to go thank their fans for the support.
The whole ti, he never noticed the young woman in the crowd wearing a red jersey, waving and calling his na.
「...」
Back at the team hotel after leaving the Olympic Stadium Berlin, everyone was still celebrating with imnse excitent.
At first, even the club’s President Strutz and General Manager Heidel joined in.
They left first, followed later by Klopp and the rest of the coaching staff.
Once it was just the players left, everyone went even crazier.
Even Subotic and Friedrich had made a special trip to join the club’s wild celebration.
The only one who was probably not having a good ti was Amri.
The guy had a rare chance to be in Berlin, and having just won the championship, all he wanted was to go out and party.
But who was Klopp?
He knew Amri inside and out, so he had the captain, Nowitzki, keep an eye on him.
Especially with the old captain, Friedrich, also present.
This made the naturally unrestrained Amri feel like he was in prison, even trying to keep his Breathing quiet.
Beer?
’Sorry, not a drop tonight.’
Red-light district?
’Believe , I haven’t been in a long ti.’
Everyone who saw him acting like this nearly died laughing internally.
After attending the team’s victory banquet, Wang Shuo didn’t stay to pull an all-nighter, returning to his hotel room early instead.
After Subotic left, he was now sharing a room with Schürrle.
But Schürrle was still out celebrating.
Back in his room, Wang Shuo entered the scouting system.
"Congratulations, you have helped Mainz win the first national championship trophy in the club’s hundred-year history. Reward: one National Level Passive Skill Card or 150 Passive Value points. Please choose..."
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