Wang Shuo’s firm promise deeply moved Reus.
In the young German player’s eyes, Wang Shuo was helping him fulfill his dream and honor his feelings for Dortmund.
So, the young man gripped Wang Shuo’s hand tightly. "Thank you, Wang!"
"Don’t thank . Just rember to treat to a al after you score," Wang Shuo said with a grin.
"No problem."
Then, he suddenly thought of sothing else.
"My family is in the stands!"
...
In the 13th minute of the match, Wang Shuo suddenly started running back from the front.
As he ran, he shouted, "Marco."
Reus heard him and got ready.
Wang Shuo quickly dropped back into an open space on the left side of the penalty area.
Finagle followed him out from behind.
De De’s pass arrived at Wang Shuo’s feet. Before trapping it, he feinted a turn over his right shoulder toward the left sideline to deceive Finagle behind him, then skillfully controlled the ball with his right foot, turned, and cut inside.
But things don’t always go as planned.
Wang Shuo had already used this move once in the first leg of their matchup.
Moreover, after scoring a brace in the first leg, Wang Shuo had beco Landes’s primary target for man-marking this ti.
Just as he turned, he found that another player had already co over to help defend, blocking his path.
A sudden stop, a feint, another attempt to cut inside...
Wang Shuo’s series of moves dazzled the fans in the stands of Westfalen Stadium.
’His footwork is incredible, isn’t it?’
’And he’s so quick!’
’Damn, a player like this for only 20 million euros? What a bargain!’
’Are those guys at Bayern blind?’
But Wang Shuo shook one defender, got past another, and was still trying to cut inside.
The problem was, his path forward was still blocked.
’He doesn’t even have a chance to pass.’
’My god, is Landes’s defense really this strong?’
Wang Shuo continued to dribble horizontally and shook off another player, but it was still no good.
Forced, he had no choice but to stop abruptly, turn, and dribble back to the left.
This got the fans in the stadium all excited!
But on the sidelines, Klopp was puzzled.
"What’s with Wang Shuo tonight? Why isn’t he passing?"
"This isn’t like him at all!"
Klopp found it very strange.
Normally, Wang Shuo would be all about quick give-and-go passing; he’d never showboat like this.
He was holding onto the ball for too long.
He was even missing the window of opportunity!
The Landes players probably even suspected that Wang Shuo was deliberately trying to humiliate them.
Dribbling from left to right, then back from right to left.
’What’s his deal?’
’Thinks he’s so amazing dribbler?’
Sure enough, the Landes players all sward over, cornering Wang Shuo.
Just then, Wang Shuo suddenly laid the ball off to an unmarked Kael, who was making a run from behind.
"Forward!" Wang Shuo yelled.
In truth, he didn’t need to shout. Kael had already noticed Reus up ahead, poised to strike.
The mont Wang Shuo shouted, Kael knew he wanted to help Reus score.
So, after receiving the ball, Kael took one touch and imdiately sent a ground pass forward.
Reus made his forward run in the sa instant.
In that mont, the look Reus gave Wang Shuo was filled with gratitude.
He believed Wang Shuo had deliberately drawn five defenders to himself just to create such a wide-open opportunity for him.
’Thank you, Wang Shuo!’
’I’ll treat you to two als!’
Completely unmarked, Reus ran onto Kael’s pass, controlled it with one touch, slotted it ho, and GOAL!!
The young Dortmund player was so excited he leaped into the air, turned, and sprinted off the pitch.
He was seen sprinting towards a specific section of the stands, celebrating directly with the fans there.
Needless to say, his family must have been sitting in that section.
Wang Shuo quickly ran after him.
"Beautiful goal, Marco!"
Wang Shuo raised both hands, high-fived Reus, and gave him a hug.
"Thank you, Wang! I really scored!"
Wang Shuo saw sothing glistening on Reus’s face, but he couldn’t tell if it was tears or sweat.
Everyone ran over to celebrate with Reus.
The Dortmund youth academy product had scored a goal in his very first ho ga since rejoining the team.
"How does it feel? Having over 60,000 fans at Westfalen Stadium cheering for you?"
Wang Shuo asked loudly as he followed Reus.
Reus couldn’t stop grinning. "One word: aweso!"
"Keep an eye on my signals. I’ll try to set you up for another one later!"
Wang Shuo said, raising an eyebrow at Reus.
At that mont, Reus had the sudden urge to run over and kiss Wang Shuo.
’He’s an incredible teammate!’
This was Reus’s first ho debut, but wasn’t it Wang Shuo’s as well?
...
In reality, Reus had no idea that after the first leg, Wang Shuo already had a full grasp of Landes’s strength.
In his opinion, when the whole team was building its offense around him, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to score.
And sure enough, just seven minutes after Reus’s goal, Wang Shuo received a pass from Kuba in an open space upfield, executed a beautiful knock-on-and-run, and nutgged the Landes holding midfielder.
After catching up to the ball at blistering speed just outside the penalty area, Wang Shuo used a series of feints to shake off center-back Flieberger, broke into the right side of the box, and fired a shot into the net.
2-0!
All 60,000-plus fans in Westfalen Stadium were chanting Wang Shuo’s na!
’Mm, this feeling is pretty addictive.’
’But Wang Shuo still missed the feeling of a crowd of over 80,000.’
Unfortunately, for European competitions, UEFA requires all stadiums to be all-seaters, so Westfalen Stadium’s capacity was reduced to just over 66,000.
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