The roar from the entire stadium brought the match to its final climax.
Especially as the final whistle drew near, the fans’ cheers grew louder and louder.
The mont referee Kircher blew the final whistle, all the fans shot up from their seats, applauding and cheering with all their might.
The chant of "BVB" resounded throughout Westfalen Stadium!
At that mont, Wang Shuo’s entire body finally relaxed.
He hadn’t felt it just a mont ago, but now that the match was over, a wave of exhaustion washed over him.
He looked up at the score on the big screen: 5–4!
Then, a wave of unprecedented pride washed over him.
Reus was the first to approach Wang Shuo, giving a powerful hug to the man he saw as their "true leader."
Wang Shuo hugged him back.
The rest of their teammates quickly gathered around them.
Especially the captain, Weidenfeller.
Head coach Klopp also walked onto the pitch.
He went to each player, shaking their hands and hugging them.
When it was Wang Shuo’s turn, Uncle Mustache pulled him straight into a hug, slapping him hard on the back.
"Well done, Wang!"
’I know, I know! Go easy, I’m fragile!’ Wang Shuo thought.
Klopp and Weidenfeller led the whole team toward the legendary South Stand.
This was the starting point of Dortmund’s ritual to thank the fans.
When they walked to the front of the stand and lined up, the Dortmund fans in the South Stand once again chanted "BVB" in unison.
The fans in the stands jumped and shouted, releasing all their pent-up emotion.
Wang Shuo got the feeling that this stadium was their sanctuary, a place to unleash all their emotions.
The Ruhr District used to be a mining area, but it had now fallen into decline.
Economically, it was far from prosperous compared to places like Munich, Hamburg, or Frankfurt.
But no matter how difficult their lives were, no matter how much they were struggling, once they stepped into Westfalen Stadium, they could let it all out without a care.
Dortmund was the embodint of these people’s will on the football pitch.
They were one.
This derby was a victory for them over the affluent regions represented by Munich.
There was also a very obvious contrast: so fans in the other stands left right after the match ended.
They didn’t even wait for the players to co to the sidelines to thank them.
But the more than 20,000 fans in the South Stand were all still there!
Klopp clearly adored this group of fans as well, so he was constantly pumping his fists on the sideline, shouting toward the fans in the stands.
And the fans in the South Stand enthusiastically responded in kind.
Perhaps the reason Klopp chose Dortmund in the first place was because of this group of passionate fans!
After the players had shown their appreciation and were about to head to the other stands, the fans in the South Stand suddenly began to chant in unison.
"Wang Shuo!"
"Wang Shuo!!"
"Wang Shuo!!!"
And they were chanting it in Chinese.
Although their pronunciation wasn’t perfect, Wang Shuo didn’t recognize it at first.
"They’re chanting your na," Klopp said with a smile, nudging Wang Shuo.
Only then did Wang Shuo realize, and he was instantly touched.
Just now, although the whole stadium had been chanting his na, they had used German and had only chanted "Wang."
But this ti, they were using Chinese and chanting "Wang Shuo."
Even though the pronunciation was far from standard, Wang Shuo was truly and deeply moved.
He stepped out from the line of players, bowed deeply to the fans in the South Stand, and then raised his right fist high in the air.
This was his promise to these fans!
He would definitely help Dortmund achieve success!
The fans in the stands chanted Wang Shuo’s na even more fervently, even more loudly.
"You little rascal, you really are charming. You’re well-liked wherever you go!"
Klopp said to Wang Shuo, a hint of envy in his voice.
"What can I say? I’m handso. Everyone says I’m the Beckham of the Bundesliga."
In front of Klopp, Wang Shuo didn’t need to hold back and could joke around freely.
The ntion of Beckham jogged Klopp’s mory.
It reminded him of the first goal earlier.
’Damn it,’ he thought. ’I really thought you were running over to celebrate with . And here I was, moved to tears.’
’Turns out you were running off to find your Victoria.’
"Hmph, let tell you, your type of look isn’t popular here in Germany. We Germans like them burly and strong."
’Like you?’
Wang Shuo scoffed inwardly.
’Even Bayern thinks you’re too scruffy, and you have the gall to say that?’
But when they walked over to the main stand, they found that many people had left. Lina Gerk, however, was standing there, waving at Wang Shuo from behind a barrier.
The surrounding Dortmund players all looked at Lina Gerk with envy, then back at Wang Shuo, and their hearts broke all over again.
This made Wang Shuo smugly raise an eyebrow at Klopp.
’See? Your goddess likes !’ he thought, then went to greet her.
Klopp looked as if he’d just swallowed a fly.
"How is this little brat getting more and more annoying?" Klopp complained to Buvac, who was next to him.
Buvac laughed. "Because he’s genuinely more handso than you!"
Klopp was utterly defeated!
...
Dortmund narrowly beats Bayern 5-4 at ho!
Bayern’s Nesis, Wang Shuo, scores another hat trick!
This news spread rapidly throughout Germany the mont the match ended.
Everyone was stunned by the result.
5–4!
Nine goals scored in a single match!
It was simply outrageous!
But shortly after, Bild imdiately published a post-match report, comnting on the ga at Westfalen Stadium.
"This is absolutely the most exciting, classic showdown not just of this season, but of the last two or three seasons of the Bundesliga!"
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