The match kicked off with Suarez imdiately firing a long-range shot from the left side, just outside the penalty area.
The Uruguayan striker, a complete contrast to the smiling, cheerful image he had given Wang Shuo before the match, was incredibly focused and full of aggression.
Ajax didn’t play conservatively either, instead going on the offensive.
Clearly, Martin Jol was very familiar with Klopp’s coaching style, so he chose to strike first, hoping to create a threat against Dortmund by seizing an early advantage.
Just seven minutes in, Ajax launched an attack down the left flank.
Urby Emanuelson played a diagonal pass with his left foot for Suarez, who cut in from the left to receive it outside the box. Facing Owomoyela, he suddenly nutgged him, sending the ball between the Dortmund right-back’s legs and into the penalty area.
He quickly cut diagonally toward the byline inside the box, caught up to the ball after the nutg, and sent a cross in front of the goal.
Suleimani followed up at the far post and drilled a low, left-footed shot into Dortmund’s goal.
’Holy shit!’
Watching from the front as Ajax scored, Wang Shuo couldn’t help but be surprised by Suarez’s nutg.
Wang Shuo knew how good Owomoyela was.
In that goal, Wang Shuo truly saw the unique, unpredictable flair of South Arican players—it was sothing special!
After taking the lead, Ajax didn’t quit while they were ahead; instead, they pressed their advantage.
Not long after, Van der Wiel sent in a cross from the right, and the forward de Jong headed it just wide of the goal.
In the 16th minute, Ajax created another threat up front.
During a fast break after winning the ball, Suarez once again forced his way past Owomoyela and cut into the box. His shot with the outside of his boot hit the side netting.
This wave of fast-paced, aggressive offense from Ajax right after kickoff had the visiting Dortmund team in disarray.
In terms of strength, Dortmund had the upper hand.
But being attacked so fiercely from the start had certainly put them on the back foot.
This was a taste of their own dicine.
Wang Shuo now understood how Bayern Munich must have felt at the Allianz Arena, being left dazed and confused by Dortmund’s attack.
It wasn’t until the 18th minute that Dortmund created a chance. Reus won a corner on the left flank, which Subotic then headed wide of the goal.
Although it wasn’t a real threat, it was still Dortmund’s first shot of the match.
After that, Dortmund began to find their footing.
The Bumblebees knew this opening blitz tactic better than anyone.
After their initial onslaught, Ajax also needed to catch their breath.
And just then, having stabilized, Dortmund began to exert pressure.
As the match reached the 25th minute, Götze chipped a pass over the defense, sending the ball into the Ajax penalty area.
Wang Shuo made a quick run forward. As he and Alderweireld both went for the ball, Wang Shuo got to it first.
As a result, Alderweireld’s clearance kick struck Wang Shuo’s boot.
They both lost their balance at almost the sa ti and fell to the ground.
But as he was falling, Wang Shuo propped himself up with one hand and quickly hooked the ball back with his right foot, snatching it away just before Oleg could clear it.
This took both Oleg and Alderweireld by complete surprise.
’So fast!’
’He was falling, how could he still manage to get a foot out and hook the ball away?’
The next mont, Wang Shuo got up from the ground and knocked the ball forward.
At this point, Oleg hadn’t even had ti to turn around.
Wang Shuo unleashed a furious shot with his left foot.
It was a close-range blast, and with the defender’s body screening the view, the nearby goalkeeper, Stekelenburg, had no ti to react.
The ball slamd into the back of the net!
"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"
"In the 25th minute, Dortmund has equalized!"
"A goal from Wang Shuo!"
"It’s 1-1!"
After scoring, Wang Shuo imdiately turned and ran off the pitch, heading straight for the section of the stands where he had seen Shen Qinghe earlier.
As he leaped over the advertising hoardings at the side of the pitch, he happened to see the ball boy, de Ligt, staring at him, dumbfounded.
Wang Shuo gave him a quick smile and ran straight to the iron railing in front of the stands, pumping his fist and cheering excitedly at the fans.
There were so many fans, a dense crowd, that Wang Shuo couldn’t make out exactly where Shen Qinghe was.
But he was sure that Shen Qinghe could definitely see him!
Shen Qinghe saw him!
And she was excitedly shouting Wang Shuo’s na.
Just like she had at countless matches before.
Even though he couldn’t possibly hear her.
Even Shen Qinghe herself didn’t know why—when Wang Shuo already had a girlfriend—she still followed his every match, still couldn’t get him out of her mind.
But in that mont, as Wang Shuo ran to the sidelines, fulfilling his promise to celebrate the goal with her, she suddenly understood.
’Once you’ve seen a soaring eagle, it’s hard to ever notice a sparrow again.’
’Wang Shuo was the soaring eagle of her heart.’
’He fulfilled all her beautiful fantasies about a hero, about a man!’
More importantly, Shen Qinghe felt that Wang Shuo was addictive.
Watching his football matches too much could get you hooked!
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