The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills-Chapter 179 - 56: Three-Game Winning Streak! 1.2x Speed Marseille Turn! Finding the Next Ronaldo! Wang Shuo, You’re My Daddy

Chapter 179: Chapter 56: Three-Game Winning Streak! 1.2x Speed Marseille Turn! Finding the Next Ronaldo! Wang Shuo, You’re My Daddy

Jermaine Jones naturally stuck close, but it was Wang Shuo who held the initiative, leaving the American midfielder a step behind.

This gave Wang Shuo an extremely brief window to receive the ball.

The moment the ball arrived at his feet was precisely when Jermaine Jones closed in.

Wang Shuo had been observing all along, constantly analyzing the situation.

He had already judged the timing of Jermaine Jones’s approach perfectly. Before his opponent could get tight on him, he trapped the ball and spun, just like a spinning top, making a half-circle around the lunging Jermaine Jones.

"A Marseille Turn!!" the TV commentator cried out in astonishment.

And it was a Marseille Turn at 1.2x speed!

After turning, Wang Shuo immediately surged forward with the ball.

Jermaine Jones’s reactions were also incredibly fast, and he was just as agile in turning.

The moment Wang Shuo got around him, he immediately spun around and gave chase.

His first instinct was to reach out with his hand.

But the yellow card he’d received just before halftime flashed through his mind.

’Damned son of a bitch!’

The American midfielder cursed under his breath.

Seeing there were still three or four defenders up ahead, he retracted his outstretched hand.

To him, it wasn’t worth risking a red card for a foul at this moment.

Since Jermaine Jones didn’t commit the foul, Wang Shuo didn’t hold back, immediately kicking into high gear.

At this moment, Schalke 04’s defensive line was still relatively intact.

Although Raphinha wasn’t back in position yet, he was sprinting for his life down the right flank to get back.

The center-back duo of Krstajic and Hewedes were in place, as was the defensive midfielder, Westman.

The left-back was also further away, marking Schürrle.

Wang Shuo faced three defenders.

Meanwhile, Schürrle was far over on the right touchline.

Hainauer, his closest teammate, was cut off by Westman.

And behind him, Jermaine Jones was in pursuit.

At this moment, Wang Shuo was truly trapped, with defenders blocking his path and a pursuer at his back.

But Wang Shuo was already at full speed.

He didn’t choose to go down the flank. Instead, he continued to cut diagonally from the left channel toward the Arc Top District, shouting to Hainauer as he did.

Hainauer immediately made a supporting run to Westman’s right, trying to draw the defenders’ attention.

But Wang Shuo continued his diagonal dribble toward the Arc Top District, picking up more and more speed.

Schalke 04’s defenders began to converge on him.

At this moment, the Schalke 04 defenders formed a pocket, intending to trap Wang Shuo inside and swarm him.

"He needs to pass!"

"Dribbling forward is a dead end!"

Even the TV commentator couldn’t help but offer Wang Shuo some "advice."

But Wang Shuo seemed to have never considered that option. He completely ignored the flanks, kept his head down, and continued to charge toward the center. He was like a man possessed, determined to smash right through them, come what may.

Of course, it also looked a bit like he was trying to draw a foul.

Jermaine Jones, right behind him, kept his hands to himself and just continued the pursuit relentlessly.

If Wang Shuo got caught in the pocket, the American would be the one to pull the drawstring tight.

It all happened in an instant.

In a flash, Wang Shuo had dribbled the ball to the edge of Schalke 04’s Arc Top District.

If time were to freeze at that moment, one would notice that while the Schalke 04 defenders had formed a pocket, their defensive line had also been completely compressed.

Wang Shuo had drawn the attention of three defenders—Westman, Hewedes, and Krstajic—and still had Jermaine Jones on his tail.

So, where was Hainauer?

The Hungarian midfielder’s forward run had taken him to Westman’s right, poised to dart in behind Hewedes at any moment.

This was very dangerous.

Therefore, Schalke 04’s left-back, Kobayashi, naturally had to tuck in closer to Hewedes to help cover the flank.

But this meant that Schürrle, whom Kobayashi had been marking, was now left completely unattended.

The young Mainz player was left all alone near the right corner of the penalty area, seemingly disconnected from the current attack.

In reality, however, Schürrle was lying in wait at the right corner of the penalty box, poised and ready for a pass from Wang Shuo.

According to the plan they had made before the match, Wang Shuo was supposed to pass him the ball.

But when Schürrle glanced over at the tightly surrounded Wang Shuo, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of anxiety.

’How could he possibly make that pass?’

Hainauer was another potential target, lurking on the right side of the Arc Top District and ready to make a run at any moment.

He was also waiting for Wang Shuo’s pass.

And he was even more aware of how incredibly difficult it would be to get a pass out of that situation.

Surrounded by three defenders, with Jermaine Jones still on his back...

’Could Wang Shuo really pull it off?’

’If he can, he’s a god!’

Meanwhile, the Schalke 04 defenders were determined to trap Wang Shuo, their stances rigid with anticipation.

Just as Wang Shuo was about to charge into their defensive zone, right at the moment of contact, he suddenly slowed, dipped his left shoulder, and feinted as if he were about to change direction and burst past Krstajic.

But who was Krstajic?

With three players closing in on Wang Shuo, he wasn’t the least bit afraid of him trying to cut further inside.

So, he took a step to cut off Wang Shuo’s path, forcing him back into their pre-set trap.

’You’re walking into this trap whether you want to or not!’

’There now, be a good boy. It won’t hurt. It’ll be over in a second!’

But Wang Shuo was too fast.

But bolstered by the dual effects of National Level [Swift] and [Coordination], and with [First Move] allowing him to anticipate Krstajic’s action, Wang Shuo planted his left foot to steady his center of gravity. His right foot then seized the fleeting opportunity, first nudging the ball.

A split second later, he met the ball again, this time gently flicking it up with the tip of his right boot.