The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills-Chapter 223 - 62: Hat-trick! Cruyff Turn! The Future 4th Superstar! The Anthem Rings and Mainz are Champions

Chapter 223: Chapter 62: Hat-trick! Cruyff Turn! The Future 4th Superstar! The Anthem Rings and Mainz are Champions

Beckenbauer smiled faintly.

"In the coming years, there will only be three superstars in world football: Ronaldo at Manchester United, Kaka at AC Milan, and Messi at Barça."

The three superstars were universally recognized.

Whether it was their image or their skill, they were the real deal.

"Ribery, whether in terms of image or personality, is ultimately a step below them, and he’s also a bit injury-prone."

"But if Wang Shuo can stay healthy and maintain his current rate of improvement, then I believe he has a real chance to become the fourth!"

Hennes and Rummenigge looked up at Beckenbauer in disbelief.

As both a player and a coach, Beckenbauer had been a world champion, securing countless achievements and honors that others could only dream of. That was why he was the Football Emperor!

They had always admired Beckenbauer’s eye for talent.

’If that’s true, how much would Wang Shuo be worth?’

’It was unimaginable!’ 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Because Wang Shuo came from China, with the whole of Asia behind him!

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After Wang Shuo’s hat-trick, Klinsmann made two substitutions at once.

Podolski came on for Altıntop.

Van Bitten replaced Oddo.

After the substitutions, Lahm moved to the right flank.

Bayern Munich switched to a three-man backline, changing to a 3-4-3 formation.

It was a signal that they were going all-out on the attack!

Mainz, on the other hand, began to fall back and organize their defense.

All of Germany knew that Klopp’s teams could only maintain their high-intensity running for sixty minutes at most.

After the sixty-minute mark, their running capacity would drop significantly.

So, it was perfectly normal for Mainz to be falling back now.

And so, the game became completely one-sided.

But Mainz didn’t just blindly retreat into their own penalty area. They set up a tight defensive formation in their own half, repelling Bayern’s attacks time and again outside the box.

In the 73rd minute, Mainz made their first substitution.

Gunkel came on for Foyelner.

With this change, Mainz shifted into something resembling a 5-3-1-1 formation.

Lővér and Helle defended the flanks, while Hogland moved into the right center-back position.

The entire Mainz team showed unprecedented resilience.

Everyone was defending with one heart and one mind.

Hainauer also tracked back energetically into the midfield, at times defending very deep.

Meanwhile, Wang Shuo pressed Bayern’s three center-backs up front, doing his best to disrupt and obstruct their buildup from the back.

Every single player was giving their all.

The rain kept falling.

On the pitch, the Mainz players in their red kits never stopped.

They just kept running.

The rain washed away their sweat, but it couldn’t extinguish the flame burning in each of their hearts.

That was hope!

They were a group of unheralded players.

Foyelner came from the Bayern youth academy but was considered a reject.

Hainauer and Lővér were from the small nation of Hungary.

Kalhan was from Slovenia.

Nowitzki was from Macedonia.

Pekovic was from Black Mountain.

Gunkel had German citizenship but was an immigrant from Côte d’Ivoire.

And then there was Wang Shuo, who came from China.

A country that had never appeared in the World Cup finals.

Before coming to Mainz, he had been rejected by eighteen clubs.

They were all nobodies from small countries, from deep in the mountains, from dense forests, from places of obscurity.

Perhaps tonight would be the most glorious moment of their entire lives.

Defeating Bayern would be the greatest Achievement of their lives!

This was their World Cup final!

This was their Champions League final!

So, every one of them was fighting desperately, giving everything they had!

In the Mainz stands, Marco Rose sat with the other Mainz players who hadn’t made the matchday squad.

With them were Subotic and his girlfriend, as well as former captain Friedrich.

Mainz was so hard-up they could barely find a few club legends.

Subotic and Friedrich were the biggest names they had.

And at that moment, as they watched their "teammates" fighting for their lives on the pitch, their eyes were all red.

This wasn’t just a final for the Mainz players on the pitch, on the bench, and in the stands!

It was a final for Subotic and Friedrich too!

"When you walk through a storm..."

"Hold your head up high..."

"And don’t be afraid of the dark..."

"At the end of a storm..."

"There’s a golden sky..."

"And the sweet silver song of a lark."

From the stands of the Olympic Stadium Berlin, the voices of the Mainz fans began to rise in song.

Growing louder and louder.

Before long, Marco Rose, Subotic, Friedrich, and the others had all joined in.

In the directors’ box, Mainz President Strutz, General Manager Heidel, and the rest were singing along too.

Soon, all the Mainz fans in the entire stadium were singing in unison.

"Walk on through the wind..."

"Walk on through the rain..."

"Though your dreams be tossed and blown..."

"Walk on, walk on..."

"With hope in your heart..."

"And you’ll never walk alone!"

"You’ll never walk alone!"

The song of the Mainz fans pierced the night, cut through the curtain of rain, and drifted into every corner of the Olympic Stadium Berlin.

They made sure that every single person here, and every fan watching the live broadcast around the world, heard their voices.

The Mainz players on the pitch fought with everything they had.

Time and again they fell onto the slick, muddy grass, and time and again they got back up.

When they heard their club anthem coming from the stands, a smile broke out on their faces, which were smeared with grass and mud.

In the next moment, they charged toward Bayern once more, without a hint of hesitation.