The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills-Chapter 95 - 44: Long-distance Raid! Reject Bayern? I’m Going to Outwork the World

It was only then that a collective gasp erupted from the Mainz fans throughout Bruch Road Stadium.

Everyone stared in disbelief at what had just transpired on the pitch.

In just a few short seconds, Wang Shuo had gone from tackling to scoring, completing a spectacular solo run!

Stunned silence descended upon the entire Bruch Road Stadium.

But in the next moment, over 20,000 Mainz fans erupted wildly from their seats.

"Wang Shuo!!"

"Wang Shuo!"

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!"

"IT'S IN!!!!"

"In the 84th minute, my God, Mainz's 17-year-old—uh, no, that's right, he just turned 18—the young Chinese talent Wang Shuo has breached the Bayern goal with a spectacular solo effort!"

"Absolutely incredible!"

"Bayern had a full five defenders back, but they still couldn't stop Wang Shuo from scoring!"

After tumbling to the ground, Wang Shuo rolled once inside Bayern's penalty area. Uninjured, he immediately scrambled back to his feet, roaring with excitement as he sprinted towards the sideline.

By the time he reached the sideline, he could hear the entire stadium chanting his name.

"Wang Shuo!"

Wang Shuo first shot his right fist into the air, then began waving both hands wildly.

"Let me hear you! Louder!"

The Mainz fans roared with even greater fervor.

No one is born to enjoy being humiliated!

No one is born inferior!

And certainly, no one is willing to be humiliated like this by an opponent on their own home turf!

Even a worm will turn!

And besides, Mainz were never cowards!

"AHHH!!!"

Wang Shuo clenched his fists with all his might, gritting his teeth as he roared at the fans in the stands.

Then, he spun around, his eyes glaring at his approaching teammates without saying a word.

But everyone was swept up in his fervor.

This was football.

Sometimes, it's a vicious foul. Sometimes, it's a brilliant goal. Sometimes, it can be just a single word or a single look that can ignite the morale of everyone around you!

'We're taking the fight to Bayern!'

Wang Shuo was running on pure adrenaline.

And the rest of the Mainz players were right there with him.

This was especially true for Subotic, who had been utterly dismantled by Luca Tony all game.

He prided himself on being one of the top young center-backs in the Bundesliga, but against Luca Tony, he had been thoroughly routed.

Just as he was losing heart, Wang Shuo's goal gave him a glimmer of hope.

Then there was Foyelner.

He was a product of the Bayern youth academy, and his greatest dream had once been to play for the senior team.

But ultimately, he hadn't made the cut.

Like every player who leaves a major club's academy, he hoped to one day prove them wrong on the pitch—to make the club, and the world, see what they had missed.

Losing wasn't the scary part!

What was scary was not even daring to dream of victory!

"We'll take the fight to Bayern!"

"FIGHT!"

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Klopp stared, dumbfounded, at the scene unfolding before him.

It felt both familiar and yet utterly new.

He never would have imagined that Wang Shuo, at a moment like this, could deliver such a stunning surprise.

"So this is that 'five percent' you're always talking about, isn't it?" Kramny asked, visibly moved.

'Only five percent, but the most special and most indispensable part.'

In front of the visiting team's dugout, Klinsmann was equally stunned.

Wang Shuo's long-range solo run filled him with rage.

Because this spectacular goal, scored in a moment of desperation, would completely overshadow a Bayern victory!

After this match, Wang Shuo's goal would be the only thing anyone remembered.

Even if Bayern won by three goals, or even more, they would just be a footnote to his brilliance.

So he stormed to the edge of the pitch, about to unleash a furious tirade at his players to vent his frustration.

But just then, he heard the defiant roars from the Mainz players.

For some reason, a terrible feeling, almost a sense of dread, washed over him.

It was precisely because he had been a player—because he was the Golden Bomber, Klinsmann—that he understood better than anyone the immense impact of Wang Shuo's goal, and his subsequent celebration, on the Mainz players.

'Is this damn Chinese player really only eighteen?'

"Get your heads in the game! Stay composed!" Ultimately, Klinsmann refrained from shouting at his players.

He knew what his team was about to face.

Calm and reason told him this was not the time for blame or infighting.

That could all wait until after the match.

Meanwhile, in the chairman's box, Uli Hennes was utterly floored.

He himself had been an attacker in his playing days—a 1.8-meter-tall right-winger.

So he knew better than most just how difficult a goal like Wang Shuo's was to score.

Especially a comeback strike like that, born from desperation.

That was the kind of immense potential that only explodes when you're pushed into a corner with no way out.

Scoring this goal would elevate Wang Shuo's entire career to a new level.

It wasn't just about the impact of the goal itself, but also the immense boost it would give to his confidence and his belief in his own abilities.

"Wolfgang, we've still underestimated this kid," Hennes muttered to himself.

In the reports from Bayern's chief scout, the praise for Wang Shuo had already been exceptionally high.

Inside Bayern's sporting department, some had even suspected Dreimler of taking a bribe. Otherwise, how could he hype up a player not yet eighteen to such a degree?

But now, Hennes felt that even that had been an underestimation.

Wang Shuo's rate of growth and his unfathomable potential far exceeded anything Hennes and Dreimler had anticipated.