Chapter 333: Chapter 78: Combo Skill! Beating 3 Men! Is That Really Wang Shuo? Making the Coach a Figurehead? Juicy Gossip on Klopp, Guaranteed

In the past, in such a rushed situation, he would have felt powerless.

But now?

A thought flashed through his mind, and all the strength in his body converged on his right foot. Through precise control of his muscles and joints, the power traveled unimpeded through his connective tissues with almost no loss.

Ultimately, it all gathered in his right foot before being transferred to the ball in a powerful strike.

The ball rocketed off his foot at incredible speed.

To the stunned disbelief of Mackenna, Muhammad, and Mondragon, the ball flew into the right side of Cologne’s goal before they could even react.

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"

"In the 28th minute, Dortmund has broken through and scored against Cologne!"

"A long shot from Wang Shuo!"

"A long shot from outside the box!"

"If I’m not mistaken, this is Wang Shuo’s first-ever goal from a long shot outside the box!"

"Absolutely incredible!"

When Wang Shuo unleashed that long shot and watched it fly into the goal, he himself couldn’t believe it.

From Mainz to Dortmund, he had constantly been working on his strength training.

He spent more time in the gym than anyone.

His physical fitness had clearly improved, but it still wasn’t enough.

His physicality was still a notch below, especially compared to the local German players.

Wang Shuo had practiced long shots and had even attempted them in matches, but they never felt fluid.

Either they went wide, were saved by the goalkeeper, or lacked power.

Everyone around him told him this was normal.

He was only 19!

But now, Wang Shuo suddenly discovered that it wasn’t that he lacked strength.

It was just that in the past, he didn’t know how to use it. Or rather, the transfer of power within his body wasn’t smooth enough, with too many obstacles and too much loss.

But like just now, when the power transfer was unimpeded, his long shots could be just as powerful and forceful!

At this thought, Wang Shuo let out an excited roar, spun around, and took off running.

Behind him, Muhammad and Mackenna both wore looks of utter disbelief.

The two Cologne center-backs looked at each other, stunned.

’Was that really Wang Shuo?’

...

"Wow, a long shot from outside the box!"

Klopp was stunned, his jaw dropped so wide you could fit two fists in it.

It wasn’t just him. Behind him, Buvac, Krawietz, and the others also stared in disbelief at Wang Shuo, who was sprinting across the pitch to celebrate before being tackled to the grass by his teammates.

"This kid... he really is..."

Klopp was suddenly at a loss for words to describe his star pupil.

He had watched Wang Shuo’s journey every step of the way—from the first time he saw him play for Mainz U19 to the first team, from the 2nd Bundesliga to the Bundesliga, from Mainz to Dortmund.

When others were sleeping, he was already training.

When others were resting, he was putting in extra work alone.

When others finished training and headed home, he was still training.

When others went on vacation, he was still training.

He was like a training maniac!

But his effort and his perseverance, his relentless training, were well-known at both Mainz and Dortmund. Everyone respected him for it!

That’s why Klopp had said that if the captain’s armband were given to Shahin or Hummels, some players would have complained.

But with Wang Shuo, everyone would accept it without question!

Through this long-term, unremitting training, Wang Shuo continuously improved his abilities.

He started with only speed and grew step by step.

Now, even his body was starting to get noticeably stronger!

"You know, I’ve never really been a fan of that one-track-minded, ’just train blindly’ approach."

Assistant coach Zeliko Buvac appeared behind Klopp, equally amazed.

"I’ve always believed that football is a game for intelligent players. You have to use your brain, be creative, be imaginative."

"But now, watching Wang Shuo blast that long shot, I’m suddenly thinking, how the hell did that kid manage to turn a perfectly ordinary long shot into something so thrilling?"

Klopp heard this and laughed. "That’s willpower!"

"I’ve always felt that the charm of football isn’t just about ball control and technique, but even more so, willpower!"

Klopp didn’t do his signature fist pumps this time, but he turned his head and grinned at Buvac.

"That’s why, back when we were playing, I had way more female fans than you!"

Peter Krawietz’s eyes lit up when he heard this.

’Holy shit, there’s gossip like this from their Mainz days?’

’The rugged-looking Klopp was actually more popular with the female fans than the team’s core midfielder, Zeliko Buvac?’

’That’s a complete reversal of what I’d expect!’

But before Klopp could finish his posturing, Buvac brought him crashing back to reality.

"Oh really? Because I seem to recall you being the only single guy on the team. Couldn’t even find a date for parties?"

Krawietz almost fell over.

’Wait, that happened?’

"You’re lying, I wasn’t!"

"Should I give Kramny a call? See who it was back then who shamelessly pestered him for help finding a girlfriend?"

Klopp immediately deflated.

"Fine, say whatever you want. I can’t be bothered to argue with you, hmph!"

Krawietz looked at Klopp walking away, then back at Buvac, and suddenly realized, ’This gossip is the real deal!’

...

When all twelve pentagonal faces of the Ball God System lit up, Wang Shuo started to realize the immense potential it held.