The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills-Chapter 210 - 60: Disruptive Upgrade! Mainz’s Most Powerful Weapon! You’re Actually a Girl? We’re Going to Topple Bayern
But this time was different.
Today in Berlin, red belonged to Mainz. Bayern’s colors were black or white.
The deep-pocketed Bayern had always made it a habit to have two away kits.
The white one was for their campaign in Europe, while within Germany, they would continue to wear their black jerseys.
Some said this was just a ploy for Bayern to sell more jerseys.
But Bayern’s fans scoffed at the idea.
Because for them, this season’s Bayern jerseys were all must-have collector’s items.
Klinsmann?
No, no, no. It was because the stars above the team crest on the left chest of this season’s Bayern jerseys had increased from three to four.
After winning the Bundesliga title last season, Bayern had reached a historic 20 Bundesliga championships!
Anyone paying close attention would have easily discovered that on the streets of Berlin, the number of people wearing red jerseys was indeed less than the number wearing black or white ones.
This mirrored the odds offered by the major European betting companies before the match.
11-to-1.
Almost no one favored Mainz.
Before the match, various Bayern legends also came forward one after another to be interviewed by the media.
They all unanimously expressed their confidence in Bayern, certain that Klinsmann would be able to step down from his coaching position with dignity, a DFB-Pokal trophy in hand.
At yesterday’s pre-match press conference, when Klinsmann announced the 18-man squad, he also stated that he was determined to win this trophy.
The Bayern stars also came out to voice their similar sentiments.
This further solidified the public’s confidence in Bayern.
On Mainz’s side, no legends came forward to build momentum, and the players weren’t giving interviews.
Head coach Klopp also expressed complete confidence during his pre-match press conference.
But who would believe him?
The German media would have left no stone unturned to find out every detail about the hotel Bayern was staying at.
But as for which hotel Mainz was staying in, they knew nothing.
In the afternoon, it suddenly started to rain in Berlin.
The original forecast had been for a cloudy day.
No one expected the rain to continue all the way into the evening.
When Wang Shuo and his teammates arrived at the Olympic Stadium Berlin for their pre-match warm-up, a light drizzle was still falling from the sky, drenching every one of them.
The pitch was also a bit slick and muddy.
During the warm-up, Wang Shuo did a quick series of sprints from end to end along the side of the pitch and found the conditions weren’t too bad.
The stadium was built in 1934, but it had undergone two renovations and reconstructions for the 1974 and 2006 World Cups, so its facilities were quite good overall.
The light drizzle was actually not so bad. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
While the team was warming up, Wang Shuo had Foyelner send in some crosses from the wing for him to practice trapping the ball.
After upgrading his [Ball Sense] from National Level to Intercontinental Level, he found that his touch on the ball was more sensitive and his neural reaction speed was faster.
Whenever the ball came to him, at any time and under any circumstances, he could instantly figure out how to control it or how to shoot.
It was a wondrous feeling.
Just like this time: Foyelner’s cross came in, the surface of the ball slick and wet with water, but Wang Shuo still trapped it dead in an instant, then set up for a shot.
"Nice trap!"
His surrounding teammates burst into applause.
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While Mainz warmed up on the pitch, droves of unfamiliar fans appeared in the stands of the Olympic Stadium Berlin.
They were all from China!
Wang Shuo’s agent, Thomas Essien, and Mainz U19 player Zhao Yifan were responsible for meeting them outside, giving them their tickets, and leading them into the Olympic Stadium.
As they appeared in the stands, they happened to see Wang Shuo’s brilliant ball trap.
And the enthusiastic applause that followed.
"Whoa, we got here just in time for the good stuff!"
"Wang Shuo looks like he’s in great form!"
"Even though they’re up against Bayern, I think Mainz still has a chance."
"Let’s go, Wang Shuo!!"
Down on the pitch, the warming-up Wang Shuo heard the shouts from the lower stands. He smiled and waved at them.
This immediately sent another wave of excitement through his fellow countrymen.
It was previously said there would be around 150 people, but in reality, the number exceeded 180.
Later, Wang Shuo had to ask a lot of people and managed to scrape together enough tickets with great difficulty.
Then, using his official connections at Mainz, he communicated with the local fan club to consolidate the tickets, which were originally scattered across multiple sections, into one block.
"Yifan, I heard you’re doing well with the U19s."
"Yeah, Zhao Yifan, we’ve even seen reports about you back in China."
"You gotta keep it up!"
It was like meeting old friends in a foreign land.
Zhao Yifan was happy too, nodding repeatedly. "Honestly, it’s mainly because Wang Shuo helped me so much. My current teammates are all his friends, so as soon as I arrived, he introduced me around."
"Oh, and see that guy sitting over there? That’s Thomas Tuchel, our U19 head coach. He and Wang Shuo are really close too."
"Without Wang Shuo, I don’t even know what kind of pathetic mess I’d be in."
Zhao Yifan’s words made everyone fall silent for a moment.
Last year, Wang Shuo had come to Germany all by himself, trying out for 19 different teams. His situation was truly terrible.
But in the end, he had struggled and clawed his way out, step by step, all on his own.
Now things were better. Wang Shuo had made a name for himself and was now helping his compatriots come up as well.
This made all the fans who had come to the stadium admire Wang Shuo even more.
"Hey, by the way, have you guys seen Old Cao?"
