The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills-Chapter 264 - 68: UEFA Europa League, Advancing! Lewan, See You in the Premier League! Wang Shuo’s Number One Fanboy! A Resonance of Kinship
Owomoyela collected the ball on the right flank, about thirty meters from the Lech Poznan goal, and took a brief pause.
Wang Shuo immediately pulled out of the penalty box, running into space to the right of the arc to receive a pass.
As the ball arrived at his feet, Wang Shuo didn’t wait for the defender to get tight. He took a touch with the inside of his right foot, spinning and accelerating in one fluid motion.
He had just burst forward when he chopped the ball with his right foot, dodging a tackle from the defender in front of him, then immediately chopped it back with his left, evading another.
"A beautiful croqueta!!"
Wang Shuo’s movements were incredibly fast. He burst into the box with the ball and, one-on-one with the goalkeeper, calmly fired a shot with his right foot, sending it into the back of the Lech Poznan net once more.
2-0!
After the goal, Wang Shuo once again ran off the pitch in an excited celebration.
Behind him, back outside the Lech Poznan box, Lewandowski stared in utter shock at Wang Shuo’s retreating figure.
’If the first goal was a poacher’s finish in front of the net, I could do that too under the same circumstances,’ Lewandowski thought to himself.
But this second goal was something Lewandowski knew he couldn’t replicate.
That first touch with his right foot to escape his marker, flowing seamlessly into a smooth croqueta.
It had allowed Wang Shuo to bypass three defenders in a single move.
But the key was Wang Shuo’s speed. It was just too fast!
Lewandowski knew the abilities of his Lech Poznan teammates perfectly well.
But he never imagined Wang Shuo would be *this* good.
He went past them as easily as crossing a quiet street in Poznan early in the morning!
...
The match ended with a final score of 3-0.
In the second half, Kuba added another goal for Dortmund.
The Polish international was especially lively playing against a team from his home country.
And Kuba’s goal came from an assist by Wang Shuo.
Lewandowski was filled with nothing but admiration.
"Wang, that was an amazing performance!"
As soon as the match ended, Lewandowski was the first one to run over to Wang Shuo.
He was already taking off his jersey as he ran, ready to swap with Wang Shuo.
It was as if he was afraid someone else would get to him first.
"Keep up the hard work. You can do it too," Wang Shuo said with an encouraging smile.
"I can’t. My movements aren’t that quick, and my physique isn’t anything special. I’m short, skinny, and don’t have much strength. The only thing I have is decent speed, but even that is nothing compared to yours."
As he said this, Lewandowski’s expression darkened.
Clearly, Wang Shuo’s brace had left a significant impression on the young Pole.
Most importantly, it had shown him the gap between them.
And he was two years older than Wang Shuo.
"You know, the one thing I heard most growing up was that someone from Poland could never make it big."
Wang Shuo paused. The first thing that came to his mind was history.
But he didn’t dwell on the topic. Instead, he smiled, clapped Lewandowski on the shoulder, and said encouragingly, "That’s your challenge!"
"Challenge?"
"Exactly. If you were born with the strongest body, the fastest speed, and the best skills, would you still have any motivation to improve?"
Lewandowski didn’t answer.
"Your country, Poland, has at least made it to the World Cup, even reached the semi-finals. But my home country has never even played in the World Cup finals. And you’re in economically developed Europe."
Wang Shuo pointed to himself. "And look at me. I’m 1.8 meters tall, a little shorter than you. I’m even weaker than you in physical challenges, and I don’t have much strength either. To this day, the favorite tactic of Bundesliga defenders marking me is to just overpower me physically."
’For Lewandowski to call himself short and skinny... that was a bit of a humblebrag.’
’The guy’s athletic genes were clearly top-notch.’
’His physique might not be considered imposing among Western Europeans, but compared to me, he was definitely the stronger one.’
"And when it comes to football, I hadn’t even seen a real soccer ball before I was ten..."
Wang Shuo left it at that.
’I’m trying to tell him, don’t you dare play the victim in front of me.’
’Because you have no right!’
Lewandowski was truly stunned.
Especially when he remembered the stories about how Wang Shuo had come to Germany from China and failed trials with eighteen different teams.
’Anyone else would have broken down long ago.’
"So, I see it as a challenge," Wang Shuo continued. "It drives me to keep pushing forward." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
"I’m going to prove it to everyone!"
’Prove what?’
Wang Shuo didn’t elaborate.
But Lewandowski could feel his determination.
"Keep at it. I hope we’ll have the chance to face each other on the pitch again!" Wang Shuo extended his hand once more.
Lewandowski reached out with both hands and shook Wang Shuo’s hand solemnly.
"Thank you for telling me all this, Wang. I’m going to the Premier League next season. We’ll definitely see each other again!"
’Ever since his father passed away, no one had ever given him advice like this.’
’Not even his agent.’
’So for all these years, he had worked hard at his game, but deep down, he always felt lost.’
’He played for the sake of playing, and besides football, he had no idea what else to do.’
But now, Wang Shuo’s words had cleared away all the fog in his mind.
His resolve hardened!
Wang Shuo, however, had no idea what was going through Lewandowski’s mind.
He was just thinking how strange it was.
’Europeans really do have it easier.’
’A rookie from the Polish league is heading to the Premier League next season?’
’When the time was right, I would definitely leave the Bundesliga too.’
’That was a certainty!’
’The Bundesliga was already great, but as I grew stronger, I would inevitably want more.’
