Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Playing in your own country makes it easier for Conte to come and watch your matches.

Thinking of this, Ranocchia cursed "damn Ossilio" in his heart again!

At this moment, a man wearing an Inter jersey walked over nervously, "Captain, can I take a photo with you?"

Ranocchia finally cracked a smile.

"Sure, but don't call me captain anymore, I am no longer your captain."

The fan obviously learned from the recent news that Ranocchia was going to Manchester United, but still said to him:

"No matter where you go, you'll always be our captain! Thanks for the four years at Inter!"

After taking the photo, the fan thanked him and left.

Ranocchia saw his back, and realized he was wearing Tang Long's number 99 jersey.

Seeing this, the tall man suddenly felt a pang of sadness and sighed.

"Tang is leaving, I'm leaving too, and other teammates are gone! Whether Tang goes to Chelsea or Manchester City, we'll be opponents on the field from now on, sigh, I wish I could go to Manchester City too."

After checking in and handling baggage, Ranocchia took his wife and child to security, then walked to the boarding gate.

[16:25]

"Pazza Inter amala——"

The phone rang, the ringtone was the Inter team song he's used for four years.

Seeing it was Ossilio, he answered grumpily, "What's up, speak!"

"My dear captain, where are you now?"

"I'm at the airport."

"Airport? Which airport, where are you going?"

"Benevento Airport, I'm heading to Manchester United for a medical, about to board, I won't talk now." Ranocchia said irritably upon hearing his voice.

"What? So soon, can you slow down? You don't need to go to Manchester United." Ossilio's pace quickened upon hearing Ranocchia was about to board.

"Why?"

"Because I sold you to a more suitable team for you."

At this, Ranocchia was about to explode!

If his daughter wasn't just beside him, he really wanted to curse in Italian.

"Ossilio! I'm a person, not some bag of chips you're just throwing around! I spent all night packing with my family, I already rented a house in Manchester in advance, my wife even contacted the international school there, I haven't slept well these days because of all this!"

"I've done all this, now my flight is in 30 minutes and you're telling me I don't need to go to Manchester? Are you treating me like a monkey in front of the cathedral?"

The other end of the call was silent for a few seconds, then a laugh came through.

Ranocchia's talk of monkeys refers to the Gypsies who perform monkey tricks in front of the Milan cathedral.

It's a tourist spot, crowded with visitors, where the wandering Gypsies gather, using funny monkey tricks to amuse people, hoping for euros as rewards.

"Listen, Ranocchia, your flight won't be canceled, you're still flying to Manchester, but not United, it's City." Ossilio said, stifling laughter.

Ranocchia halted, "City? Not United, why did it change?"

At Inter Milan Club, a man took over Ossilio's call.

"Hello Ranocchia, I'm Belgistan, the Chief Operating Officer of Manchester City, to cut a long story short, here's my offer."

"Five-year contract, we talk weekly salary here, if converted to your usual tax-free annual salary in Italy, it's 4 million euros a year, as I know it's 500,000 more than Manchester United's offer."

On the other end, Ranocchia stayed silent.

He was unwilling to tear up the draft contract with Manchester United just for a mere 500,000 euros difference.

After all, his salary at Inter was only 2.5 million euros post-tax, Manchester United offered 3.5 million, which was quite an improvement.

It would seem untrustworthy.

"By the way, which school will your daughter attend?" Seeing no response, Belgistan continued to ask.

"Manchester Carmel International Kindergarten," Ranocchia glanced at his wife, "My family said this is the best kindergarten in Manchester."

"No, no, no, you're mistaken, your daughter is only four, she's too young for that place, she should go to Julia Bella Kindergarten, it's a private one in northern Manchester, run by Italians, only Italian kids are allowed, she will surely find many new friends there."

Ranocchia was shocked, he didn't expect Manchester City's executive to discuss his daughter's kindergarten, and he gripped the phone tighter.

"Also, your wife has an Italian NPF3 nurse certificate, which is mutually recognized in the UK, I can assist with the paperwork, how is her English?"

"Not bad, basic communication skills, you're asking because..." Ranocchia was puzzled, how does this guy even know my wife is a nurse?

"Give me six months, I'll hire the best private English tutor in the UK to provide professional guidance, ensuring her English reaches IELTS 8.0 or above. Then, I'll use my connections to arrange her to work as a nurse at Manchester Central Hospital, how does that sound?"

Ranocchia was completely stunned!

His girlfriend's situation is quite unique.

Childhood sweetheart, not some run-of-the-mill supermodel.

Despite her boyfriend's high salary, she still insists on working as a nurse.