Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

This time, both teams got slightly spirited.

After all, it's the final, with ten thousand people watching live and a mysterious reward.

Previously, everyone was just playing around, but this time, they must be more serious, at least not too lenient.

Tang Long partnered with Sterling in a one-two play, bypassing Iheanacho.

At this moment, because Otamendi was on the wing, he drew Delph away.

Tang Long had a one-on-one opportunity with Ranocchia!

"Beat him and score directly!" Otamendi shouted at the top of his lungs.

Ranocchia, already in position, lowered and retreated sideways.

He knew Tang Long had some speed, but not as fast as Sterling. Plus, with the small field, as long as he kept retreating and holding steady, he was confident Tang Long couldn't get past him. As for Tang Long's shot after advancing, it would depend on Hart's fate.

In the stands, Kompany said to Mangala, "Whoa! Look at the defensive posture of the Italian defender, just so cool, we should learn that too in the match!"

Mangala teased, "Is it the posture that's cool or the guy is just handsome? Forget it, we couldn't learn it even if we tried."

Just as Ranocchia planned his move, Tang Long did a feint, his body darting right!

The feint was a bicycle trick, both feet jumping over the ball, using body movement to deceive the opponent's center of gravity to achieve the purpose of getting past them.

Ranocchia had sparred with Tang Long many times in training last season at Inter, and he was very familiar with Tang Long's dribbling habits.

In response, he fully leveraged his advantage of long legs, taking a stride to block Tang Long's position before he could gain speed, ending the attack!

Ranocchia stood at 195 cm, two sizes larger in physique than Tang Long. As long as he blocked the position, Tang Long wouldn't have space to maneuver.

Who knew, Tang Long was only feinting!

Although his body lunged forward, his right foot did not touch the ball.

With Ranocchia's initial step, his center of gravity shifted, exposing just the flaw!

Only then did Tang Long touch the ball with his foot, pulling it back to reverse the direction, his vision directed to the left wing, passing it to Sterling.

Ranocchia was shocked, thinking he had predicted Tang Long's next move, but unexpectedly, Tang Long was a step ahead, predicting his next move instead!

The tall, leggy Ranocchia was unwilling to just concede in front of ten thousand fans.

Even while off-balance and losing center of gravity, he still used his long legs for a killer move—

Stationary back-step block!

Ranocchia suddenly stretched his left leg backwards forcefully.

The whole body kneeling on the ground, forming a bow shape.

This move was Ranocchia's defensive trump card, often used successfully in the Serie A matches.

Even while losing balance, leveraging his leg length, he still had a great chance to intercept the ball.

Unfortunately, Tang Long's actions were too smooth, and his pass was good enough that although Ranocchia's leg intercepted slightly and brushed the ball it still couldn't stop the football reaching Sterling smoothly.

Ranocchia shook his head helplessly, cursing internally. Fooled by this kid again, alas.

In the stands, Milner stomped his foot anxiously!

"What's going on? This Ranocchia can't be taking it easy just because Tang is his former teammate!"

But beside him, Manchester City captain Kompany remained silent.

As a defender, Kompany's height was similar to Ranocchia's.

He knew Ranocchia was not being lenient, the initial confrontation with Tang Long was at least using 80% of his match effort.

Especially the tall Italian central defender, kneeling back despite losing balance, utilizing his left leg for a bow interception!

The responsiveness and timing of the bow leg defense were executed perfectly, showing the strength of last season's Serie A best defender.

This maneuver indicated an intense desire for holding back the ball, it's impossible to do without such determination.

Watching that move, Kompany clearly understood, Ranocchia was diligently defending!

Yet, he couldn't stop Tang Long—at least not in this 1V1.

These defensive details and mental shifts, Milner as a forward couldn't comprehend.

Kompany thought to himself, having yet to square off against Tang Long in training, but just these few moves, especially the deceptive feint, showcased his impressive ball control!

Moreover, if he was in that situation, he might not have fared better than Ranocchia.

Kompany made a preliminary conclusion; Tang Long's dribbling skills, whether he could rival Manchester City's midfield teammates like David Silva or Yaya Toure's world-class level, was hard to say but certainly surpassing Milner and Fernandinho, roughly not inferior to Nasri of the French Four Swans fame.

After Sterling received the ball, his shooting angle was somewhat small.

But it was the last shot, not much to think about, aiming at Hart's crotch with another hit.

During his time at Liverpool, Sterling as a wing wizard often made sharp breakthroughs.

His signature pose with ring finger raised, shaking his hips while dribbling was frequently a topic of fans' discussions.

Nonetheless, Sterling's shot at Joe Hart fully matched the fans' impression of his terrible shootings.

He was so close, yet the shot couldn't be controlled, although aimed at the crotch, it was very powerful, thudding harshly on Hart's sensitive area!

Joe Hart only felt intense contractions in the egg, sudden and indescribable pain fiercely rising to his brain.

In his daze, Otamendi was quick to follow up with a supplementary shot, scoring.

"Haha, we won, guys!"

Tang Long, Otamendi, and Sterling hugged together.

...

After the match, the winning side barely had time to ask Belada about the reward before being rushed to the reception center behind the field.

It was a fan meeting event.

Fans from various industries, Manchester City's die-hard fan organization Blue Moon Corps members, Chinese students from the University of Manchester, and a group of lively little schoolchildren gathered around, warmly engaging with Manchester City players asking for signatures and photos.

The new recruit Tang Long naturally became the focus of this fan meeting.

Sometimes using English to communicate with British fans, sometimes switching to Mandarin to chat with Chinese overseas students, he was busy nonstop.

Milner was off to the side, pulling national teammate Joe Hart, watching Tang Long and whispering surreptitiously, chattering away.

But Joe Hart didn't seem to hear much, still grimacing.

Wanting to rub the egg, but embarrassed given the crowd, he could only keep hissing and glaring viciously at Sterling.

At this time, Manchester City's Mayor Andrews also walked briskly towards Tang Long, calling his name with a smile on his face.

Tang Long turned his head, surprised to see a familiar face standing next to Andrews.

Gracie, the Manchester City female team doctor who conducted his entrance medical examination.

Gracie's face was rosy and vibrant, both arms holding Andrews' arm closely, her body leaning so close her face nearly touching his shoulder, appearing very intimate. Andrews reciprocated occasionally with loving glances at Gracie.

"Uh, aren't you a team doctor, why are you here?" Tang Long asked.

"Why can't I be here, isn't your welcome ceremony welcoming me?" Gracie replied with a grin.

Andrews said, "Gracie is here as an outstanding graduate representative from the University of Manchester. The University and Manchester City have signed a long-term cooperation agreement, as you said, she is now the team doctor at Manchester City, demonstrating the university's talent supply for the club."

Gracie's height was around 1.64 meters, not outstanding among British women.

Coupled with her flat shoes today and a light blue plain dress, leaning beside the tall and burly mayor, she exuded a delicate vibe.

Seeing their unusual relationship, Tang Long was taken aback.

Thinking that the mayor of Manchester City seems to be at least over 50, this age surely means he's long been married, while Gracie is only in her 20s, an age capable of being his daughter.

Moreover, public displays of intimate affection, as a mayor, Andrews didn't fear tabloids gossiping? Looks like the UK plays quite liberally.

Amid the excitement, Argentine defender Otamendi finally couldn't hold back, shouting in the crowd:

"Director, what exactly is our reward, come on, tell us fast, I'm dying of curiosity!"