Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Let me execute the goal that turns the score around myself!

It's good for players to have a desire to win, but Milner, whose thirst for performance is extremely strong, is being blinded by it at the moment.

Ali, defending in front of him, was first taken aback, then let out a long breath!

He knows Milner's characteristics very well.

This guy has high football IQ and a strong running ability, but his footwork is somewhat rough, and he's pretty slow. If he wants to get past my long legs bestowed by a height of 188, don't even think about it!

Actually, when Milner moved the ball horizontally to the left, Tang Long slapped his thigh on the sidelines, saying it's over! This dribble will definitely fail.

No wonder, the feint is not convincing, and the pace is too slow.

Sure enough, Ali took a lateral step with his right foot, his massive body blocking Milner's path.

Milner was still charging forward, but at a height of 175, his head thumped against Ali's iron-board-like muscles on his back.

With a bang, he bounced off, awkwardly waving his arms to keep balance, like someone falling off a precipice, eventually sitting down on the ground in a mess.

"Laughing my head off, Milner's got no coordination, dancing like a disabled person!" Nasri, sitting next to Tang Long, known for his sharp tongue, was here openly mocking Milner's flailing movements.

Applause resounded in White Hart Lane, with 60,000 fans clapping for Ali's brilliant defense.

Mancini, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but hiss softly, his expression becoming ugly.

He knew that this defense wasn't outstanding by Ali, it was simply Milner's poor dribbling.

On the soccer field, you need to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses.

If you can't dribble, just pass the ball to Navas on the right, why force it?

Just trying to show off in front of me?

No need, really no need! I'm already aware of how you play.

Wasting opportunities will be punished, an ironclad truth on the football field.

After Sterling squandered two one-on-one chances, Milner made a fool of himself out of greed, Gualin showed these two Manchester City players what real hard power is!

This time, unfortunate English goalkeeper Joe Hart once again became the backdrop for a divine goal!

But this goal isn't his fault either.

Clearly, it was Tottenham wing player Walker's cross, which was solidly cleared by Ranocchia to more than ten meters outside the penalty area.

Yet before the ball landed, Gualin charged forward and hit a volley!

This long-range shot from 35 meters out from the goal, the trajectory of the ball in the air swung left and right, making Joe Hart's heart skip.

Finally, at the last moment, it took an imperceptible slight turn by the naked eye from beside his hand, into the net nest.

Gualin shouted excitedly, pushed away his teammates trying to catch him, and slid to his knees in front of the Tottenham stands!

"Wow, Gualin's in good form today, that guy seems to adapt well to the Premier League's pace."

Seeing former teammate Gualin score twice with powerful shots, Tang Long could only secretly commend him, feeling a bit regretful. If Gualin could come to Manchester City, his physical fitness and long-shot capability should still secure him a spot here, at least not worse than the team's two midfielders Fernandinho and Fernando.

As Tang Long pondered, he suddenly heard coach Pellegrini shouting his name.

"Tang, get ready to play!"

Being scored on by two long shots in succession made Pellegrini very dissatisfied with the team's defense.

However, what's more mortifying was the team's poor performance in attacking!

Agüero was trapped between two tall central defenders of the opposition, unable to connect with the midfield, shots for the entire game were scarce.

Manchester City's passing and possession playstyle resulted in only one goal, coming surprisingly from Ranocchia's aerial bombardment. Among the remaining scoring chances, Sterling wasted two one-on-ones. It could be said his skills were limited, but Milner's foolish dribbling infuriated Pellegrini, dubbed Mr. Pei!

If it were a 3-0 lead, it wouldn't matter, but now that the score is so tight, if you greedily attempt to score at the expense of the team's overall interests?

Having completed a set of warm-ups, Tang Long rose happily, replacing Milner.

Milner wore an expression of disbelief, didn't give Tang a high-five as he left the field, instead went straight to Pellegrini, arguing with anger and grievance.

"WTF! Didn't you see, boss? My running distance was definitely the highest, I'm running to the point my lungs are exploding, the first goal was also created by me, why should I be subbed out?"

Milner left a sentence unsaid.

With the national team coach sitting in the stands, subbing me out when we're trailing implies it's my fault for the deficit?

Then what if Mancini doesn't want me for the European Cup next year!

Witnessing Milner's emotional agitation, Pellegrini took a step back, his eyes full of surprise.

In his mind, this guy had always been an honest, diligent lad, why is he rebutting today, even cursing in front of the cameras?

"Milner, you really have disappointed me today!" Pellegrini turned his head completely, refusing to look at him any further.

Even after sitting on the bench, Milner's mouth kept rambling.

He told Nasri beside him: "Watch, I'll bet you, once I'm off, we absolutely can't score another goal, Tang's running ability is definitely not as good as mine!"

Milner pursed his lips towards Tang, continued talking to Nasri: "See, this Chinese guy, as soon as he goes on he doesn't move, is he taking a stroll?"

Tang Long indeed didn't move much after going on.

He stood in the attacking midfield position, walking slowly, looking around as if observing something, a thoughtful look on his face.

Nasri sneered, "Coming from Serie A, it's an old man's league, they play standing, can't compare to us in the Premier League."

Covering his mouth, Milner laughed, "Look at him glancing all around, checking out beauties? Why does he seem silly, not very smart?"

"He should be in a park playing with grandpas, why come to us, hey, look there, the ball is rolling over, why doesn't he step up and receive it? What's he standing still for, has he played professional football? Receiving a weekly salary of 180,000 British Pounds, for what?"

As Milner finished speaking, he saw Tang Long suddenly take a step forward, his body opening up in an extremely stretched stance, and his right foot striking hard at the bottom of the soccer ball, producing a loud bang like a shot!

The ball flew across the ground at high speed, bouncing twice after about twenty meters.

It was precisely these two light bounces that accelerated the ball's spin, the curve became more apparent, bypassing Tottenham's central defender Vertonghen's stretched toe and rolled to Agüero's feet, who had successfully beaten the offside trap!

One-on-one, a chip shot, into the net, Agüero demonstrated to Sterling personally, what the correct shooting method for a forward is.

Milner and Nasri on the bench were blown away!

So much so that when other players jumped up to celebrate on the bench, the two still sat motionless like logs.

"Did he assist?" Milner asked.

"Yeah, he did." Nasri replied.

"...I feel like this might be his first touch after coming on." Milner croaked a bit, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.