Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Kane, Ali, and even Eriksson, who had been substituted, rushed over to Tang Long, each asking for his jersey.

"Weren't you substituted off? Why are you back here? Don't compete with me for the jersey, Eriksson."

"I asked Tang for it first, Tang, don't give it to Kane, give the jersey to me!"

A minor squabble started among them around Tang Long.

Meanwhile, Ranocchia and Gualin, standing afar, had already reconciled over their match dispute and were chatting amicably.

Seeing Tang Long surrounded by the Tottenham players asking for his jersey, Ranocchia put an arm around Gualin's shoulder and joked, "See, his jersey is a hot commodity, and he's gotten lucky again!"

Gualin then exchanged jerseys with Ranocchia, and defiantly said to him, "Captain, you guys were lucky this time! In the second half of the season at Itihad, I won't hold back anymore! Remember, if I can score two goals against you today, I can score three next time!"

Ranocchia looked at Gualin's earnest expression, knowing he was being stubborn again, and with a smile, replied let's talk about next year's matters next year, then quickly headed towards the player tunnel.

Meanwhile, Tang Long exchanged jerseys with Eriksson and promised Kane and Ali that he would give them two new jerseys once they returned to the dressing room.

In the first match of the new season, Tottenham lost at home to the formidable Manchester City.

However, the score of 2-3 was not considered a bad loss, so the players were not particularly upset.

Pochettino came to the dressing room to give some encouraging words to the team before leaving.

Just after he left, Mancini entered the Tottenham dressing room.

Seeing the newly appointed England national team coach visiting, several English players in the Tottenham dressing room immediately became tense.

Especially the 22-year-old prospect Kane; he didn't perform well in this match, getting few shooting opportunities and was completely shut down by Ranocchia.

Seeing Mancini come in, he felt uneasy being bare-chested and quickly put his jersey back on.

Mancini called Kane, Ali, Dale, Walker, Danny Rose, and Trippier over for a private talk.

It was said to be a talk, but it was simply some points about their performance in the match, then some encouragement.

"In September, we'll be playing two European Cup qualifiers against San Marino and Switzerland, and the new national team roster will be announced this month. You are all excellent lads, but those who can start for the national team are England's top players. Perform well, children, I'll continue to watch your performances!"

Gualin had just finished in the dressing room toilet and came out feeling relaxed and invigorated, noticing Mancini at the door. Without much thought, he quickly ran over happily.

"Boss, you're here!"

Mancini was addressing the English national team players and was suddenly interrupted, his expression slightly annoyed.

But upon seeing it was Gualin, his irritation vanished, replaced by a friendly smile.

"You did great, scoring two wonder goals in your league debut. How come I didn't see you this capable when I was managing Inter Milan?"

Gualin scratched his head sheepishly, pretending to be modest, saying something lucky or similar, then added, "Did you see Tang Long's performance? His volley was amazing, he practically clinched the win for us. Compared to Tang, my two wonder goals are dimmed in comparison!"

"Haha, you dare mention that," Mancini's face suddenly turned stern, "The match was nearly over when you made that tackle from behind aiming to take someone out; luckily, Tang dodged it. If you had injured him, the UAE might bury you under a truckload of oil!"

Mancini, watching from the stands afar, didn't know the inside story.

He thought Tang Long dodged it quickly, not knowing it was Gualin who deliberately pulled back.

Gualin smiled slightly and didn't bother to explain further, instead asking about Chiwo.

"Boss, how come you're here alone? Where's Mr. Christian, your assistant coach for the England national team, why didn't I see him today?"

"Oh, you mean Christian, he's gone to assess Manchester United's match. Lately, we've been very busy, dividing into two groups to assess players."

"Oh, that's a pity," Gualin said, a bit disappointed, "I don't know when I'll see him next."

In truth, when Gualin was playing at Inter Milan, his relationship with Chiwo was quite ordinary; they were merely colleagues, not as close as Tang Long and Chiwo.

Yet Gualin held gratitude towards Chiwo!

Because the former head of Inter Milan's first-team video analysis group often gave Gualin special treatment, calling him to the video analysis room alone, dissecting his performance on the field second by second, pointing out his deficiencies and areas for improvement.

It was precisely through Chiwo's coaching that nearly 30-year-old Gualin was able to make progress, especially enhancing his sense of positioning on the field, which earned him Tottenham's favor and a higher salary.

"Don't worry, kid," Mancini gave Gualin a hug at the end, "Christian and I will be assessing matches at various venues, and we'll certainly meet again in the future. Wishing you all the best in your upcoming days."

London.

Heathrow Airport.

Manchester City's players were checking in.

They would fly directly from London to Manchester and then start their one-day Sunday holiday.

Having won at White Hart Lane in the south and with a holiday tomorrow, Blue Moon's players were in high spirits, chatting amongst themselves.

Except for one, Milner.

He sat alone with a backpack, sulking in the waiting room.

Either browsing his phone or drinking water, seemingly disconnected from everything around him.

What he was repeatedly watching on his phone was Tang Long's volley.

Milner had watched it at least 20 times!

Yet, he kept replaying it from the beginning.

Initially, he was amazed by Tang Long's precision, but gradually, he discovered something incredibly peculiar!

When everyone was puzzled by Sterling's bizarre cross, Tang Long had already anticipated the drop point and moved towards that direction. Ultimately, his movement proved correct as the ball indeed landed where he ran.

"How did he manage that? As soon as the ball was deflected by Ali's toe, Tang started moving early, allowing him to reach the ball faster than Gualin. But, how did he know the ball would land precisely there? This anticipation is ridiculously strong..."

It's not just Milner who was focused on Tang Long's goal.

Other Manchester City players in the waiting room were doing the same.

Tang Long was texting Ronaldo, reporting on his Premier League debut feelings.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up, finding Kolarov.

The 30-year-old Serbian left-back, standing at 187 centimeters, was burly and stout.

Like Milner, Siawa, and others, Kolarov joined Manchester City in the same batch in 2010.

Before joining the Premier League, he played for Serie A's traditional team Lazio, making over 100 appearances.

Like Tang Long and Ranocchia, he was one of the only three players at Manchester City with Serie A experience.

Early last week, when Tang Long reported to Manchester City's dressing room, Ranocchia had introduced him to the City's teammates.

During the introduction of Kolarov, he specifically complimented his long-range shooting, calling him a well-known football cannon!

The Serbian full-back maintained a cold expression at the time, merely nodding, not saying much to Tang Long, seeming distant.

But now, Kolarov wore a smile expressing admiration, his tone unusually gracious.

"Dear Tang, might I have a moment of your time? Could you explain to me the kicking technique you used in your volley? I'd like to learn it!"

(Folks, early tomorrow I'm taking my wife and kids back to my hometown, need to hit the highway, so I must sleep early tonight to ensure safety while driving, dragging family along, can't afford mishaps, thus today's update is just one 4000-word chapter. Tomorrow will be a 10,000-word update, promise kept! Just checked, the average update last week was 8000 words a day, which is my limit as an author who writes as part-time, ahsi ba...)