Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Chapter 552 - 377: Hongmen Banquet? Toure Family Dinner, a Bizarre Scene Occurred!

"Training Monkeys: Barça Scene Appears in Manchester City’s Defense!"

"Milner’s First Red of His Career! Dim Prospects for European Cup Participation!"

"Klopp in Disarray: Tang Destroyed Our Defense!"

"Pellegrini’s Tactics Triumph Over Klopp, Manchester City Double Defeat Liverpool!"

"Manchester City’s Chinatown Draped in Celebrations: Tang is Our Pride!"

Manchester City’s matches have never lacked for traffic and hype.

"This season, Manchester City’s exposure in England’s media has repeatedly surpassed their local rival Manchester United; after every match, they always top the trending list!"

"Their matches always have a strong entertainment effect!"

"Milner, facing his former club this time, was full of revenge, but unexpectedly became the most eye-catching clown of the game~"

"The Premier League issued a penalty immediately after the match."

"Maliciously kicking, added suspension of four matches, if nothing unexpected happens, this England veteran will miss the entire February matches for Liverpool!"

Far away in London, Dilata finished hosting the last Premier League match review at the radio station.

Relieved, she tossed the headphones onto the table and let out a long sigh.

Finally liberated!

After a brief farewell to her colleagues in London, she left the Sky Sports London headquarters, returned to her small apartment to pack her luggage, and boarded a flight to Manchester.

Just yesterday, Sky Sports announced the recent job rotation.

Dilata left headquarters and was transferred to Manchester to serve as deputy director of the division.

Although it’s just a regular rotation and whether she can stay after the one-year term is still uncertain, Dilata cherishes this opportunity particularly.

Firstly, it was a great surprise her good sister Gracie had fought for her;

Secondly, in Manchester, in the heart of English football, she has more energy to focus on football itself rather than the complicated interpersonal relationships at headquarters.

Tang Long specially picked up Dilata at the airport, joking with her:

"Well, now you’re in Manchester, closer to me."

Dilata smiled and shook her head, "No, I’m closer to football."

...

Toure’s House.

Toure’s wife was preparing a sumptuous halal dinner.

Naan, pilaf, roasted lamb leg, and stewed beef were spreading aroma in the kitchen.

Toure, a Muslim, knelt on the carpet, finished his prayers facing southeast, and leaned on a recliner, looking at a Damascus blade on the dining room cabinet, lost in thought.

This blade was a gift from the elder of his hometown when he came specially to Manchester three years ago.

The knife was made from Uzi Steel Ingot from southern ancient India, a blade with molded patterns, an ancient weapon of Arab ethnicity.

As noon approached, sunlight slanted through the large floor-to-ceiling glass, glancing over the blade’s edge, casting a golden light.

"What are you looking at, come help me, I can’t cut this lamb leg."

Hearing his wife’s call, Toure got up, picked up the Damascus blade, walked into the kitchen, and without a word, chopped off a piece of lamb leg!

With a "crack", it split in two.

His wife smiled and nodded, praising her husband.

"If you were on the battlefield, you’d surely be a very brave warrior."

Toure laughed loudly, holding his wife’s shoulder.

"Did you forget? My father used to be a butcher in the tribe, but now I’m old, otherwise, this small lamb leg wouldn’t need a knife; five years ago, I could break it with my bare hands!"

"It’s alright, Allah will bless you, you’ll always be young, like the lads on the battlefield."

"Hopefully."

As the core member of the team, the leader of the French Language Gang, and also the third captain, Toure invites the entire team to his home for a meal every year.

At this moment, he sat back on the sofa again, gripping the Damascus blade tightly, watching the ticking old pendulum clock, thoughts hazy.

In previous years, at this time, whenever he called, more than twenty team members would come without fail, not a single one missing, even his massive thousand-square-meter villa would feel a bit crowded.

But after Toure sent out the invitation notification in the Manchester City players’ group yesterday.

Only a dozen people replied, almost half less compared to last year.

As for the reasons, Toure knows well.

When all was united, the hero roamed freely!

No one can stay at the peak forever.

As time passes, the blazing flame will turn to ash, the piercing ice sculpture will melt into water.

Unable to secure a renewal contract, Toure is gradually distancing from the core circle in the minds of many Manchester City players.

"Don’t be fooled by his title as the third captain, but leaving this summer is highly probable!" a Manchester City player privately told a friend.

Toure, aware of such rumors, is determined in the last few months of this season for one final fight!

With outstanding performance, show the Manchester City management his value.

For this, at the beginning of the season, he deliberately postponed the Ramadan, originally starting in September.

Otherwise, without eating or drinking until sunset, how can he maintain his condition during training and matches?

Toure grasped the knife tightly in his hand, recalling his wife’s words, and couldn’t help but imagine himself as an ancient Arab warrior, charging and battling bravely on the battlefield!

"Charge, Toure!"

He shouted aloud, brandishing the Damascus Blade, and rushed from the living room to the yard.

The sound of the air conditioning wind whistled past his ears, sounding like the anguished cries of enemies on the battlefield to Toure.

...

Agüero raised both his hands in a surrender gesture.

He had just parked his car in Toure’s yard, and as soon as he got out, he saw Toure charging out with a gleaming knife.

That look, it was as if he wanted to kill him.

Goodness, is this a Hongmen Banquet!?

The gift he brought for Toure’s child also fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing Agüero’s terrified expression, Toure paused, then burst into laughter, tossed the knife to the ground, put an arm around Agüero’s shoulder, and led him into the living room.

"Ah, Sergio, my apologies, come on in!"

Not long after.

Other teammates also arrived one after another.

The yard was filled with various luxury cars.

Toure greeted everyone warmly.

Captain Kompany and new recruit Gundogan were given a special hug by Toure.

"Welcome, my dear brothers."

When it came to Bony, Toure just lightly patted him on the shoulder, "You’ve come? Bony, I didn’t expect you to come, but it’s good you came, it’s good."

Bony smiled awkwardly and then handed the Transformers gift he brought to Toure’s young son.

As a "traitor," Bony originally didn’t want to come.

But then he remembered that this might be Toure’s last time inviting the whole team to his house for a meal, and recalled how Toure had taken care of him when he first joined the team, so he came for old times’ sake.

"Guys, you can come to the table now!"

His wife called out from the kitchen, then brought out a big pot of naan bread.

Toure looked around and noticed the absence of Tang Long.

He felt a wave of disappointment.

It’s just a family dinner, and still no respect for me.

Is he really holding a grudge?

Just as he was about to call the people to the table, he heard Gundogan say, "Tang is on his way, should we wait for them?"

Beside him, the leader of the Portuguese Language Gang, Fernando, snorted coldly.

"It’s already 12 o’clock, it’s cold, the food is getting cold, what are we waiting for, let’s just start, don’t you think, old brother Toure."

Toure, however, smiled and gestured for Fernando to calm down.

"How can the host not wait for the guests, I think there’s still time, let’s sit in the living room for a bit, chat while we wait for Tang and the others, shall we?"

Knowing that Tang Long was coming, Toure was quite happy, so he asked his wife to take the dishes back to the kitchen to be reheated.

Toure’s living room was very large, at least 200 square meters, easily accommodating over a dozen people.

The crystal chandelier’s elegant drapes cascaded down, sparkling even when turned on during the day.

The group had just started chatting a bit.

Fernando said, "This Tang, lacks any sense of time, saying 12 o’clock sharp, we’re all here, just waiting for him? He’s got a lot of nerve!"

Gundogan replied, "You’re wrong, not just one, Ranocchia and Kolarov are coming too."

Toure, looking pleased, asked, "Oh? All three of them together, great, that’ll be lively."

Tang Long coming with the other two gave Toure plenty of respect, and he felt quite content.

Fernando glared at Gundogan.

This guy, just joined the team, talks a lot huh.

Fernando didn’t like this Gundogan!

Before, it was Tang Long squeezing him out of the defensive midfielder position.

But at least Tang Long mostly played attacking midfield, only occasionally covering defensive midfield.

However, since Gundogan came, he’s secured the starting spot at defensive midfield!

With the team having a regular defensive midfielder, Toure would also occupy a spot, my playing time can only be further squeezed!

In fact, ever since Gundogan joined, Fernando hadn’t started in the Premier League.

His eyes shifted quickly, brewing some mischief in his mind~

"How about we have a welcoming ceremony for Gundogan while we wait for Tang?"

Gundogan looked embarrassed and repeatedly said there was no need for everyone to bother.

Sitting idle anyway, and since they couldn’t eat yet, everyone cheered and asked how they would celebrate.

Fernando said, "The old rule, crawling through the legs!"

(Didn’t finish writing today, three Chapters to supplement tomorrow)