Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Chapter 554 - 379 Tang Long: When I joined, I didn’t crawl under anyone’s legs. How about I crawl under one now?

Turning his head, he looked at the retreating electric door slowly closing.

Gundogan felt as if all hope was lost.

He felt wronged, unwilling, but what could he do?

"If only Tang were here..."

Gundogan’s eyes reddened as he crawled and lay down in front of Fernando’s long legs.

Looking at these arched contours, it seemed today’s humiliation was unavoidable.

Gundogan swore silently, One day, I will return the same humiliation to this Brazilian guy!

Just as Gundogan closed his eyes.

With a click, the electric door got stuck;

Not only stuck, but the entire door shook with a thud.

"Gundogan, stand up!"

Gundogan heard someone shouting at him and turned his head, suddenly overjoyed!

He saw Tang Long’s foot wedged in the gap of the closing door, glaring at him fiercely.

Then with a swing of his right leg, he forcibly swung the door open!

There was a sizzle, and white smoke rose from the top of the door as the circuit burned out!

Tang Long made a swift entry into Toure’s living room; behind him, two strong men, Ranocchia and Kolarov, followed in single file, standing by Tang Long’s sides.

Gundogan, seeing Tang Long’s group finally arriving, was filled with tears of joy and quickly jumped up, hiding behind them.

These were the people he could rely on.

"Why did you take so long?" Gundogan complained.

"Kolarov drove the car into a ditch halfway here, and it was tough for the three of us to lift it out. We were almost at the door when Bony crashed into us... Never mind, don’t make a sound." Tang Long dusted the dirt off his sleeve.

It was only then that Gundogan noticed Tang Long and his group’s clothes were disheveled and their shoes muddied, looking somewhat untidy.

Initially thinking that Tang Long wouldn’t show up, Toure was quite displeased, feeling underappreciated;

But Tang Long’s sudden appearance surprised and delighted Toure!

It seemed he still had some standing among the team.

"Hahaha, Tang, you’re here! Come, come, take a seat quickly, everyone’s been waiting to start the meal!"

With that, he hurriedly walked up, warmly grabbing Tang Long’s arm.

On the couch, Kompany, Agüero, and Joe Hart, who had been coolly playing with their phones, stood up in unison upon Tang Long’s unexpected arrival, putting on different expressions and nodding with smiles to greet him.

Joe Hart specifically pulled Sterling behind him and whispered:

"No matter what happens later, keep quiet. Don’t speak or get involved."

But Tang Long stood still, unmoved like a clock.

The group had driven a mud-covered car out of the ditch, hurrying to Toure’s yard, and before entering the living room, through the wide floor-to-ceiling glass, they saw Gundogan kneeling in front of someone.

When Tang Long rushed in, he saw that the person was Fernando.

Both being defensive midfielders, Tang Long thought briefly and understood the situation.

"What just happened?" Tang Long’s voice resounded like a bell, questioning everyone.

"Fernando said he wanted to hold a welcome ceremony for me..." Gundogan mumbled softly.

"I wasn’t asking you, I was asking Fernando, what were you about to do?" Tang Long’s eyes were sharp, staring at Fernando.

Seeing Tang shielding Fernando like this, everyone was puzzled.

In fact, the other team members didn’t know that Gundogan had joined the Italian Language Gang, seeing their frequent interactions during training as Gundogan proactively learning skills from the team’s highest valued player, without considering the aspect of gang affiliation.

Fernando cursed inwardly as Tang Long suddenly questioned him, Damn you, greenhorn!

I’m giving rookie Gundogan a lesson, and neither Kompany, Agüero, nor Toure objected.

The first, second, and third captains didn’t say a word, what’s it to you as the fourth captain? Are you playing the saint?

"You saw, it’s the rookie’s welcome ceremony, crawling through the legs," Fernando chuckled dismissively, "Tang, you’ve been a professional for just over a year, haven’t you seen it before?"

Hearing Fernando’s sarcastic remark implying he was inexperienced, Tang Long smiled slightly.

"No, I haven’t seen it. At Inter, I never crawled through; after coming to Manchester City last year, I still didn’t. Why must Gundogan do it?"

Seeing the tension rising between the two, Toure hurriedly stepped in to mediate.

"It’s just a small matter, a trivial thing, everyone stop fussing about it. Come, let’s sit at the table and eat first."

Kompany, Agüero, Joe Hart, and the others also took the opportunity to smooth things over, assisting Toure in urging everyone to sit and eat.

No need to harm the superficial harmony for just one Gundogan.

As the situation seemed to ease, Sterling, in a moment of heated impulse, suddenly shouted:

"Tang is right! Last year, I came to Manchester City with him, and none of us had to crawl through legs. Why should Gundogan have to?"

Joe Hart’s face sank, and he quickly covered his little brother’s mouth, cursing inwardly, didn’t I tell you to keep quiet?

Fernando snorted disdainfully and said to Sterling with arrogance:

"What do you mean, you want to make up a ritual now? Fine, come on, I’ll let you through~"

With that, he spread his legs wide, facing Sterling.

Since Milner left, the English Language Gang has been in decline, and Joe Hart, due to technical reasons, had been relegated to a substitute. In Fernando’s view, the English Language Gang was even lesser than the Portuguese Language Gang, so at Toure’s house, he provocatively challenged Sterling in this brazen manner.

Even when dealing with dogs, you must consider their owner’s status, and clearly, in Fernando’s eyes, Joe Hart was not someone important.

Sterling was just about to retaliate when Tang Long beat him to it and said:

"That’s right, a ritual is due. I’ll go first. After I’m done, Sterling, just follow through."

Sterling was instantly dumbfounded.

Huh?

Did I hear that correctly?

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Tang Long walked up to Fernando with a playful smile. Seeing his widely spread legs, he crouched down.

Everyone thought Tang Long was joking and just messing around;

But seeing him really crouch down, lower his head, and move towards Fernando’s crotch, they were all dumbfounded!

Even Fernando, who was standing still, suddenly felt overwhelmed!

No way.

Are you serious?

Although Fernando stood with Toure, fighting against the Spanish Language Gang and Italian Language Gang, having Tang Long, the highest-valued player on the team and a member of the Manchester City Team Committee, crawl through his legs—Fernando, who was used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong, didn’t have the guts!

He was about to refuse, but Tang Long’s steps were too fast, even while crouching, he reached under Fernando’s legs in just a few moves.

"Tang, I’m just joking, Sterling can do it, you just..."

Before he could finish, Tang Long suddenly stood up, with a whoosh, becoming as tall as Fernando, smiling brightly at him. He raised his right foot, swung his thigh, and aimed a powerful kick with the instep right at his crotch!

"Ah!!!"

A scream like that of a slaughtered pig reverberated through Toure’s spacious living room!

Tang Long’s kick was meticulously planned, with strength, angle, and surprise all executed perfectly. Fernando was caught off guard, and his two eggs were hit with such a force that they spun at a rate of 50 revolutions per second inside, tying into a dead knot with a crack. The intense pain caused his body to contract severely, clutching his own crotch, he knelt at Tang Long’s feet, wailing.

"Ah, you..."

Toure was shocked and took a step forward, glaring angrily at Tang Long.

As soon as he stepped forward, Kolarov and Ranocchia moved two steps ahead, glaring fiercely at Toure.

Kolarov, at 187 cm, was about the same height as Toure, while Ranocchia, at 195 cm, was half a head taller. Suddenly feeling a shadow enveloping him, an intense sense of pressure overwhelmed him.

All the astonished eyes were drawn to the wailing Fernando, even neglecting the standoff between Toure, Tang Long, and the others.

Toure’s thick sausage-like lips moved up and down a couple of times.

After all, he was experienced, having won the treble with Barça in 2009, and had seen the big stage.

In his mind, the presence of the Italian Language Gang at this family dinner carried much greater significance than a trivial Fernando!

Having already slapped Bony, Toure didn’t want to cause another conflict with his teammates because of Fernando.

Suddenly, he burst into hearty laughter, wrapping his left arm around Kolarov and right arm around Ranocchia, whispering a few words softly.

Whatever Toure said, it made both Kolarov and Ranocchia chuckle, even Tang Long joined in the laughter.

"Come on, let’s eat, I’m starving!"

Under Toure’s call, everyone finally went to the dining table.

By now, it was already one in the afternoon.

At the long dining table, under the brilliant glow of the crystal chandelier, everyone enjoyed the grand feast.

The group toasted frequently with juice instead of wine.

"Gundogan is my little brother, I hope everyone takes good care of him in the future."

"Haha, you should have said so earlier, Tang, it was all just a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Kompany, Agüero, Toure, Tang Long, Joe Hart, and others clinked glasses, chatted merrily, looking forward to the upcoming Champions League knockout match against Inter, even asking Tang Long for tips.

Toure humbly asked Tang Long for advice on midfield defensive play, while Kompany expressed admiration for Ranocchia’s retreating archer defense.

Everyone completely ignored Fernando, who was still lying on the ground, clutching his own crotch, his face pale as he continued to wail.

Sweat poured like rain from his forehead, drenching a corner of the red four-petal patterned Muslim-style carpet.

Until the wailing grew softer, amid the cheers of clinking glasses, Fernando’s head tilted to the side, his tongue slackened, and he fainted.

(One more Chapter, even if late, will be finished, expected around one-thirty)