Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Chapter 565 - 387: Fireworks bloom in the London night sky, pigeon droppings land precisely, a warm welcome from enthusiastic fans!_2

Star striker Agüero was originally in a deep sleep.

After being startled awake, he sat dazed on the bed for several seconds before recovering, then shook his head helplessly, looked back at his roommate Silva illuminated by the fireworks, and found him also looking bewildered.

"Great, now we can’t sleep!"

Soon after, the 21st-floor hallway echoed with teammates’ complaints and curses after being awakened, creating a cacophony of noise.

Pellegrini also woke up, angrily dialing the emergency number.

"It’s so noisy, we have a match tomorrow, who did this!"

The police came and chased away these troublemakers.

Twenty minutes later, Manchester City players tried to get back to sleep, only to face a second wave of fireworks exploding again!

This unexpected attack made the Manchester City players highly agitated.

Some players tossed and turned in bed, some covered their ears with pillows trying to block out the annoying noise;

others simply gave up on sleeping, got up, and started scrolling on their phones.

Agüero even took a selfie with his exhausted roommate Silva and posted it on social media, sarcastically saying:

"Thank you, London, for the warm hospitality!"

The background was the blooming fireworks.

Not until about four o’clock did the sound of fireworks gradually fade away.

The exhausted players were just about to fall back asleep when suddenly the fire alarm on their floor of the hotel blared sharply!

"Ding ding ding—"

The Manchester City players leapt out of bed in panic, hurriedly throwing on clothes.

"It’s on fire, run!"

Tang Long quickly put on his tracksuit and jacket, racing to the door with Ranocchia;

Agüero frantically searched for his slippers in the room but found only one. Without hesitating much, he put on one slipper, his other foot bare on the cold floor;

Captain Kompany was disheveled, with his shirt buttons fastened incorrectly. While muttering complaints, he followed the crowd down the stairs.

When the fire alarm sounds, the elevator stops.

Everyone rushed from the 21st floor to the ground floor.

In the hotel, there were not only Manchester City players but also many other weary guests.

Gathered in the hotel lobby, they looked at each other, eyes full of anger and helplessness.

They whispered among themselves, complaining about this sudden disruption.

"What on earth is going on? Arsenal fans are too over the top!"

Agüero said angrily, his face showing obvious fatigue and displeasure, dark circles under his eyes, looking exhausted and annoyed.

"We have a match tomorrow, how can we rest with all this?"

Kompany frowned, worry flashing in his eyes.

As captain, he was well aware of the importance of adequate rest before a match. Seeing his teammates in disarray, he sighed helplessly.

The players waited in the lobby for the hotel staff to address the alarm issue as time ticked by, the cold air gradually sapping their bodies and patience.

Some players huddled together for warmth;

others kept yawning, trying to fight off fatigue.

Finally, the hotel manager came to apologize.

"I’m sorry, we checked the surveillance video, someone was intentionally smoking under the smoke detector on your floor. We’ve reported it again."

Hotel staff hurriedly moved among the crowd, trying to explain the sudden alarm, but clearly, such an explanation couldn’t quell the anger in the hearts of the Manchester City players.

After all the commotion, it was nearly six o’clock, dawn almost breaking, and half of the Manchester City players still hadn’t slept.

After running from the 21st floor to the 1st, it was quite a workout, and many were drenched in sweat.

At this moment, the Manchester City players felt both anger at the off-the-pitch tricks of the Arsenal fans and a looming worry about the upcoming match.

They didn’t know how this series of incidents would affect their performance in the match, but they understood that no matter what, they had to give their all in this English League Cup final to defend their team’s honor!

Tang Long silently clenched his fist, secretly vowing to retaliate with an outstanding performance against Arsenal’s antics, showing them they wouldn’t be easily defeated!

The next morning at breakfast, Tang Long told his teammates:

"The more they try to mess with us, the better we need to perform and strike them back hard!"

Captain Kompany agreed: "Tang is right, so what if we didn’t sleep, our strength is right here, not something a single night can erase. Let’s give it our all, lift that trophy at Wembley Stadium, and give them a taste of their own medicine!"

In the afternoon, Manchester City players boarded the bus.

Because they didn’t sleep well last night, many of them were trying to catch up on sleep.

Just as the Manchester City bus was slowly leaving the hotel towards Wembley Stadium, an unusual commotion arose on the previously calm street.

A seemingly ordinary flock of pigeons, meticulously orchestrated by Arsenal fans, gathered at an intersection critical to the path of Manchester City’s bus.

These pigeons were not ordinary; they were specially trained to act collectively upon receiving specific signals~

As the bus approached, Arsenal fans hidden among the crowd began to make subtle whistles and gestures, which were signals agreed upon with the pigeons.

In an instant, the pigeons seemed to receive orders, soaring into the air, but instead of flying towards the sky, they hovered over the bus in stunning harmony, then began their special performance—collective defecation!

This scene was nothing less than a sudden white bombardment for the Manchester City players.

Pigeon droppings fell like raindrops, some hitting the windows directly, others splattering on the body and the road, instantly filling the air with an indescribable smell.

Inside the bus, the players, even those who were trying to catch up on sleep, were startled wide awake by this unexpected surprise, frowning and wearing expressions of helplessness and anger.

"This... this is too much!" Ranocchia said, covering his nose, with a tone of disbelief.

He had seen many off-the-field tricks in Italy, but pigeons defecating, accurately bombing a bus, was a first, truly eye-opening.

Agüero laughed bitterly: "Looks like Arsenal fans will do anything for victory."

Tang Long was at a loss for words. First, it was fireworks, then the fire alarm, now pigeon poop? A trio of off-the-field tricks?

Because of the dense pigeon droppings that quickly covered the bus’s windshield, the driver hit the brakes and didn’t dare to drive on.

Captain Kompany quickly communicated with the accompanying coaching staff, requesting a quick cleanup of the bus and calming the players to ensure they were in the best state for the upcoming match.

The accompanying staff swiftly borrowed cleaning tools and garbage bags from nearby shops, performing a quick cleanup on the bus. Although the odor couldn’t be fully eliminated, at least the driver’s view wasn’t obstructed.

Manchester City players put on masks and continued on the bus.

Amidst confusion and frustration, the Manchester City bus finally arrived at Wembley Stadium...