Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Chapter 593 - 402: Buy All the Surrounding Stores’ SG Sneakers! Counterattack, Starting Now!

During the 15-minute halftime break.

The cheers at the Meazza Stadium never stopped for even a second!

Even on the way to the restroom from the stands, people were cheering and shouting "forza inter".

The hot dog stand inside the stadium was bustling and lively.

"Hey, the number of hot dogs we sold today is as much as what we sold all last week!"

"Exactly, since we’re advancing, the fans are happy and don’t mind spending 8 Euro on a hot dog!"

The staff were all smiles and laughter.

At that moment, a round of boos erupted outside the restroom again.

Seven or eight Manchester City fans in light blue jerseys were blocked at the restroom door at Meazza Stadium, looking anxious and holding their stomachs, stomping their feet.

But they were blocked by a group of tall and imposing Inter fans, who grinned and refused to let them in no matter what.

"Losers don’t have the right to pee here, hold it until you get back to Manchester!"

"This restroom has a fee, 100 Euros per use, show me the money, and I’ll let you in!"

"Or shout ’Forza Inter’ once, and I’ll let you in!"

"Oh, look at you, your face has turned green from holding it in. You weren’t this anxious when Bonazzoli scored two goals, huh?"

Laughter erupted from the crowd.

The staff recognized these unreasonable Inter fans; they were members of some extreme fan groups from the North Stand.

Scalping tickets and jerseys, smuggling fireworks and alcohol into the stadium, fighting and bullying away fans—these were all common on every home match day.

The staff were used to it, and as long as they didn’t get physical, they were reluctant to intervene.

Moreover, with Inter on the verge of advancing, the staff were in high spirits and simply watched the antics of these Inter hooligans mocking Manchester City fans.

"Come on, be a good sport, I really can’t hold it any longer, it’s about to come out..."

A Manchester City fan pleaded awkwardly in broken Italian, pointing at himself.

A bald man, looking like a fan leader, glanced at the back of the Manchester City fan’s jersey which had "Tang" on it, and joked:

"Alright, in honor of the Tang jersey you’re wearing, I’ll be merciful and let you in!"

With a push, he sent him into the restroom, almost colliding with someone coming out, nearly falling on the wet restroom floor.

The onlookers burst into laughter.

Despite being bullied, the group of Manchester City fans, seeing they were outnumbered and being eyed aggressively by bald and tattooed men, dared not talk back for fear of being beaten.

After the Manchester City fan wearing the Tang Long jersey came out, others tried to enter but were not allowed.

Ultimately, they swapped jerseys one by one, and only those wearing the Tang Long jersey were allowed into the restroom.

A few staff members crossed their arms, leaning against the window, enjoying the show and chatting:

"Haha, who would have thought, even though Tang left almost a year ago, our fans still have feelings for him."

"Naturally, didn’t you see the banner they pulled out in the North Stand, ’Tang, Welcome Home!’ Even the former captain Ranocchia didn’t get such treatment."

"Yeah, throughout the first half, whenever a Manchester City player got the ball, they were booed, except for Tang, who even got some light applause."

"Sigh, it’s a tear-jerker. If Tang were still with Inter, we wouldn’t be crushed by Juventus so badly in the league!"

"Do you think Tang will ever return to Inter?"

"Return to Inter? What a joke, we lack both money and strength, isn’t he doing well at Manchester City? If he comes back, it’ll be at least ten years down the line!"

"Ten years? My god, I’ll be retired by then."

...

In a VIP box in the stands.

Inter’s old boys were opening one bottle of champagne after another.

Cambiasso downed three glasses in a row, shouting in delight!

Milito invited the blonde service lady delivering drinks to have a glass with him and asked for her phone number, saying he’d get in touch after the match.

Matt Rich was the most enthusiastic, shaking a bottle of new champagne vigorously, finally, intentionally spraying Ronaldo all over.

"What are you doing!"

Feeling the chilling sensation on his face, Ronaldo was slightly annoyed, stood up, and wiped his face with a napkin.

Materazzi, smiling cheekily, handed him a glass of champagne.

"I say Ronnie, you’re different from us. You’ve now established your own agency, you’re the big boss, but you can’t play favorites with your clients."

Ronaldo accepted the champagne and laughed, "Favoritism? Not at all, I treat my clients equally, and I’m grateful they’ve trusted me and signed with me."

"Ha, you’re just being diplomatic. Everyone knows what you’re thinking. If you don’t believe it, let me ask everyone." Materazzi dismissed it.

Standing over 1.9 meters, Materazzi had long legs, barely lifting his leg to rest it on the champagne table;

He looked around, clapped his hands three times to draw everyone’s attention in the box, and exclaimed:

"Everyone, quiet down, quiet down!"

"Everyone knows, Tang and Bonazzoli are both Ronnie’s clients."

"Tell me, out of these two, who does he favor more?"

As soon as he finished, a burst of laughter erupted.

"That’s not in question, Tang is his favorite, what does Bonazzoli count for!"

"It’s obviously Tang. Last year, Manchester City spent a club record to buy him, I recall it was tens of millions of Euros, earning this chubby guy lots of money!"