Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Chapter 861 - 596: Itihad's Rainy Night Witnesses the Rise of a New King! C Luo: I'll Be the One Laughing at the Champions League Final! (2)

The annoying sound of boiling water in the depths of his mind suddenly subsided, and the whole person was instantly cooled and calmed like he was doused with cold water.

He took a few steps back, sat on the sofa, and rubbed his temples forcefully with both hands, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts.

"That's right, he was indeed substituted, Guardiola indeed took him off, it seems he still wants to save energy for the FA Cup and Champions League games, especially our Champions League final!"

C Luo murmured to himself, his eyes reigniting with fighting spirit.

After all, he is C Luo, a legendary figure who has dominated the football world alongside Messi for over a decade, his mentality far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Those who try to beat him will only become stepping stones on his path, making him stronger and continually surpassing himself.

Although the contest for the European Golden Boot has concluded, with Tang Long scoring 57 goals, beating C Luo's 56, and successfully clinching the crown, C Luo clearly knows that the competition between them is far from over!

The Champions League final in June will be their direct face-off, also C Luo's first head-to-head on the field with Tang Long!

A more intense showdown is about to unfold in the battle for both the Champions League title and the Champions League Golden Boot.

C Luo remains full of confidence regarding this.

"Unable to meet you in the league, but when it comes to the Champions League final, you have no chance!"

He heavily punched his large chest muscles, emitting a loud "boom."

The power of this punch surprised even himself, instantly pushing his body backward, hitting hard against the sofa backrest.

Strength.

A strong sense of power surges through C Luo's body.

It is an indescribable spirit and will, a unique personal charisma.

This sense of power has accompanied him from the beginning of the season, remaining undiminished, and even growing stronger recently.

Nearing the Champions League final, this feeling is like lava about to erupt, surging through every vein in his body!

In the competition for the Champions League Golden Boot, C Luo has currently scored 21 goals, with Tang Long having 20, C Luo leads temporarily by one goal;

Meanwhile, in the contest for the Champions League title, Manchester City and Real Madrid are not on the same level!

Real Madrid is a prestigious club with 11 Champions League titles, ranking first worldwide in the number of Champions League victories, with deep historical roots and glorious achievements;

Whereas Manchester City, despite rising rapidly in recent years, has never won the Champions League in history, and for this season it's the first time they've reached the Champions League final.

C Luo firmly believes that on the Champions League stage, he will comprehensively suppress Tang Long!

"What are you still sitting for?" C Luo said to himself with a smile, his eyes sparkling with determination, "To the gym to train extra, Cristiano, you are always the world's number one!"

With that, he stood up, striding toward the gym, seemingly impatient to prepare for the upcoming Champions League final.

...

Back to the Etihad Stadium.

Tang Long's departure turned the remaining time of the match into complete waste time.

The Manchester City players seemed to lose the desire to continue attacking, even Sane, who replaced Tang Long, was no longer aggressively breaking through on the wing as usual.

The players simply passed the ball mechanically, the scene appeared very dull.

Finally, the referee blew the whistle signifying the end of the match.

This whistle sounded like a spark on the fuse, instantly igniting Etihad's powder keg!

"Tang!!!!"

Deafening cheers arose one after another, Tang Long's surname echoed like a loud battle anthem, breaking through the sky over Etihad Stadium, resounding throughout the night sky of Manchester!

At this moment, the traditional industrial city of Manchester was boiling for Tang Long, cheering for his glorious achievement!

Dilata had already changed into high heels at the first opportunity, rushing to the advertising board area as fast as she could.

In front of the camera, her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement, looking more glamorous than ever.

"Congratulations to Manchester City for ending the Premier League 2016 - 2017 season with a 7:0 victory, congratulations to the lads!"

Dilata's voice was filled with joy and excitement.

"Tonight's main character is none other than Manchester City's number 9, Tang!"

At this moment, Dilata was filled with tears of emotion. Despite her many years of professional experience on camera, she couldn't help but choke up.

"In this season's Premier League, Tang scored 57 goals and has won the European Golden Boot!" she said enthusiastically, "You know, before this round of the league started, he was trailing Real Madrid's Portuguese player C Luo by a full 5 goals. But with his 6 goals against Sunderland in this match, this Chinese player achieved a huge comeback!"

"This also marks the second European Golden Boot in Manchester city's history since the 2007 - 2008 season."

"Coincidentally, the last person to achieve this honor was none other than his competitor this season, C Luo!"

"It seems like a cycle that spans nine whole years, producing two European Golden Boots in Manchester." Dilata's voice was filled with amazement and emotion.

"For Manchester City, this is the first player in the club's centurial history to receive such an honor."

"As for Tang, he also broke Messi's record of 50 league goals from the 2011 - 2012 season, raising the record by a full 7 goals, an incredible achievement!"

Dilata gestured for Tang Long to come over, she asked in front of the camera, "Tang, at this moment, do you have anything you want to say?"

The sky was still pouring rain, drenching Tang Long completely, his hair sticking to his face, his clothes soaked.

But when the referee's whistle blew, he didn't hesitate to rush onto the field, hugging tightly with remaining teammates to celebrate the perfect end to the season.

Tang Long quickly walked to the interview area, teasingly saying one sentence to Dilata:

"Remember the bet between us? I did it, not bad, right?"

Not only Dilata was there to interview, but more than a dozen other reporters in raincoats were lined up waiting to interview Tang Long.

Upon hearing Tang Long and Dilata discussing the bet, everyone became interested, curious about what exactly the bet was between the two.

Even the photographers nearby couldn't resist leaning in, full of curiosity, looking at Tang Long.

Dilata, of course, knew about the bet Tang Long referred to, which was an agreement the night before when Tang Long shot at her 6 times, promising to score 6 goals in this match.

However, such matters are not good to discuss publicly in front of the media. Although she is a seasoned, well-versed senior reporter, Dilata's cheeks turned red and her heart rate involuntarily accelerated at this moment.

She hurriedly tried to change the topic but saw Tang Long smile slyly at her, then quickly headed to the locker room.

"Don't go, Tang, say a few words to us too!"

"I'm a reporter with the Manchester Evening News, Tang, did you think you would beat C Luo to win the European Golden Boot before this match?"

"Scoring 6 goals in a single match has already created your Premier League single-game goal record, were you prepared for this?"

"What do you have to say about the Champions League final against Real Madrid?"

The reporters rushed over, eager to catch up with Tang Long and ask the questions on their minds.

However, how could they catch up with Tang Long's pace?

Even though it seemed he was not walking fast, in the blink of an eye, his handsome figure disappeared at the end of the player tunnel.

The security immediately stepped forward, blocking the reporters, not allowing them to enter.

The reporters were left facing each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The pouring rain continued.

Turning around, they saw Dilata still standing dazed in front of the advertising board, her eyes fixed on the direction Tang Long had left, seemingly still immersed in the earlier conversation.

The savvy reporters quickly shifted their focus, surrounding Dilata.

"Dilata, can you tell us what the bet Tang mentioned was?"

"Was your bet related to the European Golden Boot?"

"What's the relationship between you two? Why does he only accept your interview and ignore us?"

A series of questions flooded toward Dilata.

After Tang Long left, Dilata gradually regained her composure.

Facing the reporters' blockade, this leading figure from Sky Sports showed her dominance.

"Why are you surrounding me? Sick."

She quickly tied her rain-drenched hair into a ponytail, then waved her hand, making the reporters instinctively give way to her as she left.