Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Chapter 864 598: Springtime Unveiled in the Therapy Room! Equal Favor for All, Another Hat Trick in the FA Cup Final!

Upon hearing Reese talk about abstinence, Tang Long felt his throat tighten, his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice.

He turned his face away, his gaze wandered aimlessly over the anatomical diagram on the wall, trying to conceal his discomfort, yet he still heard his own dry voice.

"You're overthinking this. I've always been very disciplined in this area, otherwise how could I score 6 goals in a Premier League match."

He coughed dryly twice.

Previously, during occasional physiotherapy sessions, Gracie also reminded Tang Long of this issue.

However, it's hard to say whether it was that crazy night with Dilata that drove Tang Long to exert all his effort in fulfilling his main career, thus achieving the record of 6 goals in a single match, surpassing C Luo in one fell swoop.

From this perspective, although Tang Long wasn't self-disciplined, he created a result greater than discipline itself.

Gracie turned her back to him, organizing the instruments in the medicine cabinet, her ponytail gently swaying with her movements.

Tang Long stared at the faintly visible curve of her waist beneath her white coat.

Gracie's back, as she turned to organize the medicine cabinet, was so slender it was heartbreaking, the hem of her white coat brushed against her calf, revealing a slender ankle.

Suddenly, Tang Long remembered Christmas night in 2015, when he had just arrived at Manchester City.

That evening, Gracie wore a knee-length light blue dress to Manchester City's official banquet, and the arc of the skirt flying under the lights was breathtakingly beautiful.

Gracie finished organizing the medicine cabinet, turned and gave a light smile, revealing two charming dimples.

"You've been at Manchester City for two years now," Gracie's sapphire-blue eyes stared directly at him, "count the number of times I've done physiotherapy for you in the treatment room, you should know I understand your body better than you do."

"During yesterday's match, I was on the sidelines, that long-legged, good-looking reporter was shouting louder than the commentators, and after the match you only accepted an interview from her, didn't share with other reporters, it seems your relationship is really heating up recently."

Just as Tang Long wanted to explain, he realized a hint of melancholy had seeped into Gracie's gaze.

Those originally bright sapphire eyes were gradually dimming, her long lashes hung down.

Gracie seemed slightly downcast, exuding a pitiful aura.

Seeing this British brunette in such a state, Tang Long felt a pang of guilt in his heart.

Actually, although Sky Sports' reporter Dilata had given him significant help in terms of publicity, wasn't Gracie doing the same?

Especially this season, Manchester City was competing on three fronts, with a very dense schedule.

Tang Long had multiple relapses of old injuries, and it was Gracie who, with her exquisite physiotherapy skills, eased Tang Long's injuries.

Take the traditional Chinese medical technique of cupping, for instance.

Although Gracie seemed to have implemented it through cooperation between the University of Manchester Medical School and some Chinese hospital, Tang Long knew well that she had introduced this technique especially for him.

The Manchester Mayor's daughter personally learned this technique from the medical personnel from China. Even when she was just learning due to improper technique, Gracie got burnt a few times, and now there was a visible burn scar on her gentle and fair hands.

But compared to the enthusiastic and cheerful Dilata, Gracie was indeed much more reserved.

She never actively shared her feelings with Tang Long, their relationship always remained ambiguous, never involving physical intimacy. The only time that drew notice was when Nasri, that French troublemaker, stirred things up in The Sun.

Thinking of this, Tang Long's feelings of guilt deepened, leaving his heart slightly achy.

If not for fairness, he should at least divide some of the passion he had for Dilata and share a bit with the team doctor who had served him for two years, shouldn't he?

Thinking this, Tang Long suddenly reached out to hold Gracie's hand, bringing it closer, gently smoothing the scar on her hand.

"Um, what are you doing?" Gracie was stunned, looking blankly at Tang Long.

Gracie's small hand was tightly grasped, and a wave of warmth flowed through her arm, permeating her entire body like an electric shock.

Suddenly, Tang Long remembered her focused expression during each physiotherapy session.

She always said athletes need restraint, but at this moment, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her skewed white coat collar exposed half of her collarbone, seeming like a silent invitation.

Though Gracie always performed physiotherapy for Tang Long, this was the first time Tang Long had initiated physical contact with her.

"I'm sorry, these two years have really been hard on you." Tang Long gently pulled, and Gracie's petite body instantly was pulled to the bedside of the physiotherapy room, with just 20 centimeters between them, allowing Gracie to clearly see Tang Long's intense gaze beneath his dense eyebrows.

Gracie's heart trembled slightly, instinctively wanting to withdraw her hand, but Tang Long gripped it like a vice, leaving her unable to pull away.

Her heart raced, her ears burning, and she wondered to herself, "Why is he speaking strangely today?"

She instinctively wanted to avoid, but for unknown reasons, a formless force restrained her, made it impossible to step away, almost making her want to draw closer instead, so she simply raised her eyes and gazed at Tang Long deeply.

One pair of eyes was as deep as sapphire, the other was typical Oriental brown; as their gazes met, the atmosphere shifted significantly.

"How about just like this..." Gracie, almost flush against Tang Long, slowly closed her eyes.

But after a full 10 seconds of eyes shut, she still hadn't felt Tang Long kissing her.

When Gracie opened her eyes, she found Tang Long still seated on the bed, looking at her just the same.

"You... need to make a move." Gracie bit her lip hesitantly.

Tang Long felt delighted inside!

Make a move?

Alright, then let's make a big move.

This was what you said.

On the field, Tang Long, when one-on-one with an opponent, played with sharp footwork, swift movement, body shifting as if his shadow was invisible, leaving his opponents caught off guard.

At this moment, in the physiotherapy room, Tang Long was no different.

He flipped himself off the bed, his figure like a phantom, stepped and turned, swapping positions with Gracie, pressing her against the edge of the physiotherapy bed, hands bracing above, standing proudly behind her.

Gracie hadn't had time to react before she felt a powerful force surge toward her, shocking her heart, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word, internally exclaiming: "Ah, this wasn't what I meant by make a move!"

She soon realized what Tang Long was planning to do.

At this moment, Tang Long's hands weren't grasping her, merely standing behind her, giving Gracie ample space to escape, yet for some reason, her feet felt fixed in place, standing still, unsure if she willed it or if movement eluded her.

Her heart was in turmoil, she hesitated, biting her lower lip, then released it, leaving a deep imprint on her lips, nearly drawing blood, she uttered tremblingly:

"Tang, aren't you forgetting what I just said, you need to abstain for 15 days, how can you still want to do this?"

Tang Long, hearing this, merely smiled softly behind her, without responding, then one hand grasped the protruding zipper behind Gracie's clothes.

But as she said this, Gracie's face was already flushed with red; she knew she was firmly held, unable to escape.

Since she hadn't refused Tang Long, just stated he needed abstinence.

"It doesn't matter this once, besides, isn't there a wonderful doctor like you."

"Also, I'll tell you one thing, before a big match, I always fight harder and stronger."

Tang Long unzipped the back of Gracie's clothing, which came undone with a quick sound, revealing a smooth, mirror-like back to his eyes.

Fair as jade, very attractive.

With another pull, Gracie's white coat slid directly off to her elbows, exposing her close-fitting light blue lace underwear.

Due to Tang Long's forceful actions, the shoulder strap on Gracie's back shifted slightly, visible tracks etched onto her skin.

Now pressed against the massage chair, Gracie turned to look at Tang Long, her blue eyes glazed over with a mist, gasping intermittently, looking confused, making her appear even more charming, while the sight of her biting her lip spurred Tang Long to pick up speed.

Moving through the midfield, cutting onto the flanks, stepping back behind the offside line, powerful direct shot right in front of the penalty zone.

In the Manchester City physiotherapy room, where only the two of them were present, the scene was vibrant, melodious...

An hour and a half later.

Tang Long watched Gracie who was sitting on a chair, head lowered, putting on her shoes, and announced loudly:

"I'll deliver on what I promised. In the FA Cup final against Manchester United, I'll definitely score a hattrick!"