Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Chapter 867 599: Teammates Got Scared, Tang Long: "Put Me In—I'll Teach Manchester United a Lesson.

Tang Long instinctively let out a light "Hmm," his Adam's apple unconsciously sliding.

While doing shifts as the team doctor on the field, Gracie, who usually sported a neat ponytail, looked like a different person now—her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, a golden hair clip nestled in her locks shining subtly under the stadium lights.

Turning to talk to her colleagues in the medical team, Tang Long was surprised to discover that Gracie had indeed changed her hairstyle today.

She actually styled air bangs~

The air bangs, perfectly arranged, gently covered her smooth forehead, giving her originally distinct Western features a hint of Eastern grace.

It's known that this hairstyle rarely appears on Western girls' hair, but is quite popular among young Asian girls.

Gracie noticed Tang Long staring at her. She blinked, a faint smile curving her lips, revealing two charming dimples. Quickly turning her gaze back to her colleague, a blush quietly crept up on her earlobe.

As the saying goes, women dress for those they adore.

After the entanglement with the therapist that day, Gracie felt unprecedented nourishment, and her affection for Tang Long grew day by day.

Thinking back and forth, she specifically groomed herself before the match at Wembley Stadium, adopting an Oriental-style hairstyle.

"Wonder if he likes this look on me?"

Gracie's heart was somewhat uneasy.

Now, noticing Tang Long's eyes fixed on her, she felt delighted. "Oh, looks like he noticed."

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"What a ball! Look at Agüero's zigzag run!"

Tang Long's exclamation immediately redirected Bonazzoli's attention to Agüero.

But in the blink of an eye, when Bonazzoli's gaze shifted, Agüero had already secured a one-on-one chance.

"Haha, is there a replay? How did he suddenly get a one-on-one opportunity?"

Astounded, Bonazzoli even uttered the absurd request for a replay~

In fact, when the ball was controlled between Diego and Sabaleta, Bonazzoli's eyes followed the ball in motion, unlike Tang Long.

One eye fixed on the ball, the other watching Agüero's movement on the forward line—that's the gap between Bonazzoli and Tang Long.

When Tang Long noticed Agüero's serpentine run perfectly synchronizing with Diego's final pass, he quickly called for Bonazzoli to watch;

But Bonazzoli could only see the final result, missing the intricate process of coordination.

"Haha, another chip shot! Oh, why does he always manage to chip, is the goalkeeper stupid? Why always fooled by him? I don't get it!"

Agüero chipped the ball for a goal, teasing De Gea, and an exhilarated Bonazzoli applauded repeatedly.

Watching the team score the equalizer, Bonazzoli, substituted after a futile first half, had his doldrums swept away, joining the celebratory lineup on the substitute bench.

Sitting down, Tang Long chuckled helplessly, thinking: "Watched him play a whole season without understanding how he uses chip shots to trick the goalkeeper. Alas, his talent seems limited, unsure what level he'll reach at Manchester City."

Following Agüero's equalizer, Pellegrini grew anxious.

He hadn't expected his former goal-slaughtering Argentine striker to immediately dismantle his meticulously deployed defense upon his second-half entry.

Pellegrini quickly adjusted, replacing the physically frail Mata with 21-year-old rookie McTominay, intending to strengthen midfield tackles!

"Fight hard!"

Manchester United, having exited the Champions League early, didn't have to battle on three fronts like Manchester City, evidently holding a fitness advantage.

Besides, McTominay epitomizes a typical Scottish tough guy. Compared to technical Spanish midfielder Mata, his play is irrationally aggressive and much rougher.

Upon entry, a wide interception foul sent the just-assisting Diego spinning.

Though the referee warned him, the tactic clearly alarmed fellow technical midfielder Mkhitaryan.

Mkhitaryan and Diego exchanged glances. Though silent, their eyes concurred: "The Champions League final is nearing, don't let this Scottish hothead injure us, it's not worth it."

In ensuing gameplay, both intentionally slowed the pace, avoiding passes traversing McTominay's vicinity, instead utilizing the field's width, attempting to mobilize Manchester United.

However, Pellegrini had long anticipated, with Pogba and front-line Rooney intensely centralizing their positions. Their running and interception abilities are strong, making it difficult for Manchester City to pierce through United's midfield.

On the wings, Agüero's height poses no advantage, placing Manchester City in a thunderous yet ineffectual situation.

Contrarily, United executed a few counterattacks efficiently, leveraging Pogba's long pass command to coordinate finely with Rooney and Eevee.

If not for goalkeeper Onana's few extreme saves, United would've reversed the score.

"Easy, easy, everyone calm down!"

Onana with palms down performed his signature move.

In the 71st minute of the second half, young Robertson forcefully broke leftward, sending a cross perfectly timed and paced.

Agüero attempted to leap but sensed a looming dark cloud.

McTominay appeared out of nowhere, robustly heading the ball out of bounds.

Upon landing, he purposely elbowed Agüero, shoving him to the ground.

In frustration, Bonazzoli slapped his thigh, jumped up, pointing at McTominay and swearing;

Then, furiously walking back to his seat, he complained to Tang Long: "This Scottish brute! If I were on the pitch, I wouldn't let him bully us like that!" Tang Long calmly reassured him to stay cool.

At this point, Guardiola glanced towards Tang Long and started conversing quietly with Chiwo.

Tang Long understood Guardiola was considering subbing him in.

And live broadcast cameras aptly focused on Tang Long.

The broadcasters were savvy, and the on-site fans were too. Although Manchester City supporters were fewer than United's, the twenty thousand City fans began chanting Tang Long's name—

"Tang!"

"Let Tang play!"

"Pep, what are you waiting for!"

"Send him in to kill the game!"

Tang Long stood and approached Guardiola.

"Put me in, let me teach this McTominay a lesson."