Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Chapter 878 606: The Miracle of 9320 Returns! He Bathed Manchester City's First Champions League in Blood!

"Good, quick, quick, quick, transfer, look to your left, why are you still hesitating?"

Inter Youth Team head coach Santon harshly commanded the players to pass the ball from the sidelines.

He still maintained the slender figure of his youth, just like a professional player;

However, the scattered white hairs at his temples and the slightly weary eyes unmistakably revealed his age of 34.

Santon has been retired for three years.

He once single-handedly defended C Luo in the Champions League, making him feel like he was imprisoned, and even the proud Portuguese gave him a thumbs up face-to-face after the match;

In that season fifteen years ago, as a rotational player, he achieved the only Serie A treble and was called "Italy's next Maldini" by Inter head coach Mourinho.

However, after the removal of his meniscus, his poor physical condition restricted further development, gradually drowning in the crowd.

In 2018, Santon left Inter and went to Rome.

During his four years in Rome, he played only 53 times before hastily retiring.

Afterward, Santon, just over thirty, obtained a coaching certificate and joined the Inter Youth Team, beginning his tenure as head coach this season.

"Why do I feel that you have more talent in coaching than I do? How about we switch places?"

Chiwo stood next to Santon, with a slightly bitter self-deprecation in his half-joking words.

The Inter Youth Team performed well this season.

They defeated strong opponents like AC Milan and Juventus in the youth league, winning the League Champion;

In the European Youth Champions League, they also reached the semifinals, eventually losing narrowly to Chelsea.

League Champion, Champions League semifinals—this was the KPI Chiwo set with the management at the beginning of the season, but ironically, the first team didn't achieve it, while the youth team did.

Santon smiled slightly, teasing: "I'm not swapping with you, I know you have a lot on your mind now, but well, you are the head coach, so you have to bear this yourself."

The young faces were racing across the field in a training match between the Inter Youth Team and a local Milan fourth-tier club.

Inter Youth Team was already leading 3-0.

"Tell me, Santon, do you have any promising players in your team who can be promoted to the first team? If my transfer budget isn't enough this summer, I might need a few kids from your team," Chiwo steered the conversation to the main topic.

Santon mentioned a few names to Chiwo.

"It's just those few, I reported to you last month, but you should think carefully. Even these outstanding talents now have the immediate combat power to play only in Serie B. If they can't play in the first team, I suggest loaning them out so they can get some game time."

Chiwo looked at these energetic young men and couldn't help but sigh.

He suddenly remembered more than ten years ago, himself standing on the sidelines of the youth team, observing these kids, and inadvertently discovered a world-class superstar. Unable to hold back, he blurted out:

"Where is the next Tang, Santon? Can you find me the next Tang in the team?"

Santon let out an "Oh", unable to hold back his laughter: "You're thinking too much, another Tang? With my squad, I'm not even sure if there's a next Santon. Don't let the youth league champion fool you; if two or three players end up playing in Serie A in the future, that would be amazing."

Seeing Chiwo's face darken and his mood sinking, Santon patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't be too melancholic, we were teammates before, we've seen everything in the last ten years, we both know that a genius like Tang appears once every fifty to a hundred years. You were lucky to run into him while coaching the youth team, but I don't have such luck."

"Tang is born with a superstar's charisma, when I returned to Inter for the second time, I was originally abandoned by Mancini, the reason for my renaissance here was completely due to Tang's guidance and motivation on the field; it was his encouragement. A player like that is a gift from God, rare to find, not something we coaches can cultivate."

...

Inside the rehabilitation room.

Inter First Team main striker Bonazzoli was having a heated argument with the team medic;

Even before Chiwo pushed open the door, he heard Bonazzoli's coarse voice shouting hoarsely.

"Bullshit! It's absolute bullshit!"

"I told you I've recovered. It's just a minor ankle fracture, not an amputation. It's been three months already; I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? Why won't you let me play?"

As soon as Chiwo pushed the door open, a loud crash was heard, and a glass cup shattered at his feet, causing Chiwo to retreat a step and glare at Bonazzoli.

"Ah, boss, I didn't mean it, are you okay!"

Bonazzoli turned over, jumped off the bed, and looked apologetically at Chiwo.

But the sudden jump brought a dull pain to Bonazzoli's ankle, immediately furrowing his brows.

Chiwo quickly gestured for him to sit down.

"Don't force it, look at yourself, I've communicated with the chief team medic Rubian, without his permission, you can't return, just wait a bit longer."

Already 28, Bonazzoli's physique has become much more robust than when he was in his early twenties.

His muscles and skeleton have fully developed and, coupled with his 185 cm height, give him the typical center forward's physique, looking imposing.

But the biggest change was still his face.