Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Chapter 906 - 624: Finale: All That Is Beautiful Will Be Sealed in the Amber of Time

Agüero said, "My career has been incredibly lucky, meeting you, meeting Tang, and being with these Manchester City teammates. Ryo, I've been retired for five years, but I feel that all the beautiful past is sealed in the amber of time, forever remaining in my memory!"

Messi listened and laughed heartily on the screen.

"Bullshit! Where did you learn to say such artistic words, I can't get used to it, I really can't. I'm still used to the you who snores and curses in the middle of the night when we share a room!"

…

That night, Inter Milan's players took a special plane from Sicily back to Milan, a plane arranged by their former chairman, Moratti.

The 81-year-old chairman Moratti couldn't travel with the team to Sicily for the critical championship match due to health reasons;

but his heart has always been with the team, and he had already booked a special plane for them.

On the plane, the Inter players sang and danced, Tang Long was laughing heartily too—after returning to Milan, none of them slept. Led by the old captain Ranocchia, they partied all night, everyone got blissfully drunk. At this moment, they were free from the discipline of professional players, and Berni eagerly handed cigarettes to all the players.

However, Tang Long alone distanced himself from the noise, immediately returning home once they landed in Milan.

It wasn't that he didn't want to celebrate Inter Milan's first League Champion in 16 years with his teammates; rather, he had more important matters to face.

Tang Long and Gracie's child was finally born—on this championship night for Inter Milan, his wife Gracie gave birth to the fruit of their love at the Milan Central Hospital.

When their 4 kg big baby boy was born, Tang Long, at 30 years old, finally became a father, transitioning from a boy to a real man.

In the hospital, Tang Long was quite frantic: he wanted to kiss his baby boy, but feared holding him incorrectly might hurt the newborn in swaddling clothes;

he wanted to make formula for the baby, but kept getting the milk-to-water ratio wrong, causing the nurse beside him to frown.

At this moment, Tang Long was nothing like a superstar who has won the Golden Ball Award four times; instead, he resembled a rookie on the field, unsure and awkward.

"Oh, my darling child, your dad still has a long way to go," Gracie smiled warmly from the bed.

After a bout of chaos, the sky started to brighten.

When Tang Long walked out of the hospital, it was already half past five in the morning, and the gentle sunlight of the Apennine Peninsula shone on him.

At that moment, Tang Long felt an unprecedented exhaustion sweep over him, and after taking a few steps forward, an equally unprecedented sense of relief followed—a blend of fatigue and relaxation, one blazing like magma, the other as refreshing as mountain water, mingling inside him.

"Ah, we won..."

Tang Long raised his head, strolling as he watched the rising sun, reflecting on this year's journey in Italy, and unknowingly arrived at an suburban park.

Here, greenery flourished, winding paths led to secluded spots, and occasional early birds chirped, making one feel refreshed and joyful.

He took out his phone, browsing the videos of his teammates drinking and dancing wildly, while also flipping through pictures of his sleeping child he had just taken. The intertwining sense of happiness made him truly feel like the happiest man in the world!

Unknowingly, he arrived by a lakeside, intending to take a nap on a deck chair, only to discover someone already sitting there as he approached.

The figure seemed familiar, and upon closer inspection, he was struck in awe.

"Toure!"

Tang Long instinctively shouted, his heart unsure: How is Toure here?

Sitting on the chair, Toure also recognized Tang Long, standing up with a somewhat happy expression. Clearly, Yaya Toure hadn't expected to meet Tang Long by chance in a suburban Milan park at dawn.

Having not met for years, the two had some previous conflicts at Manchester City—led by Toure, the French Language Gang openly opposed Tang Long's Spanish Language Gang, sparking disputes among the English Language Gang, Portuguese Language Gang, and various other factions within the team.

Therefore, after years apart, their encounter was somewhat awkward, shaking hands then sitting at opposite ends of the chair.

However, at 43, Toure had been retired for many years, and Tang Long at thirty had matured, so the old players had lost the youthful arrogance of their earlier years.

They began to reminisce about their Manchester City days, recalling football, but talked more about life, children, and their post-retirement lives.

Toure mentioned that he, like Ronaldo, had obtained an agent license; the player Toure was gone, but a manager Toure would continue to be active in football.

This visit to Milan was to start developing his business in Italy and to visit relatives here.

As they talked, the pair on the chair gradually moved closer, and by the end, they were engaged in an intimate and open conversation.

Suddenly, Toure shifted the topic, his tone heavy with apology.

"Tang, after all these years, I haven't had the chance to apologize to you."