Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 706 - 498 Chiwo flatly refused: "Wherever Tang is, that’s where I’ll help him grow!

Chiwo was taken aback, glanced at Mancini, and refused him.

"I don't have this idea right now, thank you for your invitation."

Chiwo's voice was calm and firm.

Mancini originally thought Chiwo would agree immediately, after all, this was a rare opportunity, and with his personal relationship with Zamparini, this thing was certain.

The Italian smiled, adjusted his tie slightly, trying to make himself look more composed.

At this moment, the sunset outside the window shone through the mottled leaves, casting dappled light and shadows on them.

It was a rare sunny day in Manchester.

Mancini initially thought Chiwo was afraid of Zamparini's reputation, which made him hesitant to accept the task.

Zamparini was known in the Italian football circle as "Zam the Mouth," famous for ranting against the media.

But that's nothing compared to Zamparini's most famous act of having a coach be rehired three times in one season.

"If you're worried about Zamparini, you can rest assured. I guarantee you'll stay until the end of this season, at least experience a complete Serie B season."

Mancini leaned slightly forward, his eyes carrying a hint of expectation, trying to persuade Chiwo.

For a moment, this England national team coach even felt amazed by his persistence. He was doing this entirely to compensate for the trauma he once caused Chiwo.

This was a form of compensation. Mancini hoped Chiwo could accept his gesture, to make himself feel a bit better.

Thus, Mancini briefly explained the current situation at Palermo, saying Zamparini was not in a hurry to return the team to Serie A, and there were many young talents on the team ready to be developed. Chiwo, who started as a youth team coach, could surely help bring them out, achieving a sense of accomplishment!

However, Chiwo still politely declined Mancini, stating he didn't want to consider this matter for now.

The Romanian slightly bowed, with an apologetic smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a firm resolve.

Mancini's brows lightly furrowed, his smile instantly froze, replaced by a trace of displeasure.

He took another cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth, his fingers trembling slightly.

He thought to himself: "Could he be looking down on Serie B and wants to coach in Serie A? This could be a problem."

Mancini took a deep drag from the cigarette and continued to speak calmly to Chiwo:

"Serie B is also a good platform. Don't underestimate the Second Division; there are many seasoned coaches here. If you want to coach Serie A, you first have to compete against these old hands in Serie B!"

As he spoke, he gestured in the air, trying to make Chiwo understand his point more intuitively.

"Besides, starting in Serie B doesn't carry the same pressure as Serie A, Christian. You must understand, not every coach can, like me, start their head coaching career at thirty-six or seven." Although Mancini's words aimed to comfort Chiwo, he habitually praised himself too.

Chiwo smiled a wry smile, showing a hint of helplessness, but without any anger in his eyes.

He nodded slightly, seemingly in agreement.

He admitted to himself that, at least compared to his peers, his current coaching level was far inferior to Mancini's twenty years ago.

"I have no prejudice against Zamparini, nor do I look down on him. I just want to continue to stay by Guardiola's side and do my job as an assistant coach."

Upon hearing this, Mancini's face sank, stunned for a while.

He took a sharp inhale from the cigarette, then slowly exhaled, eventually forming a smoke ring.

The smoke diffused into the air, resembling the sorrow in his heart.

"Is this Romanian just unappreciative of my offer? Then I really don't know how to compensate him."

He recalled Chiwo leaving his side and immediately joining Manchester City.

Although Mancini felt guilty for driving Chiwo away, he was secretly displeased with Chiwo for turning to Guardiola immediately.

Having learned the news from TV, Mancini fumed, cursing, "Looks like the kid had already found a new place..!"

Mancini retorted coldly: "Is Guardiola really that good? Christian, I understand why, once you left the England national team, you immediately signed with Manchester City, perhaps you think Guardiola is better than me, that being around him, you could learn more than being with me."

After speaking, Mancini pressed the cigarette butt onto the step, twisting it harshly, leaving a black stain.

His words carried a mix of sarcasm and jealousy.

Even the proud and self-centered Mancini had to admit that Guardiola's fame in world football was far greater, and the Champions League trophies Guardiola won were something Mancini could not reach.

Chiwo rose after hearing these words, and met eyes with Mancini.

Mancini felt the conversation with his former assistant was drawing to a close, preparing to bid him farewell.

At this moment, the players' tunnel was already empty, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

It seemed that with the conversation reaching this stage, there was no need for the two to continue talking.

Yet Chiwo said: "It's not like that, Mr. Mancini. Regardless of whether I am with you or Guardiola, I have learned a lot, but I don't want to leave Manchester City now, mainly because Tang is here, and I don't want to leave him."

Mancini froze, momentarily missing the implications of Chiwo's words.

"What do you mean," Mancini's face showed confusion, "you're staying because of Tang?"

Chiwo replied: "That's right, this is my second season working with Tang. Since he joined the Premier League, the potential he has shown is beyond what he displayed at Inter Milan."

"I'm looking forward to making history with him this season, both for the club and personally."

Mentioning Tang Long, Chiwo's eyes began to sparkle, something not seen during the prior conversation with Mancini.

"He's a great player," Chiwo looked at the cigarette butts Mancini had tossed on the floor, kicking them away, "but there are still many areas he can improve on. I need ample time, along with Manchester City's coaching staff, to help him grow. He will become a world-class star, and I don't want to miss this process, so I'm presently not considering leaving Manchester City."

Chiwo shook hands with Mancini in farewell.

Before leaving, he once again thanked Mancini for his kindness, not forgetting to joke that if Zamparini ever invited Tang to Palermo, he might consider taking up the helm.

Mancini forced a smile, nodding in response to Chiwo's tease.

Watching Chiwo wave his hand before disappearing down the player tunnel, Mancini fell into a confused state.

"Choosing to stay as an assistant coach over a head coach position for a player, Chiwo, you are truly bewildering!"

He looked around.

This player tunnel he knew all too well.

He had coached here for three full years, familiar with every blade of grass and piece of brick.

In a trance, he could still see the figures of Balotelli, Dzeko, Tevez, and others passing by.

"Mario..." Mancini internally muttered Balotelli's name.

"Come on, City!"

A loud shout came from outside the stadium, Mancini turned his head to the window, seeing fans gathered at the bus exit, cheering for the Manchester City players emerging.

At this moment, this 52-year-old man suddenly felt intense envy towards Guardiola.

The Spaniard not only had the support of the Abu Dhabi Consortium, with abundant financial resources to buy anyone he desires;

But he also had a good assistant coach like Chiwo to assist him.

Of course, he could also coach rising football star Tang Long!

Mancini sighed, recalling how he himself had promoted Tang Long to the youth team, yet now he would grow into a superstar at Manchester City, feeling as if he had nurtured the peach tree only for someone else to pick the peach.

Meanwhile, Guardiola was only in his forties, still very young, remaining in an upward phase of a coach's career;

His future held far more possibilities than Mancini's.

"Damn Pep, he's really the world's top lucky man, having such a good assistant and the chance to coach Tang, how come you get all the good fortune!"