Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 77: Icardi is anxious again! Why do you always assist Podolski!
Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Icardi is anxious again! Why do you always assist Podolski!
The 31-year-old Lazio goalkeeper Keramati is in his prime and has been selected for the Italian national team.
Although the pouring rain hindered his vision, he heard the explosion of Tang Long’s shot first!
"Where’s the ball!"
Anticipating the imminent moment, Marchetti widened his eyes, his entire body tense, but couldn’t see where the ball was.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the night sky!
In that sudden 0.05-second flash, Marchetti clearly saw the white football, wrapped in rain, spinning rapidly and shooting towards him!
Save!
Marchetti’s ape-like long arm swung out!
His glove touched the football!
He could even clearly feel the friction pattern at the fingertips of the glove against the football, generating a sensation of resistance!
"Duang~"
The football hit the right post and bounced into the net!
The ball is in!
to 2!
Inter Milan has taken the lead!!!
"It’s in, it’s in, it’s in, it’s in, it’s in, it’s in!"
"Gooooooooooal!"
"Tang Long’s long shot took the lead!"
"A two-goal comeback!"
"This is an epic turnaround!"
"At the Rome Olympic Stadium!"
"The Blue-Black Corps shows their indomitable spirit!"
"Finally completing the comeback in the 85th minute!"
The moment the referee signaled the goal.
Tang Long’s blood instantly heated up to 100 degrees!
The rain kept falling, soaking his clothes and shoes.
He rushed towards the Inter substitute bench like a man made of water!
First, he leaped high and swung his fist heavily towards the sky!
"Ah——"
Then continued to accelerate, his knees suddenly sliding on the ground!
Zhila——
Tang Long executed a passionate knee slide towards his teammates!
Like a speeding sports car moving across a flooded road, splashing water up to two meters high!
Coach Mancini’s knees suddenly weakened, and somehow, he knelt down in front of Tang Long, hugging him tightly!
"My God, don’t you want to see what you have done?"
Everyone gathered around.
Everyone, under the pouring rain in the Olympic Stadium, piled onto Tang Long’s body.
The sound of the storm could not drown out the shouts of Inter players!
They shouted a hundred times louder than the storm!
Except for third goalkeeper Berni, sitting alone on the edge of the substitute bench, staring ahead.
He cried!
Berni buried his head in a white towel and cried!
"Damn!" Berni cursed tremblingly.
This goal was so thrilling to watch!
As Inter’s third goalkeeper, it’s incredibly satisfying!
Inside the small tavern by the river in Munich.
The atmosphere exploded!
The Germans watched in amazement one by one!
They all stood up, rushing towards the TV hanging from the ceiling.
Crowding, bumping, slipping, swearing!
A few tables and chairs in the bar were overturned, beer glasses smashed, shattered, black beer flowing everywhere.
But these owners didn’t care, because the boss rushed the fastest, leaping out from behind the cash register!
Everyone crowded like sunflower seeds, looking up at Tang Long on the television.
"My goodness, did that Chinese guy just score?"
"Otherwise, how do you think the ball went in!"
"From that position, that distance, he actually scored!?"
"Unbelievable, at least 35 meters, this could be nominated for this year’s Puskás Award!"
"This guy is a true genius. It’s a pity he’s at Inter, fighting tooth and nail for Champions League spots. He should come play for us at Bayern and beat Dortmund together!"
"Agreed! Let Podolski act as a spokesman, get him to Bayern!"
The referee blew the whistle to end the match.
Lazio players collapsed like mud, scattered in puddles.
Many covered their faces.
They couldn’t believe that such a comeback actually happened to them.
Inter players, however, raised their arms in triumph!
It truly was a hard-fought victory.
Tang Long laid on the ground, gasping for breath.
Facing the night sky, the large, dense raindrops fell from the sky, hitting his face.
Raindrops streamed down Tang Long’s face, plugging his nostrils, making even breathing a luxury.
Captain Ranocchia pulled him up.
"Tang, from now on, no one can shake your starting position. You have helped us take a big step in the fight for Champions League qualification. As captain, I represent the dressing room in thanking you for your dedication!"
Mancini shaking hands with Pioli.
"Sorry, you lacked a bit of luck, I’m taking the three points."
"No, we didn’t lack luck," Pioli smiled wryly, "we lacked players like Tang."
Klose’s back appeared lonely.
He stared blankly at the 2-3 score on the stadium’s big screen.
His eyes were quite confused.
This match was supposed to be his spotlight.
In the first half alone, he scored twice, pushing Inter to the edge of a cliff, teetering.
But the development of events turned into a roller coaster, leaving Klose unwilling. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Podolski came to exchange jerseys.
"Brother, we tied this match," Podolski joked, "we both scored two goals, I didn’t win, and you didn’t lose."
"No, I lost. Our whole team lost, we lost to an 18-year-old boy, and lost badly."
"Is it true you’re retiring after this season?"
"If I can’t help the team secure Champions League qualification this season, I’ll play another year."
"Good luck, brother."
"You too, I’m envious of you."
"Envious of what, envious of my higher salary at Inter than yours, haha?"
"Lucas, your cooperation with that Chinese guy is like a match made in heaven. I’m sure you’ll find your presence in Italian football."
All Inter fans across the world are thrilled by this epic comeback!
But if there’s one person who isn’t quite happy.
It’s Icardi watching the game at home.
His body, exhausted after Wanda wore him out, slumped on the sofa.
Dark circles deep and heavy tell the tiring story.
But if possible, he wishes he could put this effort on the pitch, not at home!
After watching this match.
Icardi felt threatened by competitor Podolski.
Since Tang Long entered the game in the second half.
The German forward slammed two goals in!
Since joining in the winter window, his goal count is nearing Icardi’s.
This match Podolski played only 45 minutes with Tang Long.
What if they played the full game together in this 4-2-3-1 tactic, how many goals would Podolski score?
Icardi couldn’t figure out, nor dare to think!
Especially recently, he had heard.
Mancini esteems the player who played over 100 times for the German national team.
Preparing to award him the position of the team’s primary penalty kicker.
This privilege originally belonged to Icardi!
Thinking of this.
Icardi feels his dream of the European Golden Boot drifting away.
Even the Serie A Golden Boot seems out of reach.
How is it that when I’m not there, Tang Long gives Podolski so many brilliant assists?
Tang Long’s passes belong to me.
No one should take them from me!
Icardi is really anxious!
He decided to talk to Tang Long about this matter the next day.
