Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 33: Icardi Got Anxious, Only Tang Long Can Understand Me!

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Icardi Got Anxious, Only Tang Long Can Understand Me!

In the end, this match concluded with Inter’s 4-1 victory at home over their opponents!

After Icardi was substituted, Bonazzoli came on and scored a goal by picking up the pieces~

It was in the 88th minute when Gualin hit a high-quality long shot from 30 meters, causing Chievo’s goalkeeper to make an error.

Bonazzoli was in the right place and scored with an easy follow-up shot.

Having scored his first goal for Inter First Team, Bonazzoli, like Gualin, celebrated by taking off his shirt and received a yellow card.

In the final minutes, Inter players’ minds were already on the Christmas holiday.

In their eyes, the Chievo players running on the field seemed like the wives, parents, children, or girlfriends accompanying them during the holiday.

A relaxed Inter conceded a face-saving goal to Chievo.

Post-match press conference.

No surprise, Mancini walked towards the press conference with Gualin.

Arriving at the door, Mancini smiled and gestured for Gualin to go in first.

As soon as Gualin entered the room, there was a thunderous round of applause!

Clap clap clap—

Clap clap clap—

All the journalists stood up and applauded for Gualin!

All cameras were focused on him.

Gualin felt a buzzing in his mind; he hadn’t encountered such a scene for a long time.

The last time was when he won the Europa League with Porto in 2012.

"Am I the first Inter player to score a hat-trick this season?"

"It’s an honor. As a midfielder, I’m not as close to the goal as forwards, but I played to my strength in long shots. It’s the result of hard training, and of course, it wouldn’t have been possible without Mr. Mancini’s guidance."

"Why weren’t you in the lineup for the previous two games?"

"The team doctor has explained many times, and I don’t want to repeat or explain any rumors here. I had a thigh injury, but now I’m fully recovered and in 100% competition form, thanks to the coach’s trust."

"About patting your chest and pointing to the ground in celebrations?"

"I want to tell all Inter fans that I am proud to wear the Blue-Black shirt and will fight for this club’s honor until the last moment, even if I only have one leg left!"

"Your relationship with Icardi?"

"Strange, why suddenly ask this question? I have a great relationship with him and all Inter teammates. We have a warrior-like friendship, an unbreakable bond."

"Can you qualify for next season’s Champions League?"

"Currently, Serie A only has three Champions League spots, a reality we had to face at the start of the season. We fell behind at the season’s start, but we’re catching up now. Our hearts are in it, and under Mr. Mancini’s leadership, we’re on the right track."

"How do you rate Tang, and how is your relationship with him?"

"He’s a very talented young player. As I mentioned before, I get along well with all my teammates."

Gualin’s answers left no room for error.

Sitting beside him, Mancini showed a satisfied smile.

Mancini really couldn’t be more satisfied!

The team not only achieved a splendid three-game winning streak, breaking the awkward curse of never having secured three consecutive league wins since the tenure of their former coach Mazzari;

Additionally, in the standings, Inter’s ranking also rose to 7th place.

Just three rounds ago, they were still in 9th place.

Now, the Blue-Black Corps is 9 points behind third-placed Lazio.

points, a gap of three matches.

Mancini still has 25 league matches left.

This seasoned league specialist has ample confidence to bravely face challenges and chase after rivals.

The winter break is finally coming, and the players can relax and enjoy their holidays.

But not Mancini!

At the press conference, looking at the sea of reporters below, his mind was already on the transfer market.

"A mere 10 million euros, what kind of players can we bring in..."

...

...

"Bullshit!"

Simply bullshit!

You see Gualin’s phony demeanor at the press conference, saying how he has a good relationship with everyone?

He’s nothing but a complete hypocrite!

I really can’t understand what Mr. Mancini is thinking; this guy was clearly benched, so why was he suddenly brought back?

Doesn’t Mancini care about his authority anymore? How can he establish his prestige by doing this? I don’t accept it!"

During the winter break, in a cozy bar in Milan.

Icardi and Ranocchia were sipping drinks.

He kept expressing his dissatisfaction with Gualin to the Inter captain.

Icardi was born in Rosario City, Santa Fe Province, Argentina, holding dual Argentine/Italian citizenship.

Ranocchia was born in Assisi Town, Perugia Province, Italy.

Coincidentally, Icardi’s ancestors were Italian descendants who emigrated to Argentina in search of fortune after World War I from Assisi Town.

Tracing back roots, they could be considered half-countrymen.

Even Icarus’ Italian was slightly accented with a Perugian dialect.

"Mauro, you don’t have to be so anxious; wasn’t it just that Gualin didn’t pass the ball to you several times?

You’ve scored 11 goals in 13 Serie A matches, the Serie A Golden Boot will be yours sooner or later, so why compare with that reckless Colombian?"

Icardi looked very impatient.

"Captain, C Luo has already scored 20 goals in La Liga, twice more than me. How can I catch up to him if I don’t score more! And Messi has scored 17 too!"

Ranocchia paused his drink, shook it gently, and looked at this young Argentine with great interest.

"You want to win the European Golden Boot?"

"I do, why wouldn’t I! Tang told me I could win the European Golden Boot!"

"Hahaha, how old is Tang? You actually believe what he says, he’s just messing with you."

"...So, you don’t believe in me?"

"Mauro, of course, I believe in you, but you must not be too impatient. First, stabilize your position on the Serie A scorers list. Veteran Tony from Verona has also scored 8 goals, so secure the Serie A Golden Boot first!"

"That’s why I need to score more! You saw last game, I was in a better position, and Gualin just went solo, he’s so selfish, I don’t like him!"

Ranocchia put down his glass, and in his blue eyes, there was the unique depth of an Italian man.

"Mauro, we are friends, but as captain, I need to remind you.

Gualin scored three goals in the last match, helping us achieve three consecutive wins, a feat I’ve never accomplished in a year and a half under Mazzari. From this perspective, Gualin did indeed help the team."

Icardi still looked aggrieved, "But my goals can also help the team! Also, Mancini had originally benched Gualin and now suddenly brought him back, isn’t that slapping himself in the face?"

Ranocchia dismissed it with a smile.

"As long as the team can win, who can slap Mancini in the face? Mauro, if you look at it from Mancini’s perspective, there’s nothing wrong with what he’s doing, because he’s winning; winning makes everything right."

Icardi’s face suddenly darkened.

"Then that’s a slap in my face! Captain, how can you speak for the South American group? Didn’t you always dislike them? It’s like the sun’s coming out of the west!"

"I indeed don’t like them, but I’m the captain; I have to take responsibility for the whole team. You have to understand me, Mauro, being the captain of Inter is the hardest of all clubs in Italy, maybe one day you’ll understand when you become captain."

Ranocchia seemed a bit upset.

Icardi paused, suddenly downed a large glass of ale.

Bang!

He slammed the glass on the table so hard that the bartender walking by also turned to look at him.

"Then who can understand me? I’m a forward, naturally born to score goals. Only Tang Long understands me! I have to go to Mancini and insist on Tang Long playing, he loves passing me the ball!"

Ranocchia scratched his head, looking at the 21-year-old Icardi, whose face showed a naive and fearless expression. The words he intended to scold stayed in his mouth.

"Ah, silly boy, if you go to Mancini, you can expect to be excluded from the roster.

Because you are my brother, I’ll give you some advice — don’t go to Mancini, talk to Mr. Sane instead!"