Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 65: 70,000 Fans Shouting His Name! This Moment Finally Comes!

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: 70,000 Fans Shouting His Name! This Moment Finally Comes!

"Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!"

"An attack as fluid as mercury!"

"From Tang Long’s first pass to the wing, to Podolski’s cross in front of the goal."

"It involved a total of five passes, six touches!"

"The ball never stopped throughout the whole play!"

"If it weren’t for the slow-motion replay, we wouldn’t have known how embarrassed the Palermo players were!"

"Look at their astonished eyes; they’ve been completely stunned by Inter’s combination play!"

"Although this attack wasn’t a direct link between Tang Long and Icardi."

"From the first pass to the second-last, it was all orchestrated by Tang Long, adding the perfect touch to this attack!"

"Tonight at the Meazza, the star is the ’Sugar-coated Bullet’!!!"

In the coaching area, Mancini was also watching with a big laugh!

He hadn’t been this happy in a long time.

Though the opponent was merely a weak team, Palermo;

Although this goal was just the icing on the cake for the entire match.

But this was the smoothest attack Mancini had seen his team perform in half a season at Inter Milan!

This filled Mancini’s heart with confidence.

Inter Milan players are entirely capable of such Barça-style attacks!

The score was now 4-0.

Palermo’s players had completely lost the will to fight back.

Some of the seasoned players, long accustomed to Serie B, began to slack off on the field.

Even when there was an opportunity to attack.

The defenders merely passed the ball back and forth at the back, with little desire to move forward.

This made the young player on loan from Juventus, Sunny, jump in anger.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing! Attack!"

The outcome of this match didn’t matter to Sunny.

All he wanted was to showcase himself well at the Meazza, to boost his market value.

For a loaned player, this was quite important.

However, Sunny’s shouts, his madness, and relentless pressing seemed lonely and helpless amidst his teammates’ lack of desire to fight.

His efforts were drowned in the sea of cheers from over seventy thousand fans at the Meazza.

Four goals weren’t enough!

Icardi still wanted to score!

In this match, the Argentine forward broke many of his records since joining Inter Milan.

His first hat-trick.

His first four goals in one game.

If he could score another one for a quintuple, it would indeed be a wonderful night!

However, just as the saying goes, pleasure often turns to sorrow.

What happened next was a slap in the face for Icardi.

Sunny was sticking close to Icardi.

The 18-year-old loan from Juventus channeled all his DNA-level hatred for Inter Milan on Icardi, who scored goals at his team’s expense!

"Since we can’t score, I won’t let you feel good either!"

Sunny’s actions were a bit much.

Several times, he used fouls to forcefully tackle Icardi, pushing or pulling him down, not letting him comfortably receive the ball.

No matter how perfect Tang Long’s pass was, Sunny would still go at him once Icardi got the ball.

Just to make him uncomfortable!

He even received a yellow card for it.

Icardi was furious.

He turned around and held up four fingers at Sunny:

"Kid! We scored four goals against you, four!"

Provoked by Icardi, Sunny’s anger flared up, burning like wild fire.

He retaliated by holding up three fingers to Icardi.

"We’ve already won three consecutive titles with Juventus! What are you Inter anyway!"

Their tussle exploded during a set-piece attack.

This time, Brozovic’s pass had too much power, curving outwards.

Icardi decided to attempt a high-difficulty shot!

He leaped high, raising his knee, his calf bent back—his foot was almost level with his head!

Was he going for a scorpion kick?

Bam~

The scorpion’s tail missed the ball but heavily hit Sunny’s back head.

Sunny fell to the ground instantly, clutching his head, crying out in pain!

"Icardi! Dangerous play with a high foot!"

The referee decisively blew the whistle, rushing to the scene immediately.

When Icardi saw the referee’s hand reaching for the pocket, his heart sank.

"Damn it, I got a yellow card in the first half..."

Two yellows make a red!

Icardi was sent off!

The Meazza stadium erupted with high-pitched boos!

Fans in the front rows even started cursing and trying to climb over the barriers.

If not for the security personnel’s intervention, they really wanted to storm the field and give the referee a good beating.

What the hell?

Giving our star striker a red card?

Referee, are you looking to get beaten?

Staring at the glaring red card, Icardi felt a loud bang in his head, stunned.

In his career, whether in Argentina, Sampdoria, or Inter Milan, he had never received a red card.

"I, I didn’t do it on purpose, referee, you can’t do this, I, I still want to score, huh?"

It took him a full five seconds.

Icardi finally reacted, like a wronged child, stammering his appeal to the referee.

If not for Tang Long pulling him aside and saying a few words, Icardi would have squatted on the field, refusing to leave.

As he finally left the field, though the Meazza stadium gave him applause full of kindness and encouragement, the Argentine forward’s eyes were still red.

"Sigh, if I had known, I shouldn’t have taken off my shirt after scoring the third goal in the first half, damn!"

Icardi was clenching his molars hard.

Mancini on the sideline also looked irritated!

In Serie A, two yellows resulting in a red card leads to an additional one-match league suspension.

Next, Inter would play an away game against a strong rival, Lazio, competing directly for the Champions League qualification spot!

"You brat, you messed up my plan again!"

Mancini scolded Icardi a couple of sentences and gave him a swift kick on the butt.

By then, the match was in the 75th minute.

On one side was Palermo, with no hope of turning the game around.

On the other, Inter Milan, down to ten men after losing their star striker.

Neither side had the heart to continue fighting.

The match entered garbage time.

Mancini began substituting out the starting players.

In the 86th minute of the match, Mancini used the last substitution.

The young forward Bonazzoli went on to warm up, replacing Tang Long.

This seemed to be Mancini’s way of rewarding Tang Long.

Because as he came off, the Meazza echoed with thunderous cheers!

"Tang—"

"Tang—"

"Tang—"

Each call surged like waves, gathering into an unstoppable force.

The pitch seemed to vibrate with the thundering shouts, as every inch of ground felt the fans’ intense emotions.

The cheers for Tang Long even surpassed those for Icardi when he left!

The eyes of the crowd are bright; they know who the real master of this match was.

Tang Long’s last name echoed through the historic Meazza stadium like ancient war drums!

A strong wave of emotion crashed over him like a tide.

Like the turning of fate’s key!

Isn’t this the scene he had longed for during his youth team days?

Isn’t this the vision he had dreamt about over countless days and nights in the youth team?

More than seventy thousand fans, chanting his last name in unison, it was as if the whole world was cheering for him!

For this moment, Tang Long didn’t know how many years he had waited!

Before he could raise his hands to salute the fans with his respect.

Mancini approached the sideline and gave Tang Long a big hug!

"Well done, kid, you deserve the fans’ cheers and my trust!"