Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 726 - 516: Guardiola’s daughter encounters Tang Long at the training ground, "Haha, are you joking?

Chapter 726: Chapter 516: Guardiola’s daughter encounters Tang Long at the training ground, "Haha, are you joking?

Guardiola once said something that was actually quite accurate and precise.

In this team right now, Tang Long is not only his most trusted player but also the one most trusted by his teammates.

When in doubt, consult Tang Long—this is what many Manchester City players think.

The young newcomer to Manchester City this year, left back Robertson, was deeply impressed by his teammates’ skills during his first training session.

This 22-year-old local young player was playing in the Championship last season and felt like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden when he joined the team, thinking that everyone was stronger than him.

Kolarov’s curved crosses, Gundogan’s ball control and protection, Diego’s through balls, Ranocchia’s rhythm control, Stones’ playing out from the back, Kompany’s powerful headers...

Even the backup goalkeeper Calarelo’s analysis of the game is more impressive than his own.

But what shocked him the most was Tang Long!

He was still playing in the Championship last year, where had he ever seen a player of Tang Long’s caliber?

As Manchester City proceeded through matches on two fronts, Robertson, who spent most of his time on the bench, was instructed by Guardiola to focus particularly on starting left-back Kolarov’s style of play, but what Robertson observed most was Tang Long.

"So strong, he actually can dribble past players like that!"

"Simply unbelievable, why didn’t I think of this passing route?"

"My God, how does he know there will be someone at that position, does he have a chip in his brain that allows him to anticipate in advance?"

"Incredible! Just incredible! In the entire Premier League, only he can score such a goal!"

After witnessing Tang Long’s Fierce Tiger Shot against Celtic, Robertson’s admiration for Tang Long grew even deeper, wanting nothing more than to apprentice under him and learn his long shot technique.

The next day, at the training ground, Robertson proactively approached Tang Long, mustered up the courage, and said shyly:

"Tang, can you teach me how to take powerful long shots like you? I’m truly amazed!"

Tang Long knew that Robertson was obviously referring to his astonishing Fierce Tiger Shot against Celtic.

He took a look at Robertson’s physique and found him as thin as a stick, his calves not strong enough, clearly needing more physical training.

Tang Long thought to himself: "He needs to strengthen his physical training first, I wonder if Coach Chiwo has given him a specific training plan?"

Robertson is a late-blooming English player, at his age, many players are already built robustly and some even sport a beard. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Robertson’s chin is smooth, and he doesn’t have much body hair. His height is only above 170 cm, which isn’t tall for a professional player, making him look like an immature high school student.

Tang Long smiled and said to him: "It’s not as great as you say, just a fluke, just good luck."

His intention was not to encourage Robertson to pester him, as back when he was at Inter Milan, another player named Di Marco had once persisted in asking him for a while, but some things cannot be taught easily.

Does Robertson have a system? Probably not!

However, despite Robertson being naturally shy, he somehow found the courage this time and wouldn’t stop pestering Tang Long, insisting he teach him a few long shot techniques.

Tang Long kindly persuaded him to learn from the experienced older brother in the left back position, Kolarov.

This advice was not wrong, and Guardiola said the same because Kolarov is considered a top-notch fullback in the Premier League. Although he’s not as fast as Robertson, his body positioning and match reading are good, and as for long shots, Kolarov does have a powerful long shot in him.

"No, Tang, I just want to learn from you, please teach me."

When Robertson said this, though the words conveyed a sense of pleading, his tone carried a sense of determination.

Tang Long understood Robertson’s character; he knew this player was shy, as he had once been teased into blushing red by the big sister Dilata during the summer new signings’ press conference. So Tang Long couldn’t bear to reject him again, and just agreed to train more together after practice.

He thought to himself: "Alright, since I plan to practice long shots after the game anyway, I’ll just let you join in."

Upon hearing Tang Long agree, Robertson was very happy, his eyes full of anticipation, eagerly waiting for the regular training to end so he could practice long shots with Tang Long.

...

"Dad, take me to your workplace, I’m so bored at home alone!"

Maria, playfully whining, clung to her father Guardiola’s neck, refusing to let go.

Her high school had a parent-teacher meeting today, and Maria’s mom went as the family representative, reminding Maria before leaving to study well at home and not go out to play.

However, in her rebellious phase, Maria didn’t want to stay home and study; she just couldn’t sit still.

Upon hearing his daughter wanting to go to the stadium with him, Guardiola hesitated for a moment, but then thought:

"Last time, I accidentally slapped her, and it took a lot of coaxing and gift-giving to mend the father-daughter relationship. If I refuse her now when she asks, it wouldn’t be good. I’ll take her with me, come back early in the afternoon, and if I don’t tell my wife, she won’t know."

So Maria drove with Guardiola to Manchester City’s training ground.

Today’s training session was personally overseen by Guardiola, and after it was over, he hurried to the meeting room with scouts to discuss the winter transfer issues.

Thus, Maria was left alone in Guardiola’s head coach office.

Maria usually doesn’t watch much football. She leaned against the wide floor-to-ceiling glass on the 6th floor, overlooking Manchester City’s training ground, watching her father coach the players. After watching for a while, she felt bored and sat down to tinker with her father’s computer.

Her father hadn’t returned for a long time, and the naturally lively Maria couldn’t sit still, so she ran out of the office alone to wander around the training base.

By this time, the regular training session had ended, and Manchester City’s players had all gone home, leaving only Tang Long and Robertson on the training field, practicing long shots.

Maria walked aimlessly, first teasing the ginger cat at the training base, then climbing an oak tree to pick the fruit above.

While playing, she heard huge sounds coming from the training field not far away, like firecrackers on Christmas.

Maria curiously looked over there and involuntarily walked over.

At this moment, Chiwo came towards her with a bag on his back.

Chiwo didn’t know Maria and didn’t know she was Guardiola’s daughter; he just thought the little girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old and looked very smart and cute. Suddenly, he remembered his own daughter who was still in elementary school, so he smiled at Maria and nodded.

Maria saw a scruffy middle-aged man smiling at her, and instantly felt nervous. She glared at Chiwo, made a face by sticking out her tongue, and ran away quickly like a little deer.

"Where did this weird uncle come from, carrying a pink backpack, so scary, like a pervert!" Maria thought as she ran.

Chiwo saw Maria being scared away by him, stood there scratching his head.

"Oh dear, am I really that scary?"

Since Chiwo discussed football tactics with Guardiola, his innate obsession with football became more evident.

He researched tactics late every night, editing videos and collecting materials, increasingly neglecting his personal image. He hadn’t shaved for three days, and suddenly smiling foolishly at a little girl on the road resulted in him appearing like a creepy uncle to Maria.

As for the pink backpack, it belonged to his wife. Chiwo was not particular; he used the bags his wife no longer wanted and thought nothing of it.

Although startled by Chiwo, Maria wasn’t afraid.

After all, her father Guardiola was Manchester City’s head coach, the boss here, and she was Guardiola’s daughter. She was not scared.

If anyone dared to bully her, she would immediately complain to her dad.

Her steps light, she quickly ran into the training field, where the firecracker sounds still echoed.

Maria looked around the empty training ground, seeing only two players practicing shooting.

One was a slim European, and the other was a stout Asian.

Maria saw that the Asian player, showing great agility, sprinted rapidly and fired three consecutive powerful shots, each with great force and speed, sharply flying into the net, making the European player beside him shout loudly, "Good shot, Tang, good shot!"

The European then mimicked the Asian player’s run-up and leg swing, attempting several long shots from about 30 meters away.

But these long shots were far off, either flying with excessive force or, though entering the goal, lacking power.

The European looked very frustrated, continuously talking with the Asian player.

Maria couldn’t hear what they were saying but felt that the European looked quite dumb, while the Asian tirelessly demonstrated to him, leaving the European still confused.

Though Maria didn’t understand football, she could tell just by watching this primal sport of beauty in force and speed who was good and who was not.

She walked over and sat by the sidelines, arms around her knees, watching from afar, thinking: "That Asian seems like the European’s teacher, kicking with much more strength, so this is how the firecracker sound is made, haha!"

Robertson took another seven or eight shots on goal, then turned to find a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl by the sideline watching them.

The shy Robertson instantly felt uncomfortable.

Robertson was only 22, had never dated, and was afraid of appearing foolish in front of girls. He didn’t know Maria but thought she might be a relative of some staff, and didn’t want to embarrass himself before her, so he greeted Tang Long and said he would leave first.

He was so shy that passing by Maria, he didn’t even dare look at her, leaving Tang Long alone to continue shooting.

Bam!

Tang Long, focused on shooting, paid no attention to Maria on the sidelines, and fired another explosive shot that hit the post, sending the ball flying into the air.

"Wow! You’re going to wreck the goal!" Maria clapped and laughed.

Tang Long was startled and turned back to see Maria sitting by the sidelines.