Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 727 - 517 Gracie: ’Just a reminder, players need to exercise restraint in that regard.

Chapter 727: Chapter 517 Gracie: ’Just a reminder, players need to exercise restraint in that regard.

Tang Long looked towards the sound, only to see a little girl with a black ponytail sitting on the sidelines, hugging her knees, grinning at him.

The girl’s exclamation just now was in cheers for Tang Long’s long shot.

Tang Long stared at her for quite a while but couldn’t recognize her, as girls of her age typically didn’t appear at the training ground.

Guardiola had never brought his daughter to the training ground before, and as a high school student, Maria had never appeared in front of the media, so naturally, Tang Long didn’t know her.

He merely thought based on her age that she might be some staff member’s child.

Tang Long slightly nodded at her but didn’t pay much attention, continuing to practice his shots.

Originally, there were about 10 balls on the field. With Robertson gone, no one was retrieving the balls for Tang Long, and the other coaches had also left, so Tang Long simply lined up all 10 balls in a row at midfield.

Bam bam bam!

Bam bam bam!

Sounds like firecrackers exploded on the training field one after another.

Without a goalkeeper present, Tang Long’s shots mostly emphasized power, trying to release maximum force while keeping his form intact and maintaining balance.

In regular games, his shots would generally use 80-90% of his power, but this time on the training ground, each shot was a full force!

Shooting all 10 balls left Tang Long drenched in sweat, with heat seemingly steaming atop his forehead, almost as if it were smoking.

The balls that scored were unquestionable, and the ones hitting the crossbar or sailing past the goalposts were each like cannonballs.

One shot sent the ball flying directly to a tree outside the training ground’s fence, frightening sparrows into chirping loudly and fluttering their wings in a hasty escape.

"Awesome!"

Tang Long yelled out, slamming his right fist against his chest with a thunk, a sound that seemed to vent his inner strength.

As he turned his head, Tang Long noticed the girl at the sidelines had disappeared; not thinking much of it, he simply took off his shirt.

After shooting with Robertson and a round of his own ten shots, his body was already soaked with sweat.

Tang Long retrieved the balls one by one and arranged them again. This time, he didn’t place them in the center but on the left side, wanting to try side shots.

Generally speaking, side shots are harder than frontal ones.

Although there are fewer defending players to obstruct side shots, the angle to score is smaller, and any slight deviation can cause the ball to miss the goal.

However, for a professional player of Tang Long’s level, such long shots without a goalkeeper are almost like open goals.

Bam bam bam, another ten shots, and this time the accuracy was even higher, with nine goals scored directly.

Tang Long smiled with satisfaction, realizing that the Fierce Tiger Shot truly packed a punch.

While thinking about going home to continue training on the AI Cloud Training Ground, he also felt a bit of regret.

In the sixth match of the Champions League group stage, Manchester City would host Barcelona, but by then Manchester City had already secured first place in the group in advance, having no further desires, so Guardiola probably wouldn’t let him play.

"It’s a pity, I’ll have to wait until the knockout stage to compete against Messi again. Just wondering if I’ll get the chance to face him." With that thought, a trace of loneliness flickered in Tang Long’s eyes.

Tang Long felt a bit tired, planning to go to the locker room for a drink and then take a shower before heading home.

Just as he was about to walk back while holding his shirt, he saw Maria running towards him with two cans of soda as he reached the sideline.

Apparently, Maria had watched Tang Long shoot for a while on the sidelines and felt a little thirsty. She ran back to her father Guardiola’s office, where there was a fridge stocked with various drinks.

Maria took two cans and hurried back to the training ground, eager to continue watching Tang Long "fire off shots."

She cheerfully extended a can of cola to Tang Long, about to say "here you go," but when her eyes met Tang Long’s bare upper body, the distinct muscle lines shimmered with a healthy glow under the sun, and she instantly stood stunned, her cheeks blushing slightly.

Maria’s gaze was like a magnet, transfixed by Tang Long’s muscle lines, secretly marveling: "Wow, those muscles are so handsome!"

Then she glanced at Tang Long’s handsome Oriental face, with sweat trickling down his cheeks, and thought he was just incredibly handsome, handsome all over.

Enrolled in a high school in Manchester, Maria found the boys in her class either too skinny like a stick or quite effeminate, none of them exhibiting the masculine hormones Tang Long did.

At 16, Maria was experiencing for the first time a genuine and peculiar feeling, an emotion intertwining heart flutter with curiosity, making her heart race like a startled deer.

She couldn’t help but blush, her gaze shifting to avoid, her head lowered, the hand holding out the cola to Tang Long gradually drooping, her fingers curling nervously.

Tang Long furrowed his brow, wondering where this girl had suddenly appeared from and quickly put his shirt back on.

Then, he took a close look at Maria from up close, noticing her young age, her pale pink knitted jacket accentuating her snow-white complexion, so delicate it was almost translucent, her shiny black hair tied high in a neat ponytail hanging at the back, gently swaying with her lowered head.