Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 732 - 521: Suarez is Panicking! If You Score Again, I’m Really Going to Bite You, No Joking!

Guardiola was originally facing away from the field, discussing the lineup for the next match against Manchester United with assistant coach Chiwo.

However, the sudden roar from the Etihad Stadium sent shivers up their spines;

The two looked at each other in astonishment——

What happened?

Turning their heads again, they saw Tang Long surrounded by teammates, and only then did Guardiola slap his forehead and realize, oh, it was a goal.

He burst into laughter and said to Chiwo, "I just wanted him to go out there and warm up, didn't expect him to score."

Chiwo nodded slightly but remained silent, smiling instead.

Having grown alongside Tang Long for over two years, Chiwo knew that in Tang Long's football dictionary, there was no such thing as "just warming up".

Either he doesn't play at all, or if he does, he plays seriously!

Perhaps inspired by Tang Long's violent long shot, the young Sterling didn't go to celebrate with Tang Long. Instead, he rushed into the net, snatched the ball from Ter Stegen's hands, and ran towards the center circle, shouting as he ran: "Hurry up, we still have time!"

The Barça players, initially stunned by Tang Long's amazing long shot, snapped back to their senses and glared angrily at Sterling.

What was the idea? You've already secured first place in the group, do you still intend to turn this match around?

Suarez fumed: "What's with Sterling, huh?"

Neymar gritted his teeth: "Alright, let's see!"

Pique snapped: "I told you guys to watch out for Tang, didn't you listen to me?"

Busquets, who caused the goal due to his own mistake, said somewhat sheepishly: "Why rush, keep calm, we're still leading, the match is almost over."

Only Messi stood still, stroking his thick beard while looking at Tang Long in silence.

In his mind, like a movie replaying in slow motion, he recalled Tang Long's shot.

Messi didn't know what a Fierce Tiger Shot was, but he clearly saw Tang Long's shooting posture, a cloud of confusion in his heart.

"Look at his exaggerated forward movement, leg swing, and exertion posture, clearly using his whole body's force. Given that, the ball should've gone off course, yet the power and precision were extraordinary. This isn't scientific, how did he do it?"

As a player trained from a young age at La Masia in formal academy football training, Messi knew well a truth about long shots: the more you want power, the less you should use your entire strength.

An average long shot uses about seventy percent of your strength, at most ninety percent, always leaving a ten percent margin for control. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

This ten percent is used to control your body posture to ensure the shot form doesn't deform; otherwise, while the ball may have power, the angle is hard to control, and it's easy to end up with a wild shot.

But Messi recalled how exaggeratedly Tang Long swung his leg just now, his foot almost pointing towards the starry night sky of the Etihad.

Forget about full force; it seemed even twelve out of ten at play, using all his might—can a long shot really be played like this?

Tang Long pulled one back, and the fans present erupted in cheers, the Manchester City players on the field, who were originally slacking off, all had their fighting spirit lifted.

On the other hand, the Barça players became quite apprehensive, unable to fully unleash their potential.

Barça's head coach Enrique immediately brought on Raphinha to replace Neymar, strengthening the midfield defense, and at the same time, gave a complicated look towards Manchester City's coach, Guardiola.

Enrique mused internally: "When I shook hands with him before the match, Pep was very cordial, even telling me not to worry, saying we would surely advance. I was quite happy then, thinking he would go easy. But seeing him put on Tang, is he going for an all-out attack?"

At this thought, a shiver suddenly went through Enrique's heart.

"Pep, oh Pep, you show no mercy to your former club, saying one thing to my face and doing another behind my back, you little man!"

The match situation turned sharply; Manchester City pressed fiercely with possession, while Barça's team all retreated.

Fortunately, Tang Long's goal came in the 87th minute; after celebrations, it was already the 88th minute, so even with added injury time, there were probably only five or six minutes left before the match would end.

The Barça players ran and defended while occasionally glancing at the large scoreboard on the Etihad Stadium stands with peripheral vision, eagerly watching the numbers change, wishing the referee would blow the final whistle soon.

"Oh no, Celtic has been equalized!"

Barça's substitute player Ma Long exclaimed in panic, jumping up!

In another concurrently held Champions League group stage 6th round match, Borussia Mönchengladbach equalized against Celtic in the 89th minute thanks to a goal by forward Rafael!

Upon hearing this, the substitute bench was instantly seized by turmoil.

Before the match began, both Barça and Borussia Mönchengladbach were at 7 points.

With Borussia Mönchengladbach's strength far above Celtic's, if they eventually overturned the scoreline, they would move from 7 points up to 10 on the leaderboard.

Though Barça led, they were under fierce attack by Manchester City now, and their defense was faltering, morale rather low; the worst outcome would be...

"Ma Long! Stop blurting out nonsense, sit down!"

Enrique raised his foot and kicked Ma Long back into his seat on the substitute bench.

Enrique looked nervously onto the field, hoping the players hadn't heard Ma Long's shout.

Yet his worry materialized, Ma Long's voice was loud, every Barça player on the field clearly heard it.

An unsettling look and ominous aura began to spread on the face of every Barça player.

Quietly Messi, who seldom spoke, also heard Ma Long's shout, and a chill ran through his heart, quickly calling out:

"Don't overthink, focus on the game, let's play our best!"

Sitting on the bench, Neymar, who had been substituted, couldn't bear to watch the game due to nervousness, covering his face with his hands, continuously praying in his heart:

"Come on, Celtic, hold the line, hold onto the 1-1 draw for me!"

The Manchester City players also heard Ma Long's shout and were immediately gloating.

Oh, how about we really pull off a reversal and send you packing?

If Barça loses this match, even if Mönchengladbach ends in a draw, they will still surpass Barça by one point and advance as the second in the group.

Manchester City's players and Barça's players naturally have no grievances against each other, and there is no historical feud between the two clubs.

However, from a competitive perspective, Manchester City, aiming for the championship, naturally hopes that Barça will be eliminated, preferably advancing alongside Mönchengladbach.

After all, no matter how strong Mönchengladbach is, in terms of player value and historical prestige, they can't match Barça, who were triple champions just a year ago.

Why not eliminate a competitive opponent on the road to victory?

Thinking of this, seeing the 1:2 score, Manchester City players were full of energy, becoming more excited as they played.

Guardiola just remained silent.

Continuing to focus fully on the match against Manchester City with his established tactical plans, even though the team launched a fierce attack, he still didn't bring on main players like Ranocchia and Gundogan from the bench.

The fourth official just raised the board showing four minutes of stoppage time.

Manchester City launched an offensive on the left wing.

Tang Long was in great form today, and seeing him perform so well after recovering from injury, his teammates were very willing to cooperate and move for him.

When Tang Long got the ball on the left, Sterling, Delph, and Robertson were all nearby.

Seeing Manchester City accumulating heavy forces on the left wing, the positions of Busquets, Gomez, Raphinha, Pique, Umtiti, and others also shifted to this side.

For a time, the left side of the field was extremely crowded.

Seeing this scene, forward Suarez couldn't stay put anymore, racing back from midfield to support his teammates' defense.

Earlier, when Tang Long came on, Suarez didn't think much of it, but now the situation didn't allow him any negligence. Advancing seems not as easy as he initially thought!

"Tang Long."

"Sterling."

"Back to Tang Long."

"Robertson advances and takes the ball, Tang Long's pass was perfect!"

"Sterling, passes back to Sterling."

"Return to Robertson again."

"How to handle it... Tang Long!!!"

"Tang Long moves forward!"

It all happened in a flash. On the left side, facing Barça's dense blockade, Tang Long, Sterling, and Robertson passed subtly among each other. In the end, young Robertson even mimicked Tang Long, making a no-look pass, slotting the ball right behind!

When Tang Long received the ball, he was already inside the left side of the penalty area;

Facing the roaring big-bodied defender Pique, Tang Long sidestepped, nudged with his toe, and the football drew a beautiful rainbow arc in the air, flying over Pique's head. Tang Long quickly swerved around, and before the ball landed, he struck it with his left foot!

Near post!

Goalkeeper Ter Stegen extended his right foot desperately, the ball deflected off his shin bone and bounced into the net.

2:2!

Tang Long dashed towards the advertisement board on the field's edge, jumped onto it steadily, and slowly opened his arms facing a vast sky of light blue in the stands!

The deafening cheers, like a gale from the North Atlantic, made Tang Long feel elated and exhilarated!

He thought to himself, "There's no such thing as playing casually. The fans paid for tickets to see an exciting match. Once I'm on the field, I have to play seriously, regardless of the opponent!"

Young Sterling was overjoyed, mimicking the same posture like an agile little monkey. A sly monkey trick ensued, as he snatched the ball from Ter Stegen's hand from behind and sprinted back to place it in the center circle.

During his run, Suarez was furious and reached out to intercept him.

But Sterling, being good at both soccer and basketball, dribbled through his right crotch, and with the ball, dodged past Suarez.

"You'll see, you black-skinned monkey!" Suarez cursed inwardly.

By the time the kickoff restart came, there were two minutes left until the end of the match.

Barça coach Enrique didn't hold back, directly shouting from the sidelines, "The Celtic game is over; they drew! Hold everything, don't concede another goal!"

The match between Mönchengladbach and Celtic had already ended ahead.

If Barça also ends with the current 2:2 score, both sides gaining a point won't affect either, and Barça can still advance as group second thanks to goal difference in their head-to-head matches.

But there's a condition: no goals should be scored in the remaining two minutes, especially not by Tang Long!

Manchester City's attack came again.

Again, it's Tang Long, again on the familiar left side!

Tang Long performed two consecutive stepovers on the left, maneuvering skillfully, breaking through the defenses of Raphinha and Busquets.

Busquets wanted to pull Tang Long down for a foul, but couldn't, and could only sigh.

Just as he was about to take another Fierce Tiger Shot, the already back-in-position Suarez recklessly charged in from the side and behind, knocking Tang Long down, then stuck his face close to Tang Long's nose with a wild grimace.

Tang Long's AI brainwave system flashed a red light warning.

[Warning! Host facing highly damaging physical attack!]

"If you score again, I'm really going to bite you! Not kidding!" Suarez shouted in desperation.