Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 737 - 526: A Stunning Start! A Direct Shot from the Center Circle! Icardi, So Eager!

Any skill constructed by the AI system needs to be tested in real combat to be verified and then iteratively improved.

After several tests of the Fierce Tiger Shot in real matches with Celtic and Barça, the AI system adjusted some details to help Tang Long perform better in actual gameplay.

Now, a new beta version of the Winged Shooting is being released.

Tang Long decided to conduct a real match rehearsal in the Manchester Derby to see how powerful it is!

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"Without a doubt, this Manchester Derby, the 15th round of the Premier League, is the focus of the entire English, and even the entire European football scene this week!"

The match was still an hour away from starting, and in the Sky Sports studio, host Dilata began to warm up for the event, elevating the atmosphere as soon as she spoke.

Guest Michael Owen laughed and said, "You're being too conservative. In my view, it's simply the focus of the entire solar system."

Dilata said, "No, it's the focus of the entire galaxy, the entire universe!"

Owen exaggeratedly spread his hands, "My God, are aliens also watching this match?"

Ronaldo: "Yes, I'm watching too!"

The three burst into laughter.

For this derby, Sky Sports spent a good amount of money not only inviting Owen but also bringing Ronar over to join Dilata in commentating the match.

This is Ronar's debut on Sky Sports this season.

This match is extremely important, not only deciding if Manchester City can securely claim the Christmas championship but also determining Manchester United's fate this season!

This season's strong start speaks for itself.

Since their 8th-round draw with Everton, Manchester City has won all six subsequent matches—three with a 2-0 score, and three with 2-1—never halting their progress in the league even while fighting on three fronts.

Turning to the title race competitors Manchester United and Chelsea, despite both teams giving up on European War early and focusing entirely on the domestic league;

But due to the disparity in hard strength, the difference on the standings among the three teams is still apparent.

As of the conclusion of the 14th round of the Premier League, the standings are as follows:

1. Manchester City 13 wins, 1 draw, 40 points

2. Chelsea 11 wins, 2 draws, 1 loss, 35 points

3. Manchester United 10 wins, 2 draws, 2 losses, 32 points

"If Manchester United wins this match, they can narrow the gap with Manchester City from 8 points to 5 points, leaving them with a sliver of hope for the championship." Owen said.

Dilata nodded in agreement, "Exactly, Manchester United was out in the third round of the Champions League group stage, so they might not put much effort into the UEFA Europa League. Pellegrini's lifeline this season is the Premier League."

"But if Manchester United loses," Ronaldo laughed twice, "an 11-point gap would basically announce their exit from the title race this season."

"Watch out for Conte," Owen said. "Chelsea is also fighting on a single front. Conte's past experience at Juventus tells us that his teams are always strong contenders for the league championship. Dilata, Conte is your countryman; based on your understanding of him, how likely do you think Conte is to defeat Guardiola?"

Owen kept glancing at Dilata's chest, asking her deliberately.

Dilata just smiled and didn't answer. With a press of the remote in her hand, the ranking of the Premier League's top scorers appeared on the studio screen again.

As of the conclusion of the 14th round of the Premier League, the top scorers are as follows:

1. Tang Long 17 goals

2. Kane 12 goals

3. Agüero 9 goals

"Let's look again at the top scorers. Manchester City's leading forward, Tang, scored 17 goals in 14 rounds, ranking first among the top scorers, with an average exceeding one goal per game, truly astonishing!"

"Moreover, he also leads the European Golden Boot's top scorers list, ahead of Messi with 14 goals and C Luo with 12 goals!"

After saying this, Dilata looked at Ronar, and the two exchanged a knowing smile.

Every time Tang Long was mentioned, Dilata's speech got faster, a blush appeared on her beautiful face, and her tone was full of affection.

Owen, for the sake of the show, deliberately picked faults.

"Tang's goal numbers are certainly amazing, but his recent performances in the league show a downward trend. Dilata, is there some responsibility on your part here?"

"In the first 7 league matches, he scored 13 goals, averaging close to 2 goals per game!"

"But in the next 7 matches, he only—sorry, this term is exclusively for Tang—only scored 8 goals, and the drop is quite apparent."

As Owen said, Tang Long's goals between rounds 8 and 14 were far fewer than in the first 7 rounds.

Without waiting for Dilata to answer, Ronar laughed loudly and chimed in:

"That's because Tang put his energy into the Champions League!"

"Indeed, his goal efficiency in the later rounds wasn't as good as before, but during that period, in 6 interspersed Champions League group matches, he scored 11 goals! What does that mean?"

Ronar tapped his middle knuckle on the table a few times, paused, and self-mockingly said, "In my entire career, I only scored 14 goals in the Champions League. I think Tang is very likely to break C Luo's single-season Champions League goal record of 17 goals, just which season was that again?"

"It was the 2013-2014 season, Ronnie." Dilata concurred.

"And Michael, don't forget," Ronar added, "though Tang scored only 8 goals in the later 7 rounds, he missed two matches due to injury, only appearing in 5 rounds. Even so, his efficiency is still incredible. Personally, I think the European Golden Boot is uncertain, but the Premier League Golden Boot is definitely his!"

Seeing Ronar and Dilata team up to "attack" him, Owen could only smile, shrug his shoulders, and stick out his tongue:

"Alright, but don't forget, Kane is catching up later. Although Tottenham's results aren't ideal, Kane's strength grows stronger each year, and he's also an Englishman like me, so I support Kane for the Golden Boot, hahaha!"

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"What!"

"I suspect my eyes are blind!"

"Oh my god, I actually see Mauro Icardi's figure in the starting lineup!"

Owen exclaimed in surprise, which also astonished Dilata and Ronar.

Icardi, starting?

This was beyond everyone's expectations.

You know, before this match, he hadn't appeared in the starting lineup for many rounds.

Eevee and Rooney had both replaced the Argentine forward.

But in this derby match, he unexpectedly returned!?

Ronar opened his mouth wide in a large circle and clapped, laughing: "Wow, this game just got interesting. Pellegrini is going for a surprise move!"

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Inside the player tunnel.

Tang Long was warming up his ankle, taking deep breaths, when Icardi walked over.

Seeing this former teammate, Tang Long extended his hand, wanting to shake hands with him.

Icardi curled his lip, didn't extend his hand, but patted the ballboy he was holding.

The ballboy, chubby and with a plump face, quite cute, stretched his hand towards Tang Long.

Just as Tang Long was about to shake his hand, the ballboy suddenly withdrew it, then thumbed his nose, making a face at Tang Long, "Bleh bleh bleh~"

"Uh..." Tang Long was taken aback, and his hand left hanging in midair finally patted the ballboy's head.

Icardi coldly said, "Tang, Wanda told me, as long as you are in the Premier League, I won't win the Premier League title. I know, Manchester United's points are lower than yours, and my goals are fewer than yours, but watch this derby carefully to see who is truly the best forward in the Premier League!"

Tang Long made a "huh" sound, then tapped his head, beckoning Icardi with a finger.

"What?" Icardi said.

"Come closer, I have something to tell you." Tang Long said.

"What is it? Just say it directly!" Icardi glared at him.

"I'll tell you a secret, come closer." Tang Long smiled.

Icardi, half-believing, moved his head closer, and Tang Long whispered lightly in his ear.

The red streaks visibly surfaced in Icardi's eyes. He became anxious and, in his haste, stammered.

"You, you're lying, that, that's not true!"

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At the center circle, Icardi's foot was on the ball, with a menacing look as if ready to strike.

The 76,000 seats at Old Trafford Stadium were packed to the brim, the red ocean rolling in Icardi's vision, while his own eyes burned with fierce flames!

Standing next to Icardi, Rooney could hear his rapid breathing.

"Mauro, keep your cool." Rooney frowned and said.

Ju——

With a whistle from the referee, Icardi struck the ball with a powerful shot!

Huh?

Everyone was dumbfounded!

Shooting into the goal from the center circle, are you crazy?

The football flew towards Manchester City's penalty area with high-speed backspin...

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