Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 750 - 539: Chess Saint Old Nie Travels Ten Thousand Miles to Deliver a Folding Fan—Upon Arriving at the Scene, He Finally Understands the Meaning of the Divine Kick!

On the stands of Itihad, the person who fainted was none other than Chess Saint Nie Weiping.

Sitting in the second row, watching Tang Long break through Milner and smash the ball into the net, Nie Weiping shouted loudly with delight:

"Great goal, truly a great goal!"

"Thrilling, it's too thrilling!"

His voice was exceptionally loud amidst the noisy stands, with his arms raised high;

while shouting, he forcefully pounded the armrest of the seat with each hit full of vigor.

However, overcome with excitement, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and blood rushed to his head, causing his breathing to become rapid and difficult, as if a heavy stone pressed on his chest, indicating a swift onset of oxygen deprivation.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his body swayed, and then he fell straight backward, fainting on the spot.

"Someone fainted!"

"Someone has fainted!"

"Oh my God, is there a doctor here, is there anyone on site who's a doctor, hurry and save him!"

Nearby Manchester City fans flocked over.

The two students who accompanied him were originally engrossed in the excitement of the match but were startled into a stupor by the sudden incident, incoherently shouting, "Teacher! Elder Nie!"

Not to mention Elder Nie, even these two students who were not yet thirty were thrilled and flushed by Tang Long's sensational shot, their voices hoarse from shouting, so how could Elder Nie, who was over sixty, possibly withstand it?

The students were well aware of their teacher's health issues and were worried about him attending the Premier League match in person, fearing he might get too excited and something could happen;

But Nie's determination was resolute and he insisted on coming, leaving everyone unable to dissuade him.

Nie's firm words at the time still echoed in their ears: "With Tang Long under my very eyes, how can I not go to watch? If you don't let me watch the game, I also won't attend the Go exchange meeting with European players!"

Fortunately, the Premier League stadium's medical support system was very comprehensive, and Manchester City's medical team members were always on high alert, closely monitoring the physical conditions of both players on the field and spectators in the stands.

After all, in a sport event filled with passion and enthusiasm like football, fans watching ecstatically on the edge of their seats have heart rates as fast as the players actively running and fiercely competing on the field; such incidents of fainting from excessive excitement occur from time to time.

Almost the moment Nie Weiping fainted, Manchester City's medical team members responded swiftly.

Led by Gracie, they rushed to Nie Weiping's side at the fastest speed. After Gracie judged it was an oxygen deprivation reaction, everyone carefully lifted Old Nie onto a stretcher and quickly escorted him to an ambulance to administer oxygen, sounding the alarm as they sped towards Manchester Central Hospital.

Before reaching the hospital, Old Nie actually woke up.

He was groggy along the way, squinting, with his mind full of the stunning long shot by Tang Long just before the end of the first half.

"Thrilling, thrilling..." Old Nie smacked his lips as if savoring a big meal.

Gracie asked Old Nie's students in English, "What did he say?"

"He said watching the match was thrilling," the student replied helplessly, "He was too excited."

"Take me back, I haven't met with Xiao Tang yet, I have a few words to say to him, I have something to give him." Old Nie parted his lips, and the student fed him a sip of hot water.

Gracie saw Old Nie's face change from pale to rosy and nodded slightly, knowing he was out of danger.

"What did he say again?"

"He said he wants to go back to watch the game and meet Tang," the student said awkwardly with a smile.

"What are you guys doing here, are you tourists?"

"We're Go players, here in Europe for an exchange, and we took the time to watch a Manchester City match, but we didn't expect this to happen." The student said sorrowfully, thinking that they'd surely get scolded by their teacher's wife once they got back home.

Gracie smiled pleasantly; she knew nothing about Go, she just thought it wonderful the world had such die-hard fans, fainting and yet waking up only to think about the game; still, no matter what, they couldn't let him go back, having already fainted, another fainting would be no good.

"Old sir, just rest assured in the hospital here, I'll call Tang and ask him to visit you after the match."

Before Old Nie and his group entered the stadium, they had been influenced by the singing fans and bought team scarves from the Manchester City store, which were still hanging around their necks, making Gracie think they were Manchester fans traveling from abroad specifically to see the match, so she decided to fulfill their wish.

After the student translated Gracie's words for Old Nie, a contented smile appeared on Old Nie's face, and he murmured "Good" and closed his eyes to rest.

But the bag he kept clutching tightly to his chest, he held even tighter now.

After the match, Tang Long and several Manchester City staff members entered the Manchester Central Hospital.

Situations like this require a visit, as it's an essential part of the club's humanistic care and a demonstration of the ethos "fans are the 12th player of the team."

"Elder Nie, Tang Long is here!" the student called out in surprise.

Elder Nie was originally lying on the bed resting.

Upon hearing Tang Long's name, his eyes snapped open, suddenly filled with spirit. He glanced at Tang Long's face and then abruptly pulled out the oxygen tube from his nose under the surprised gaze of everyone, agilely rolled off the bed, and without another word, shoved the folding fan he had been holding into Tang Long's hand.

Tang Long was startled, and only then did he realize it was Nie Weiping;

Before he even had a chance to exchange courtesies, Elder Nie gripped the hand holding the fan, gave his wrist a shake — with a loud swish, the fan opened.

On it were four large characters personally inscribed by Elder Nie: [Divine Kick]

"Xiao Tang, oh Xiao Tang, I have written the four characters of Divine Kick for you many times, but only by coming here in person and seeing you score can I truly understand what a real Divine Kick is!"

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The last match before Christmas had come to an end.

Manchester City, holding down the fort at home, secured an overwhelming 2-0 victory against Liverpool thanks to Tang Long's earth-shattering long shot and Ranocchia's dominating header.

At the end of 18 rounds of the Premier League, Manchester City boasted an impressive record of 17 wins and 1 draw, capturing the Premier League Christmas championship with an undefeated status!

They had also become the only undefeated team in the top five leagues.

"At the end of 2016, the first snow in Manchester finally began to fall."

The soft female voice on the radio gently flowed within the car.

Tang Long sat comfortably in the passenger seat, with Ranocchia driving and Bonazzoli in the back seat.

Through the car window, the three gazed at the world outside.

The streets were already dressed in white, with thick snowflakes flying all over, falling in abundance.

Children, accompanied by their parents, laughed and played in the streets, heading to the supermarket to carefully choose Christmas gifts.

Their cheeks were flushed red from the cold wind, but it did nothing to dampen their excitement, their eyes full of anticipation for the holiday.

"Christmas is coming soon, and we're about to welcome a brand new 2017!" the radio voice continued.

At the same time, Tang Long's thoughts drifted again to the news mentioned earlier on the broadcast — following the Queen's authorization, Prime Minister Theresa is about to launch the Brexit bill, the UK is about to leave the EU, "this will undoubtedly bring many challenges, but also harbors new opportunities..." the broadcast trailed off as the car disappeared into the wind and snow.