Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 751 - 540: Icardi is about to be loaned back to Serie A, has Chiwo set up a farewell feast?

The car's air conditioning was on full blast, warm and cozy inside, forming a stark contrast with the icy and snowy world outside.

The thick snowflakes clustered closely together, constantly pelting the windows of Ranocchia's Porsche Cayenne, making a faint "thud, thud" sound, then gently wiped away by the wipers, leaving meandering water streaks on the glass.

From the back seat, Bonazzoli leaned forward to the front, pouting, "I was hoping to wait until my mom's leg is better to take her on a trip to the UK. With Brexit, won't they kick us foreigners out?"

Ranocchia laughed, "You're overthinking. Just remember to bring your mom's passport from now on. If policies change... I remember you told me your mom only brought her Italian ID card when she came."

"Why did the UK want to leave the EU? I really don't get it," Bonazzoli was puzzled. "Why can't everyone stay united? I remember my middle school history teacher saying that a united Europe can stand against big powers; divide it, and it becomes scattered like sand."

Ranocchia remained silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, not responding.

Tang Long said, "The Brits are just like that, conservative, exclusionary. They've been in the EU for so many years, yet they're not using the euro. There are so many requirements for foreign players to join the Premier League. Without the homeland talent act, I wouldn't even qualify to play in the Premier League."

Bonazzoli let out a long sound, "Huh."

"If you don't join the Premier League, it's not your loss; it's the Premier League's loss. They're missing out on a Golden Ball Award third place star player!"

Ranocchia stopped the car at a traffic light, turned his head, and said, "Add a qualifier, Bonazzoli, temporarily, temporarily in third. In the future, Tang is going to be number one. Messi, C Luo, none of them are his match, right, Tang?"

Bonazzoli shouted, "If you ask me, first get rid of Agüero. He took a lot of votes or else Tang would definitely surpass Messi and rank second this year."

The three joked and laughed all the way.

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...

Icardi walked into a private room of a French restaurant, seeing Chiwo already there, he didn't even bother to take off his scarf, rushing forward to shake Chiwo's hand, apologizing repeatedly.

"Sorry, Coach Chiwo, this meal was on me, but you arrived before I did. Order whatever you like."

Faced with the menu handed over by the waiter, Chiwo smiled and waved it off.

"It's okay, I live nearby. No rush to order. Let's wait a bit. Someone else is coming."

Icardi was taken aback, looking at the five seats in the private room, momentarily confused about what it meant.

Since Pellegrini arrived at Manchester United, he hasn't liked this Argentine forward who only knows how to poach goals.

Being Argentine himself, the Chilean engineer obviously prefers a versatile forward like Agüero who can move, dribble, and stretch the field. Unfortunately, Icardi can't do those things; he's purely an Inzaghi-style player.

In the last Manchester Derby, despite Icardi scoring a goal as a starter, he still couldn't save the team.

Manchester United suffered four consecutive defeats at the hands of Manchester City!

Pellegrini was furious, having completely given up on this player, the highest transfer fee in Manchester United's history.

"Whether it's Eevee or Bony, in my lineup, they all rank ahead of Mauro!"

After discussions, Manchester United's management decided to loan Icardi out during the winter window.

In their view, if Icardi doesn't get stable playing time, his condition will greatly decline.

Not to mention if he could recover next season. By then, even if they wanted to sell him, they fear they couldn't get a good price, causing the club's asset to depreciate.

Luckily, Icardi is only 23, still young, and full of potential.

After careful consideration, Manchester United decided to loan him back to the familiar Serie A for half a season and show great sincerity by bearing all his salary.

As the word got out, two Serie A teams made offers.

His old club, Inter Milan, and Rome.

To win against Inter, Rome even offered to bear 20% of Icardi's salary for the half-year.

Manchester United was also inclined to loan Icardi to Rome, letting him train for half a year before returning to the Premier League.

But Icardi was terribly conflicted inside.

He knew that insisting on staying at Manchester United now would be a dead end—Pellegrini had publicly criticized him, declaring he wasn't in the tactical consideration.

Though Icardi often acts impulsively, he knows one thing for sure: at his age, not playing will have a fatal impact on both his value and performance, causing them to plummet!

In the last updated Transfermarkt value before Christmas, Icardi's value had already dropped to 50 million euros.

Almost halved from when he joined Manchester United a year and a half ago!

But if he returns to Serie A, should he go back to his old club or choose Rome?

Icardi looked up at the heavy snow in Manchester, feeling as lost as the falling snow.

As a player, he's lonely.

Since coming from Serie A to the Premier League, in this foreign land, he has no friends in Manchester, and even his wife Wanda has been cold to him lately.

Icardi felt the only person he could really talk to was his former coach, Chiwo.

He asked Chiwo out, wanting to have an honest talk, vent his frustrations, say goodbye, and also get some advice.

Even though Chiwo had once let him down as an assistant, in the Argentine's heart, Chiwo was the kind of person who would unconditionally be good to players, even if the player had left the original team, Chiwo would still help and answer their questions.

"Mr. Chiwo, aside from the two of us, is there anyone else coming?"

Icardi was puzzled.

He really couldn't figure out who else would come to such a farewell occasion. After all, in Manchester, aside from Mr. Chiwo, he had no friends.

...

"Ah, Mauro!?"

As soon as Bonazzoli entered the room, he shouted.

Tang Long and Ranocchia, who followed, also looked puzzled.

When they received the invitation, Chiwo only told them it was a pre-Christmas gathering, not that Icardi would be there too!

"If I knew he was here, I wouldn't have come, how unlucky!" Ranocchia thought.

The three of them glanced at Chiwo next to Icardi, just about to ask questions, Chiwo smiled and invited them to sit.

"Tang, come, sit here." Chiwo arranged the seating, putting Icardi between himself and Tang Long, with Ranocchia and Bonazzoli on each side.

Manchester United's Icardi was suddenly surrounded by three former Inter and current Manchester City players, panic filled his heart.

Looking around, glances from Tang Long, Ranocchia, and Bonazzoli seemed unfriendly, making him nervously gulp down a mouthful of saliva.

In a fluster, Icardi stammered, "Mr. Chi-Chiwo, what do you mean by this?" He tried to get up, intending to make a dash for the door.

Chiwo swiftly leaped from his seat, stepped forward, pressed Icardi down, then walked to the front of the room, clicked the door lock.

"You three, give him a good beating," Chiwo said.