Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 759 - 548: The Mystery of Manchester City Leading at Halftime: Alaba Was Stunned, Couldn’t Believe It, Truly Unbelievable!

Bayern immediately launched their counterattack.

Robben received the ball on the right flank. He was as elusive as a phantom; Ranocchia knew he would cut inside but still couldn't block him!

Old Luo curled the ball towards the far corner with his left foot!

Bravo quickly dived to save, his right hand making a heavy push to awkwardly knock the ball into the air.

The ball's trajectory changed, heading towards the penalty spot.

Lewandowski, quick with his eyes and feet, leapt high for a header at the goal!

This time, Kompany was experienced, jumping ahead of time, both heads meeting the ball simultaneously, sending it towards the stands.

"Damn it!" Lewandowski stomped angrily, a splash of mud dirtying his shin guard.

He glanced at Kompany, pondering how to deal with him later.

On the sidelines, Ancelotti's face was expressionless, but a hint of regret showed in his eyes as he quickly jotted down in his little notebook: "Lewandowski has no advantage in aerial duels against Kompany."

In the 32nd minute, Manchester City launched a deadly strike that could change the game's course.

Kolarov faced the incoming ball, choosing not to control it but suddenly crossing, sending the ball high into the penalty area!

This was a typical move by the Serbian, a surprise attack without controlling the ball.

Hummels desperately headed it away!

But the ball landed just outside the penalty area at Tang Long's feet.

Tang Long chest-trapped it seamlessly, quickly turned, and without any hesitation, used the outside of his right foot, like a sharp blade, to volley!

The ball, like an armor-piercing shell, flew swiftly and sharply towards the bottom right corner of the goal.

Neuer made yet another breathtaking save—

He nearly fully extended his body, parallel to the ground, creating a graceful arc in the air; he stretched his right hand with all his strength and successfully pushed the ball out at the last moment before it crossed the line.

"Unbelievable!" exclaimed the Sky Sports commentator, "It's like God's arm! Neuer has saved Bayern once again!"

Seeing wave after wave of attacks being neutralized by Bayern;

The Etihad fans felt restless, whispering among each other.

"Bayern is really strong, they just won't let us score."

"Yeah, I feel like they're even stronger than Barça?"

"This is definitely a Champions League final-level encounter; drawing Bayern feels unlucky for them, but it's the same for us, isn't it?"

Tang Long perceptively noticed the once-loud team anthem losing momentum and quickly ran to the sidelines, gesturing to the fans to raise their voices.

"Get chanting, everyone!" Tang Long shouted.

Seeing their team's top scorer so passionate, the fans gathered their spirits, continued singing, and the chants once again echoed loudly.

-[Tang Long is signaling the fans to keep the energy up!]

-[He has such a commanding presence; he's rallying the fans.]

-[Of course, it's just Neuer making a few spectacular saves, why get worried?]

-[No fear, the system suppresses, everyone's in place; if we can't score, we'll just try more times, surely we'll get one!]

Kolarov took the corner kick.

Swoosh—

Kompany rose high above the crowd, overpowering Lewandowski, and headed towards the goal!

Indeed, it wasn't Martinez or Hummels he overpowered, but Lewandowski.

Before the match, Ancelotti knew that although Manchester City primarily played possession football, they had two tall, skilled headers on the team: Kompany and Ranocchia;

The Italian instructed Lewandowski to fall back in corner kick situations to mark Kompany.

If the first duel was a complete loss for Kompany, the second was equal; but this third one he won decisively!

Unfortunately, Neuer showed extraordinary reflexes once again, heroically saving the ball.

The ball bounced to the left side…

"Here it comes!"

Already at the moment Kompany headed at the goal, Tang Long suddenly made his move, shaking off Alaba and rushing towards the goal area.

To describe this with one word: quick as a hare!

"Tang Long!!!"

"Tang Long scores with a follow-up shot!"

"He's in the perfect spot!"

"What's top-tier instinct?"

"This is top-tier instinct!"

"This time, the goal guarded by Neuer, despite being an ironclad defense, finally fell!"

The Etihad Stadium erupted instantly, sixty thousand fans sang "Blue Moon" in unison, and the enthusiastic chants and cheers intertwined, creating such strong sound waves that seemed to make the turf tremble slightly.

The blue tidal wave surged here!

Tang Long rushed to the corner area, using his momentum to sidekick and snap the corner post into two pieces!

Agüero picked up the broken flagpost from the ground, hurled it towards the stands with all his might, and then chest-bumped Tang Long with a fierce face, shouting together: "Let's take them down!"

Teammates gathered around, embracing, cheering, fully unleashing the joy brought by the goal.

Bayern's goalkeeper Neuer got up from the ground, dissatisfied, and kicked the ball inside the goal towards the midfield, complaining to Alaba.

"What were you doing, the coach wanted you to mark Tang closely before the match, did you keep up?"

Alaba looked apologetic, apologizing to Neuer, admitting it was his fault for letting Tang Long have a follow-up shot opportunity;

However, as he turned away, pondering carefully, a puzzled expression slowly appeared on his face.

(Comrade Liu Xing looks very puzzled)

"How did he know Kompany's ball would deflect to the left side? He was originally standing in the middle; I've seen players moving early, but I've never seen anyone start early to intercept on such a far route... It's strange!"

1 to 0.

Thanks to Tang Long's goal, Manchester City led as they entered halftime.

In the visiting team's locker room.

Bayern's head coach, Italian legend Ancelotti, subtly hinted that some players were quite distracted, which was the key reason for the team's trailing.

"This is the Champions League knockout match, it's not some preseason training game; players on the knockout stage aren't amateurs!"

Ancelotti glanced at Alaba and said sternly: "If you want to nap, go home and sleep; if you can't focus, sit down and drink water; if you're on the field, strictly execute my tactics. No slacking is allowed!"

Alaba kept his head low, not daring to look at Ancelotti.

"Alaba, lift your head, I'm talking about you and Tang; do you understand what I mean?"

Ancelotti was quite displeased; he disliked it when people didn't look him in the eye during conversation, as it showed a sign of cowardice.

Silence reigned in the locker room.

Bayern's players knew that although Ancelotti was reputed to be a nice guy in football, as an Italian coach—or rather, all Italian coaches, regardless of their temperaments—would never tolerate players failing to execute their tactical plans.

This was their untouchable bottom line, Ancelotti was like this, Lippi was like this, Mancini and Conte were also like this.

"I did defend him, but how was I to know Tang would suddenly sprint around the far route," Alaba said dejectedly, "It's not logical, no one follows up like that, he's too lucky, and I'm unlucky."

Luck?

Hearing this ridiculous excuse, Ancelotti was furious!

Standing on the sidelines far away, Ancelotti couldn't see clearly how Tang Long maneuvered to follow up; he only saw that at the moment Tang Long took his shot, Alaba was at least three meters away, clearly not keeping up.

"Alaba, go drink water. Lahm, get ready; you're marking Tang in the second half!"