Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 76: A sideways aerial volley ignites the horizon! The heavy rainy night is torn open!

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: A sideways aerial volley ignites the horizon! The heavy rainy night is torn open!

"Bonazzoli uses his physical advantage to hold down the drop point at the top of the penalty arc!"

"It’s very awkward, he’s going to lose his balance, what’s he going to do now!"

"Falling back pass to Tang!"

"He’s rushed in, the opponent has rushed in!"

"Tang! Shoot—ah?"

"It’s a fake shot, true pass!"

"Will there be someone at the back post?"

"Here comes someone, really!"

"Podolski makes a diagonal run!"

"Podolski!"

"Shoots—!!!"

Accompanied by the commentator’s shouts in Italian from the TV.

Lying on the sofa, Icardi suddenly shuddered, then quickly collapsed.

Wanda froze, sensing something was off.

Smack!

She looked down and slapped Icardi.

Then she flipped off him with a dark expression.

"Mauro, what’s wrong with you, too weak, done in less than five minutes?"

"Honestly, did you fool around with that Spanish bitch Ellis this afternoon, don’t think I don’t know, your social media is full of trash sending you private messages!"

Icardi’s head was slapped to the side.

He lay motionless on the couch in the living room.

His big eyes were staring at the TV, at the scene of Podolski and Tang Long celebrating.

The two were beaming, embracing each other.

"Five minutes, only five minutes, and another goal went in..."

Icardi’s mouth was moving, the voice filled with unwillingness.

Trailing by two goals at halftime.

Tied at 72 minutes!

This legendary moment should belong to me, the top scorer in Serie A, Mauro!

I will never strip and celebrate to get a card again, my god...

Wanda put on her pajamas, tied her blonde hair, and snorted at Icardi.

"You’re shameless talking about five minutes? Hmph, you waste, worse than a dog! I’m going downstairs to walk the dog, giving you ten minutes to rest, you have one more chance to prove yourself, whether you can seize it, it’s up to you."

Within five minutes.

German forward Podolski and Tang Long cooperated, scoring two consecutive goals!

Instantly tying the score.

Inter and Lazio were back on the same starting line.

This goal boosted Inter’s morale!

And made Lazio, forced into a corner, shiver.

Compared to Inter, Lazio’s foundation still seemed insufficient.

The players appeared not calm enough when facing sudden situations.

At this moment, the biggest figure in the team, elder statesman Klose spoke up!

"Hold steady, don’t panic, it’s raining heavily! Our chance has come!"

Rumble~

Klose was right, a minute after the thunder, the pouring rain fell like a flood!

This storm was even more fierce than when the game started.

Almost like a river running backward.

The old Olympic Stadium underground, the cracked drainage pipes rattled, unable to stop the spread of water on the field.

Pioli’s eyes lit up, he rushed to the fourth official.

"Referee, the rain is too heavy, not suitable for play, I request to stop the match and play another day!"

His thought was, the players’ morale and will were already on the verge of collapse, if they could replay, perhaps the situation would change.

Mancini heard this and was instantly furious!

He rushed to Pioli, grabbing his blue tie.

"Pioli! I’ve known you for at least 25 years, you coward, it’s only 2-2, and you want to escape? No way, I’m telling you!"

The fourth official communicated with the main referee for ten seconds, and announced the match would continue.

Compared to the cowardly chief coach Pioli.

Klose had a completely different view of the heavy rain!

This was not an excuse to apply for a replay—on the contrary, it was an opportunity for Lazio to score another goal and reestablish the lead!

God K has played in four World Cups, scored 16 goals, what big scenes hasn’t he seen?

A quick equalizer after leading by two goals, other teammates see it as a heavy mental blow, to Klose it doesn’t count as a thing~

He directed teammates not to blindly defend in the penalty box.

When necessary, they still needed to come out.

"Heavy rain, their pass-control is ineffective, we only need to continue the long pass and cross tactics from the first half to get a chance!"

Under Klose’s encouragement, Lazio started the counterattack again.

In the 71st minute, he first pulled away from close center-back Juan with a deceptive run, then suddenly rushed to the back post.

If not for a teammate’s cross being too powerful, Klose’s header would have been within the goal frame!

In the 77th minute, again it was Klose!

Lazio, playing with 10 men, got a rare corner kick opportunity.

This time, Inter’s defenders dared not be negligent.

Ranocchia and Juan, one 195 cm tall, the other 185 cm tall, almost sandwiched the 184 cm tall Klose into a sandwich cookie.

Though Klose couldn’t jump easily, he played a good distracting role at the front post!

The corner kicked by teammates was contested by Lulic in the middle, diving headfirst!

The veteran goalkeeper Handanovic almost standing on the spot, instinctively pushed this ball flying towards his head over the crossbar!

So close!

Sixty thousand people at Rome’s Olympic Stadium let out an exclamation!

Yet it was drowned in the thick sound of wind and rain.

In contrast to Inter’s side.

Playing primarily pass-control, they were constrained by the terrible waterlogged field, making it really difficult for the football to move smoothly.

Even Tang Long himself made an error~

A simple horizontal pass, trying to switch play, but unexpectedly, half the way the ball stopped in a deep puddle.

If not for Yuto Nagatomo risking injury with a slide tackle clearance, Lazio would have counterattacked on the spot.

"Stop playing on the ground, get high balls!"

Mancini struggled to make his voice more penetrating in the large storm in Olympic Stadium.

"Damn muddy field, did you all hear! I told you to play high balls, high balls, high balls!"

Berni jumped up, waving a towel, and shouted into the field!

Actually, Inter’s players were not incapable of playing aerial battles!

Before Tang Long joined the Inter First Team.

Mancini had played many high-ball games, from the wings bombarding the top of striker Icardi’s head!

Thanks to the Argentine’s exceptional off-the-ball positioning and poaching, just keep crossing, you’ll eventually get one or two in.

But now, Inter, urgently needing a goal, did not have a good header striker.

Podolski was a roaming forward, headers were not his strong suit.

Newly entered Bonazzoli, tall and robust, but his movement was average, didn’t know how to deceive defenders with body feints, only standing for headers.

Mancini was anxious, wanting the 195 cm tall Ranocchia to move forward to play center forward support, but worried Juan couldn’t handle Klose alone and be stolen.

In the 83rd minute, Gualin kicked the ball up high in the waterlogged backfield!

A splash hit him in the eye, everything was unclear, he just saw a blurry ball fly off into the distance.

"Mine!"

cm tall Dutch center-back De Vrij jumped up, heading it away.

The football flew high into the air.

The drop point was in the direction of Tang Long.

Before the ball could fall.

All Lazio players were fully defending!

Even Klose retreated to the attacking midfielder position to assist defensively.

The sound of the pouring rain echoed in Tang Long’s ears.

He couldn’t hear the shouts of teammates in the penalty area.

His eyes, soaked in rain for a long time, were red.

His vision was blurry.

Control the ball?

Cannot stop!

Ahead was a puddle, stopping and wanting to kick the ball out was very difficult, unable to control direction.

The AI brainwaves in 0.05 seconds rapidly input information into Tang Long’s consciousness:

"Please use your head to nod the ball back into the box, there’s a 75.67% chance to create chaos!"

But this time.

Tang Long did not listen to the AI system’s instructions.

He decided to bet!

Facing the ball’s drop point, side position, body forming almost a 90-degree horizontal line.

His leg muscles tensed, accumulating strength, then powerfully drove the calf back, like a bow about to launch!

Just at the moment the ball was about to fall, using the knee to drive the calf in a sudden accelerated swing!

Swoosh—

The football, like a sharp blade, accompanied by the howling wind, cut a lively path through the heavy rain night at Olympic Stadium!