Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 761 - 549: Sterling Displays Thousand-Pound Hip Technique, Assists Tang Long in a Point Kill! Lahm Looks to the Sky and Sighs! _2

The two sides thus embarked on an even fiercer offensive and defensive battle as the match entered the fever pitch stage.

In the 58th minute, Bayern won a free kick opportunity in the front field.

Robben stood in front of the ball, a sense of determination revealed in his eyes, his mouth corners slightly raised.

He took a run-up, kicked, and the football curved around the wall, like a guided missile, heading straight for the corner of the goal!

Bravo reacted swiftly, diving to save again, making yet another brilliant save as he tipped the ball over the crossbar.

The audience was stunned by this thrilling attack and defense duel, with cheers and gasps mingling together.

Manchester City fans were jubilant for Bravo's brilliant save, while Bayern fans felt pity for Robben's shot that missed by a hair's breadth. The emotions of both fans ebbed and flowed with the pace of the game, all participating in the spectacle of the Champions League round of 16.

Matthaus lamented, "Haven't seen a game with such a fast pace in a long time. The level of the Champions League now is much higher than it was back in our day."

Klinsmann said, "Look at who's playing—Manchester City and Bayern. Either team winning the Champions League wouldn't be surprising."

"But they're meeting in the round of 16," Matthaus said with a bitter smile, "The drama is unfolding a bit early. Whoever wins, the other teams will benefit."

The wing, it has to be the wing!

Manchester City's ball control tactics, with the football mainly transferring back and forth between the midfield and the wings, tearing open gaps;

But the most threatening place still has to be the wing!

Tang Long was originally marked by Lahm, who followed him tightly like adhesive tape.

Tang Long suddenly stood still, and Lahm immediately followed suit.

"Pop!" Lahm felt a pat on his right shoulder, instinctively turned his head, but to his right side, there was no one. By the time he realized, Tang Long next to him had disappeared.

"Damn, he actually tricked me with this childish method!"

Tang Long escaped Lahm's encirclement and successfully received the pass from the defensive midfielder Ranocchia.

"Lahm, stop dazing, hurry up and follow outside!" Ancelotti shouted anxiously.

But once the people are sprinting, how could Lahm catch up?

Fortunately, the experienced veteran Vidal was positioned well in the midfield, preventing Tang Long from cutting further in. Tang Long passed the ball to the right flank to Sterling.

"Here it comes!"

Sterling eagerly rubbed his hands upon seeing the ball rolling over, then stepped up to receive it.

Vidal's coverage was extraordinary. Just after defending against Tang Long, he was now drawn to the ball, heading towards Sterling.

Sterling looked at Vidal's Mohican hairstyle, feeling he looked quite formidable, and calculated in his heart:

"I can only rely on speed to shake him off, otherwise if he gets too close, I certainly can't win in a collision."

In the nick of time, without waiting for Vidal to approach, Sterling made a burst, taking the ball and distancing himself from Vidal, charging towards the flank.

Vidal was, in fact, pleased deep down, "Heh, you're still young, I just want to drive you onto the flank!"

Vidal suddenly burst forth too, rushing over.

This speed wasn't slow; Sterling was taken aback when he turned his head, seeing Vidal charging over, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

With a sudden bump from the side, Vidal's shoulder slammed into Sterling. Sterling fought to keep his balance and managed not to fall;

But his staggered steps made him look clumsy, with losing possession nearing inevitability.

-[What is Sterling doing here?]

-[Why doesn't he bring it towards the center instead of the wing?]

-[The path is getting narrow! He could have cooperated with Tang Long for a one-two.]

-[Vidal is a seasoned veteran; how would he be fooled by that? Sterling is still too young!]

-[Tang Long shouldn't have passed to Sterling, just should have done it alone. There's no need to trust teammates in this situation!]

-[Sterling is still trying to protect the ball, but what's the point of that with Vidal's binding muscles, even Li Yi couldn't keep it safe.]

Stumbling all the way, Sterling was already at Bayern's corner area.

Behind him, Vidal kept pressing, "Come on, kid, come and battle, aren't you strong, come and battle!"

On the sidelines, Chiwo watched and shook his head, thinking to himself, "Sterling is still too honest. If Vidal shoves him, he should just fall down; the side-line referee is right there, and that referee isn't blind."

Indeed, the side-line referee stood less than two meters away from the two, several times wanting to raise the flag, yet seeing Sterling didn't fall but had a strong urge to protect the ball, so he didn't raise the flag.

In the current Champions League matches, confrontation is encouraged, enhancing the fluency of the match. Seeing the nearby side-line referee hasn't signaled, the head referee wouldn't blow the whistle.

Just as Sterling didn't know what to do, Tang Long's urgent shout came:

"Sterling, bump him back with your butt!"

Butt?

Sterling's mind buzzed, recalling a year ago when Tang Long had advised him that his gluteal muscles were well-developed and should be utilized in dribbling;

Also remembering the words of Yaya Toure when he was still in the team: "The butt is one of a player's strongest physical parts; players who protect the ball well will use their butts."

Bang!

As Vidal approached again, Sterling suddenly bent his waist and stuck out his buttocks. Vidal's pelvis seemed to collide with a heavy sandbag, instantly causing him to rebound backward. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

This bump had staggering power; Sterling, having kept his center of gravity low, merely wobbled a bit, while Vidal was directly bounced backward, falling dramatically!

That fall didn't spare his head, landing heavily, leaving Vidal in pain clutching his head, rolling on the ground and screaming repeatedly.