Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 766 - 552: Awakening the Dreamer with One Phrase: Desire to become Tang Long? You will never be him! (Two in One)_2

[At that moment, I felt utterly dejected, even lost my appetite for lunch. Mom, it's a pity that your son is not a born genius. In soccer, I always seem to lag half a beat behind others, clumsy.]

[Sometimes I even fantasize in my dreams how great it would be if I could swap souls with my teammate Tang.]

[I also long to be like him, the undisputed star on the field, winning fans' roaring cheers with countless spectacular goals and earning the genuine admiration of teammates.]

[But why can't I do it? I'm obviously a year older than Tang, yet the maturity he exhibits in his play seems ten years more seasoned than mine!]

[I have even fantasized about one day being able to guide him. "Tang, your positioning is wrong; you should run in the opposite direction!" "Your timing for the shot is poor!" "Didn't you see your teammate's positioning? You should have passed the ball earlier!"]

[Haha, just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm daydreaming, utterly ridiculous. How could these scenes possibly come true?]

[Unfortunately, Mom, your son is probably never going to become a player like Tang...]

Bonazzoli wrote down his thoughts, and the images of his fantasies appeared in his mind, making him unable to resist chuckling "hehe" under his breath.

He laughed so wholeheartedly that he completely failed to notice that Ranocchia had quietly stood behind him at some point.

"Hey, is the little student writing a diary, huh?" Ranocchia suddenly spoke up.

The unexpected voice startled him, causing his body to shudder abruptly. He reflexively snapped the diary shut with a "pop" and turned around in shock to face Ranocchia behind him.

"C-Captain, you...you haven't slept?" Bonazzoli stammered, his voice still tinged with lingering fright.

Usually, during training and matches, Ranocchia would use a headband to neatly fix his elegant long hair in place.

But now, wearing loose pajamas, his normally tied-up hair scattered loosely over his shoulders in the dim light of the desk lamp, making Bonazzoli briefly feel as if he were facing a ghostly figure emerging from the dark~

"I was sleeping soundly," Ranocchia said, yawning, "but halfway through, I heard someone chuckling 'hehehehe' here, so I got woken up. Oh, what you've written is quite interesting, let me take a look."

As he spoke, Ranocchia reached over to press the button by the desk that controlled the lighting for the whole room.

In an instant, the room became brightly lit, the harsh light making Bonazzoli instinctively squint his eyes.

Ranocchia jokingly reached out to grab Bonazzoli's diary.

This diary was full of Bonazzoli's little secrets accumulated over the years, and he wouldn't let anyone see it. He quickly held the diary close, refusing to let go at all.

But Ranocchia stood at 1.95 meters tall, a whole 10 centimeters taller than Bonazzoli.

In the end, he snatched the diary from Bonazzoli and held it up high, looking at it under the light.

He stood on tiptoe, and even though Bonazzoli stretched desperately to reach, he could only futilely grasp at the air, unable to touch the diary at all.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you really have some ideas," Ranocchia teased while reading the diary, "Tomorrow morning, I'll tell Tang that you're thinking about guiding him on shooting, positioning, and passing."

Bonazzoli blushed bright red, embarrassedly sitting in his chair, awkwardly scratching his head, and quickly explained, "Captain, I'm just scribbling for fun; how could I dare actually guide Tang? I have nothing but admiration for him."

"Captain, don't tease me; I dream of becoming as excellent a player as he is. Alas, but it's ultimately just an unattainable dream." Bonazzoli's voice carried a hint of disappointment.

Hearing this, Ranocchia paused slightly, the smile on his face gradually fading as he nodded thoughtfully.

Then he gently returned the diary to Bonazzoli, patting his shoulder and taking a seat beside the desk as well.

"Federico, it's wrong to think like that," Ranocchia said earnestly, "You are you, and you will never become Tang."

"I know, Captain," Bonazzoli said sadly, lowering his head, his voice full of self-doubt, "I wish I had half his talent. He's so strong, and as for me, no matter whether it's at Inter or Manchester City, I always struggle to secure a spot in the starting lineup."

Ranocchia shook his head gently, looking at Bonazzoli with warmth in his eyes.

"No, Federico, you misunderstand my point."

"What I mean is, in the world of soccer, every player is unique."

"Ronaldo once said Tang was his successor, but there's only one Ronaldo in the world. Likewise, you're fixated on becoming Tang, yet there is only one Bonazzoli in the world."

"I'm 9 years older than you. Back when I was young and had just switched from midfield to defender, my idol at the time was Nesta."

Ranocchia reflected a bit, his tone slowing as he recalled.

"Day in and day out, I wished, dreamed of becoming a great Italian defender like him."

"Then when I first joined Inter, I yearned to be like Samuel or Córdoba, to build an impenetrable defense on the field and become a team legend."

"But as time went on, I gradually realized I would never become Nesta. His judgment on timing and predicting opponents' intentions in defense, that's an innate talent I couldn't learn."