Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 767 - 552: Awakening the Dreamer with One Phrase: Desire to become Tang Long? You will never be him! (Two in One)_3

"I can't be Samuel either, his nickname is 'Rock', the physical prowess he displays when positioning, I can't compare at all."

"And then there's Córdoba, you might not have seen him play, but that guy is practically a speed demon. His speed is terrifyingly fast, and I'm far behind."

At this point, Ranocchia paused, slowly stood up, and walked to the window of the room.

He gently pulled open the curtains, looking down from the 25th floor.

The sky was as clear as a wash, and the bright moonlight spilled over the ancient yet vibrant city of Munich, covering every building and street with a layer of silver gauze.

This beautiful night scene also seemed to symbolize that the players would head to the stadium under good weather tomorrow and engage in an intense battle.

"Ah, time flies by so quickly, it's been six years in the blink of an eye," Ranocchia murmured.

Six years ago, in the 2010-2011 season, Ranocchia, as Inter's starting center-back, played in the second leg of the Champions League knockout stage.

The opponent was also Bayern!

At that time, Ranocchia was just 22 years old, a young player, but fought bravely and united with his teammates, ultimately winning 3-2 away from home.

With an aggregate score of 3-3 in two legs, Inter eliminated Bayern by virtue of the away goals rule and advanced to the quarterfinals.

But who would have thought that this would be Inter's last encore in the Champions League knockout stage for many years? They fell into a long slump thereafter, even struggling to play in the UEFA Europa League, until Mancini's arrival helped right the ship.

Standing once again on the hotel's tall floor, overlooking this city, in the moonlight, he could even faintly see the arc roof of Allianz Arena, Ranocchia felt a sense of disorientation, as if six years had passed in a flash...

He turned around and continued speaking to Bonazzoli:

"But I am still who I am, even though I don't have Nesta's precise defensive anticipation skills, I've got long legs. Even if I'm occasionally broken through by opponents, just a stretch of my leg gives me a great chance to intercept the ball."

"I'm not as strong as Samuel, but I'm tall, and in contesting high balls, I can get to some that he can't."

"I certainly don't have Córdoba's frightening speed, but I'm more of a ball-playing center-back with more refined footwork. That's also why Coach Guardiola transformed me from a center-back into a defensive midfielder."

Bonazzoli listened intently, his eyes unblinking as he watched Ranocchia, nodding involuntarily.

"That's right, Captain."

Even though he had left Inter, Bonazzoli still habitually called Ranocchia "Captain" in private.

"You, compared to Nesta, Samuel, and Córdoba, each have your own strengths. They are certainly powerful, but you don't fall short at all and have irreplaceable value on the field!"

Ranocchia's corners of his mouth slightly lifted, revealing a comforting smile.

He gently closed the curtain, then went back under the covers and said to Bonazzoli:

"Yes, you have your strengths compared to Tang as well. Why do you always want to become him? Every player is unique, calm down and think carefully, surely there are things you are better at than Tang."

"Get some sleep, hurry and turn off the light. In tomorrow's match, you might be subbed on, make sure to perform well and play to your strengths."

Ranocchia reached out gently and pressed, and the room was instantly shrouded in darkness again.

Bonazzoli sat alone in the dark, Ranocchia's words continuously echoing in his mind:

"What are you better at than Tang, what are your strong points?"

He pondered this sentence repeatedly, his thoughts gradually drifting away.

"Shooting, positioning, passing... They don't seem to be it..."

Unsure how long it had been, sleepiness slowly washed over him like a tide, his eyelids grew heavier, and he lay down on the bed, drifting into dreamland.

The next morning, sunlight quietly spilled onto the room's floor through the gaps in the curtains.

Bonazzoli was still immersed in his sleep when suddenly he felt someone yank the blanket off him, a wave of cold swept over him, immediately waking him up.

"Quick, wake up, hurry up and brush your teeth and have breakfast," Ranocchia urged while vigorously rubbing his face with a towel, "We're about to head to Allianz Arena for a walkthrough!"