Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 776 - 560: Modric and Ramos laugh loudly! C Luo is shocked, orange juice spills all over him!

Italy, Naples, the morning sunlight gently spreads across every corner of the city.

C Luo leisurely awakens on the comfortable large bed in the hotel, having enjoyed an invigorating sleep last night.

As a player over thirty who still reigns supreme in the world of football, C Luo takes his daily routine exceptionally seriously.

Every night at 10 o'clock, regardless of the external clamor and temptations, he unfailingly lies down at that time, quickly entering a sweet dreamland.

During his youthful and wild days, he occasionally tried behaviors like clubbing, drinking, and smoking, but since donning Real Madrid's jersey, under the intense gaze of fans worldwide, C Luo set higher standards for himself.

Now, self-discipline has become his most prominent trademark!

After washing up, C Luo heads to the hotel dining room.

The dining area is filled with the aroma of food, and he carefully selects a nutritious breakfast at the buffet, then finds a seat by the window.

At this moment, the sunlight pours through the window onto him, outlining his muscular physique.

He eats an apple in large bites, pondering the upcoming trip to São Paulo stadium.

According to the set arrangements, they will head to São Paulo stadium today to adapt to this legendary venue in advance.

It is C Luo's first career away trip to this city of Naples, and having heard of the fans' craziness, he is full of curiosity, eager to see how they compare to the fans at Real Madrid's Bernabéu and Manchester United's Old Trafford.

He slightly tilts his chin upward, his eyes exuding confidence and determination as he softly mutters:

"The more frenzied the stadium, the more it becomes my stage for showcasing myself!"

While thinking, his teammate Ramos, carrying a bowl of steaming Italian pasta, comes over and sits down next to C Luo.

Modric, with a coffee in hand, follows Ramos and sits down as well.

Ramos, full of excitement, with sparkling eyes, eagerly says:

"Hey, Cristiano, did you watch last night's match between Manchester City and Bayern? The scene was simply spectacular!"

Modric gently sips his coffee, slightly nods, his face showing a hint of worry, agreeing:

"Indeed, I must admit Manchester City's strength is truly formidable. I even believe if we want to lift the Champions League trophy this season, Manchester City might be our biggest rival."

Upon hearing this, C Luo just nods gently, continuing to calmly chew the apple and says:

"Oh, it seems Manchester City defeated Bayern and advanced to the quarter-finals."

Modric and Ramos exchange glances, their eyes full of surprise.

Ramos speaks first: "Really, didn't you watch the match last night?"

C Luo's mouth slightly curls up in a smile, saying: "I didn't watch it. I saw the game entering extra time and went to sleep. I'm not like you two with lots of time to stay up watching football. After all, if we want to win the Champions League, regardless of whether we face Manchester City or Bayern, ultimately we have to beat them, so who advances to the quarter-finals makes little difference, isn't that right?"

Upon hearing C Luo's words, Ramos and Modric can't help but smile at each other.

Ramos stretches out a finger, wiggles it gently in front of C Luo, saying teasingly:

"Cristiano, how should I describe you? Even if you don't watch the match, at least keep an eye on the score to see who scored, right?"

C Luo finishes the last bite of the apple, picks up the orange juice from the table, takes a sip, and replies nonchalantly:

"I did watch, Robben scored one, Muller scored one, Tang scored one; as for extra time, I didn't follow it anymore."

Ramos shrugs and turns to glance at Modric, the two seem to have heard an enormous joke, suddenly burst into laughter in front of C Luo, the laughter echoing in the dining room, drawing the attention of those nearby.

Their sudden laughter successfully arouses C Luo's curiosity.

C Luo slightly furrows his brow, pondering: Did something particularly amusing happen during extra time? How exactly did Manchester City win against Bayern?

What makes C Luo even more nervous is that he's silently calculating in his mind, counting the goal Tang Long scored during the regular 90 minutes yesterday; Tang Long has already scored 14 goals in the Champions League, whereas he currently has only 13.

If Tang Long scored many more goals during extra time, it would make claiming the Champions League scoring title even harder for him.

Thinking this, C Luo can no longer sit still. He quickly pulls out his phone from his pocket, eager to check the news about last night's match.

Just then, Benzema swaggeringly walks over with a tray and plops down next to the three of them.

The tray lands heavily on the table with a "bang" sound.

Before Benzema settles in, he boisterously says:

"Oh man, did you all watch last night's match? This Tang guy is too incredible; he actually scored a killer goal in the 92nd minute, eliminating Bayern! Haha, did you see the dejected look of the Bayern team? They lost so miserably; as soon as the final whistle blew, they all collapsed on the ground like mud!"

"What?"

C Luo hears this and immediately feels a jolt, involuntarily shivering his hand holding the orange juice, causing the crystal liquid to spill out the rim, dribbling onto his leg.

…

The plane carrying the entire Manchester City team slowly landed at Manchester Airport.

The players, dragging their exhausted yet excited bodies, disembarked from the plane.

After returning to Manchester, Guardiola made a decision that caused the entire team to cheer with joy—a day off for everyone.

Although they would have a Premier League match in three days, Guardiola had absolute confidence in the Premier League title, as the team's primary focus was currently on the Champions League.

The match against Bayern was brutal; Bonazzoli and Tang Long both fought until they bled on the field, and other players were completely spent, like Gundogan, who cramped in his calves after playing the full match.

So when Guardiola announced on the plane that the team would have a day off, there was an instant burst of enthusiastic cheers in the cabin.

"Thank you, boss!"

For these professional players, they desperately needed this day off during the workweek to relieve their extremely fatigued bodies and minds.

Taking advantage of this day off, Ranocchia arranged to go to Manchester Central Hospital with Tang Long and Bonazzoli to visit Bonazzoli's mother.

The three of them forged a deep friendship when they were all at Inter, and now at Manchester City, their relationship grew even closer, both on and off the pitch; they are friends who talk about everything.

They never use English when communicating with each other, instead, they speak their familiar Italian. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Ranocchia was driving, and he first picked up Bonazzoli at his house.

After getting in the car, Ranocchia drove towards Tang Long's home.

At Tang Long's doorstep, Ranocchia parked the car steadily by the roadside, rolled down the window, put his arm on the window sill, and turned to look at Bonazzoli in the passenger seat, taking the opportunity to chat with him while waiting for Tang Long.

Ranocchia put away his usual smile, his expression turned serious, and he began to criticize Bonazzoli's behavior of loudly calling him captain at the match.

"I have no problem with you calling me captain in private, but that was a Champions League match, with so many spectators on site and countless cameras pointed at us. Calling me captain in such a setting, how would Kompany feel? Of course, Kompany is broad-minded and probably wouldn't care, and most of the other teammates are easygoing too. But what if those tabloids start spreading rumors? You know Tang has been maliciously reported by The Sun twice before; why haven't you learned from that?"

There was a hint of reproach in Ranocchia's tone.

Listening to this, Bonazzoli nodded hastily, repeatedly saying, "Yes, yes, yes, got it, got it, I'll definitely pay attention next time."

In fact, after the match, not only did Ranocchia remind him, but Chiwo also deliberately took him aside in the locker room to kindly give him a heads-up.

"You're still young, never let some off-field factors distract you. You're well aware of the nature of these British tabloids, Andre is not a member of the team committee and has never been Manchester City's captain. By calling him randomly, they'll surely think you guys are forming cliques."

After chatting about this matter, Ranocchia relaxed his expression slightly, looking at Bonazzoli with a gentle gaze, and asked:

"That night I asked you, and you said you wanted to become a player like Tang, but let me tell you, everyone is unique; you can never become Tang. However, after this match, did you notice any strengths in yourself compared to him?"

Bonazzoli's eyes lit up immediately, and he exclaimed loudly:

"I know, I'm willing to fight with all I've got, and I'm not afraid! That's why I could still recklessly use my head to block Hummels' shot when lying on the ground!"

His tone was filled with pride and confidence, as if at that moment he was the bravest person in the world.

Hearing this, Ranocchia chuckled twice bitterly, nodded slightly, and said:

"Yeah, when skills are lacking, you have no choice but to risk everything; it really is tough for you."

"Whether Tang would head-tackle a ball, I don't know; anyway, your brother here can't do it."

"Why not, captain?" Bonazzoli asked with a face full of confusion, "I think it's quite normal; for the sake of the team winning, it's worth giving everything. Didn't you often teach us this when you were at Inter?"

Ranocchia let out a deep sigh, a hint of helplessness flickering in his eyes, and slowly said:

"The logic isn't wrong. When you reach my age, have a family, a wife and kids, you'll understand."

"If, just in case, I was kicked into a vegetative state by Hummels, what would happen to my whole family? Unlike you, in your early twenties, single and without any attachments."

"No attachments..."

Upon hearing these words, Bonazzoli's proud expression vanished, and he looked as if he wanted to say something but then hesitated, subsequently lowering his head.

Only then did Ranocchia realize he had misspoken.

He quickly reached out and pressed the brim of Bonazzoli's hat down further.

This hat was something Ranocchia bought on a whim while passing by a street shop, just enough to cover the conspicuous bandage on Bonazzoli's forehead.

Ranocchia softly said, "You remember what I told you, right? When we get to the hospital to see your mom, keep your forehead covered, don't take off the hat, and absolutely don't say that the injury was from being kicked by an opponent, or it'll break her heart! I asked the hospital nurse, and she said she went to bed early last night and didn't watch the match; she probably doesn't know about your injury yet."

As the two were talking, Tang Long hurriedly came out of the house holding a bouquet of flowers.

He was dressed casually, his steps light as he ran to the car, opened the back door, and quickly sat inside.

"Sorry to keep you guys waiting, the flower delivery from the shop was late, delayed a bit, let's head out quickly."

Ranocchia snapped his fingers loudly, "Alrighty, the chauffeur received the order, let's go!"