Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 777 - 561: Ronaldo Storms into Guardiola’s Office, Confronting Him!

As the car carrying Tang Long, Ranocchia, Bonazzoli, and others slowly approached the hospital, Ronaldo wore a dark expression, hastily striding into Guardiola's office.

His hurried steps seemed to carry an invisible pressure, creating a strong sense of oppression in the corridor that drew looks from passing staff.

"Oh! What wind has blown this big star over here!"

Guardiola was seated at a meeting table with Chiwo and several members of the first-team coaching staff, engaged in a brief meeting.

As he glanced up and saw Ronaldo, his heart slightly trembled.

Why has Ronaldo come without an invitation?

However, years of experience allowed him to swiftly adjust his demeanor, showing a bright smile as he stood to welcome him.

Chiwo and the other coaches beside him also turned their attention.

The office had its curtains drawn, with lights on.

Warm lights softly bathed everyone, with classic photographs from Manchester City matches and various tactic boards hung on the walls.

Upon seeing Ronaldo enter, everyone realized the meeting would likely be interrupted.

Sure enough, Guardiola generously gave Ronaldo face, immediately announcing the end of the meeting.

Chiwo and Ronaldo had encountered each other several times back at Inter Milan, even having interacted.

Chiwo actively stepped forward, intending to chat with Ronaldo for a bit.

However, Ronaldo merely nodded politely, saying, "Hello, Christian. I'm quite busy now, let's communicate another day!"

His voice was calm and distant, with a slight courteous smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a coldness keeping others at bay.

Chiwo was filled with astonishment.

In his impression, Ronaldo had always been the enthusiastic and cheerful person, with no airs, making today's attitude inexplicable.

After everyone left, the office immediately fell into silence, leaving only Guardiola and Ronaldo.

The spacious office felt extremely quiet due to its emptiness, only the wall clock emitted the "tick-tock" sound.

Guardiola walked to the window, pulled open the heavy curtains, allowing more sunlight to pour in, illuminating the neatly placed sofa and tea table.

He turned to look at Ronaldo, secretly speculating, feeling that Ronaldo was here to demand accountability, yet he truly couldn't think of what he had done wrong.

Helpless, he could only rely on their shared memories as an opening, hoping to break the awkward situation:

"Ahem, time really flies, just think it's been exactly 20 years since we fought alongside each other at Barcelona."

(Guardiola and Ronaldo at Barça period)

Guardiola had great respect for Ronaldo.

Ronaldo was once the most brilliant striker in the world football scene, his exceptional skills and extraordinary influence garnered broader attention and passion for football globally, he virtually became synonymous with football.

Moreover, Ronaldo is now an agent, representing players like Tang Long and Bonazzoli, both of whom are playing at Manchester City under Guardiola's coaching.

Guardiola well understood Ronaldo's position in the football world and the special relationship between them, thus whenever facing Ronaldo, he always showed extra respect.

"Yes, Pep, you're right," Ronaldo's voice remained cold, "From the 1996 - 1997 season until now, exactly 20 years ago in that summer I left Barça and went to Inter Milan."

Guardiola smiled and invited Ronaldo to sit on the sofa, then walked to the coffee table beside him, picked up the exquisite coffee pot, and brewed a cup of coffee for Ronaldo.

The two moved to the sofa by the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

Guardiola sneaked a glance at Ronaldo, but Ronaldo's brows remained furrowed; he could only continue to feign casual chit-chat:

"1996, my God, that was such a distant era. It's just a shame you were constantly injured that season, the times we appeared together on the field were really pitifully few."

As a globally renowned star, Ronaldo had been through the football world for numerous years.

He had fought alongside many excellent teammates and battled against countless formidable opponents on the field.

With the passage of time, the vast expanse of change, those who used to gallop on the field with him had all retired, leaving the beloved green pitch far behind.

However, many didn't leave football; instead, they later became top coaches in the football world, continuing to be active in football.

Just like England's national team coach Mancini, and sitting opposite him now, Manchester City's head coach Guardiola.

Yet, Guardiola's seemingly ordinary recollection seemed like a spark jumping into a gunpowder barrel, instantly igniting Ronaldo's fury.

"Pep! How dare you mention this to me; talking about this makes me angry!"

Ronaldo suddenly widened his eyes in anger, appearing as though fire could spew from his eyes.

He fiercely stretched out his right hand, slamming it hard on the glass tea table in front, with a loud "bang," the entire office echoed with the slap, and the glass tea table shook violently under this force, appearing ready to shatter at any moment.

Guardiola was startled by this unexpected action, his entire body jerked, nearly causing him to jump out of the sofa.

If it were anyone else, even Manchester City's CEO Belada, acting so arrogantly in the head coach's office, Guardiola would surely have been extremely enraged, ruthlessly berating the person to leave.

But standing before him was Ronaldo; despite being simultaneously angry and confused, Guardiola had no choice but to suppress his temper, slowly asking:

"Are you okay, Ronnie? It's not me who caused your injury, so why are you venting at me?"

Guardiola's face was full of bewilderment; he truly couldn't understand which phrase touched Ronaldo's sore spot making him lose composure.

I was merely reminiscing about our old times; I didn't say anything, right?

Ronaldo sneered, "Fine, I won't go around in circles with you; I'll speak openly!"

"My client Bonazzoli, he's only 21 years old; he doesn't know how to protect himself and can't even discern whether life or football is more important."

"Both of us have played football for so many years; have you ever seen someone using their head to tackle?"

"He's got a concussion now; if Hummels' studs were sharper and kicked slightly off target, directly bursting his eyeball lens, what would we do?"

As Ronaldo spoke, he grew increasingly agitated, waving his hands in the air, illustrating the dangerous scenario.

Upon hearing this, Guardiola was first startled, then clapped his hand to his head, suddenly realizing the reason behind Ronaldo's visit.

He nodded slightly, saying, "Oh, you're referring to this matter. Alright, it indeed entails significant danger; I'll find a chance to remind him."

However, Ronaldo was dissatisfied with Guardiola's reply; he leaned forward, with a questioning tone.

"Tell me the truth, did you instruct him to do this? In training and matches, did you instill the ideology of playing recklessly regardless of safety? Otherwise, why would he do such an incomprehensible act!"

"You're the coach; you must be responsible for the players, especially for one like him who understands nothing."

Ronaldo's gaze intensely fixed on Guardiola.

"His father passed away early; now only he and his mother rely on each other. His mother is still lying in the hospital. If anything happens to him, if he becomes disabled, how will their family live on?"

Ronaldo's voice grew increasingly high-pitched, aggressively pressing.

Ronaldo firmly believed it was Guardiola who prompted Bonazzoli to act this way or at least conveyed such an idea during regular training.

He held this belief not without reason.

Despite usually avoiding social media, after the second leg match against Bayern, Guardiola surprisingly registered a social media account and uploaded a photo.

In the photo, Tang Long, Bonazzoli, and Guardiola stood together, with the thick bandage on Bonazzoli's head glaringly conspicuous.

This act indeed gave rise to many conjectures.