Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 780 - 563: Champions League Quarterfinal Matchups Announced! Griezmann Asked: Who is Stronger, Tang Long or C Luo?_2

"Foreign language? What foreign language?" Bonazzoli asked, "Are you teaching her Italian or English? As far as I know, she's pretty fluent in both languages."

"I'm teaching her Chinese, is that not okay?" Tang Long replied.

After that, Tang Long ignored Bonazzoli's probing, took out his phone, and sent a text to Icardi: [Mauro, congratulations on your relief, looking forward to our next encounter.]

He looked at the phone screen, and the image of the two playing for Inter Milan in the past floated in his mind, making him ponder deeply.

Ranocchia glanced at the wall clock and shouted urgently, "The match is about to start, change the channel, change the channel!"

As he spoke, he quickly switched the TV to the sports live broadcast channel.

At this moment, the match between Real Madrid away against Napoli was about to kick off.

On the TV screen, players from both teams were warming up, with the cheers of fans coming through the speakers.

Everyone knew in their hearts that this match held little suspense.

Real Madrid already had a two-goal lead from the first leg, making it extremely difficult for Napoli to turn the game around at home.

However, the course of the match still brought a huge shock to the three present.

0:3!

São Paulo Stadium, known as the southern fortress of Italy, completely collapsed under C Luo's fierce attack.

Right from the start, Real Madrid showcased their strong attacking power.

C Luo was like a king on the field, every run full of strength, every touch of the ball brimming with confidence.

Before the first half ended, C Luo went all-out, scoring a hat trick, leading the Galaxy Battleship to decisively conquer this seemingly invincible fortress.

His first goal came in the 15th minute. After receiving a precise pass from a teammate, he feigned a shot but cut in deftly, outsmarting the defender and coolly pushed the ball into the bottom corner like a cannonball.

The second goal was even more impressive. In the 28th minute, he received a long pass from the midfield, running at high speed and striking the ball directly, carving a beautiful curve into the top right corner of the goal.

And the third goal, a direct elevator free-kick in the 43rd minute, was astonishing!

C Luo stood before the ball, focused, ran up, and struck seamlessly.

The ball was like a fired cannonball, ascending, descending, and diving straight into the top left corner of the goal!

The goalkeeper had no time to react.

"Siu!"

"Siu!!"

"SIU!!!"

C Luo performed his iconic goal celebration on the field three times.

The first two times, Napoli fans still had their voices, hurling ferocious boos at him.

They stood in the stands, waving flags, chanting slogans, trying to disrupt C Luo.

But when C Luo scored with the elevator free-kick in the 43rd minute, São Paulo Stadium fell silent abruptly.

The once noisy stadium seemed to have been muted; fans were stunned, knowing it was over...

The entire stadium was filled only with the deafening shouts of over 2,000 Real Madrid traveling fans.

They jumped excitedly, waving their Real Madrid flags, shouting C Luo's name with abandon.

"C Luo is just too strong." Ranocchia couldn't help but shake his head, filled with disappointment and surprise, "Napoli's stadium has always been tough to play at. We struggled here often when we were with Inter. Every match felt like a tough battle. But C Luo scored a hat trick in the first half alone. My God, is he playing a training match? His form is simply terrifying, like a goal-scoring machine that never tires."

Bonazzoli, while speaking, took out his phone, opened the Champions League's live scoring charts, and exclaimed:

"My God, 16 goals. C Luo has scored 16 goals in 8 Champions League matches, averaging two per game."

"Is he even human? Are all players with Ronaldo in their names this amazing?"

Tang Long silently nodded. He knew that in just these 45 minutes of the first half, C Luo had overtaken him on the Champions League scoring charts, going from being one goal behind him to being two goals ahead.

As he watched C Luo on the TV screen, he felt both admiration for his opponent's formidable skills and a sense of urgency.

He realized that in the race for the Champions League and its Golden Boot, C Luo had become his biggest rival.

Ranocchia sighed and said, "Well, I don't see the need to watch anymore. The outcome is decided. Let's head home? This match has no suspense left, and watching further feels pointless."

Tang Long held the remote firmly and said seriously, "Let's watch till the end. Real Madrid is definitely our strongest opponent on the road to the championship, we need to study their tactics and style thoroughly. Although C Luo is the core of their attack, the team's overall coordination is also very seamless. We need to find their weaknesses from this match and prepare for any potential showdown in the future."

Bonazzoli pouted, indifferent.

"Their tactics and style? Their strategy is as simple as passing the ball to C Luo, and then C Luo scores. That's Real Madrid's tactic. Look at their attack; it's mostly centered around C Luo, while the other players primarily create opportunities for him."

Real Madrid's strong performance in the first half left Napoli dispirited, surrendering early.

In the second half, Napoli's players were visibly lacking in passion, their spirits crushed.

Real Madrid capitalized, and in the 60th minute, they substituted C Luo for rest.

The match finally ended with a score of 0:3.