Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 783 - 564: Back to the League, Full Firepower! Teammates Go All Out to Help Tang Long Sprint for the European Golden Boot!_2

"So, the things I didn't accomplish, you need to achieve for me. For example, this season's European Golden Boot, surpass C Luo and claim this honor for me!"

At this point, Tang Long finally completely understood the intention behind Ronaldo's special visit.

Ronaldo treated Tang Long just like parents who wholeheartedly hope their child can become the most outstanding talent in the world.

From a commercial interest standpoint, Tang Long is Ronaldo's client; their interests are closely linked and deeply bound.

The better Tang Long performs, the more goals he scores, the more he can take control in future transfers and contract negotiations, naturally bringing Ronaldo more lucrative agent commissions.

However, Ronaldo's expectations for Tang Long go far beyond this!

Deep in his heart, there is a pure anticipation, hoping that Tang Long can overcome all obstacles, defeat all opponents, become the world's top player, and one day lift the Gold Ball Award, symbolizing the highest honor in football!

This has been a professional goal, that was deeply buried in his heart since he spotted Tang Long at Inter at first glance, and never forgotten—to make Tang Long the best in the world!

Only then can Ronaldo achieve a sense of professional accomplishment.

"You must get the European Golden Boot, even if it's only once, you must earn it. And I believe this season is the perfect opportunity!"

In Ronaldo's brilliant career, he has won the top scorer honor five times.

This includes two La Liga Golden Boots, one Eredivisie Golden Boot, one World Cup Golden Boot, and one Copa America Golden Boot.

Yet, the European Golden Boot, a significant club-level honor, has eluded him.

"Players who win the European Golden Boot are the top strikers in their national leagues. Across the five major leagues, they are undoubtedly the king of strikers!"

"Tang, prove your strength and surpass C Luo, let him see that Ronaldo's successor has better goal-scoring ability than him! Do you have the confidence?"

Ronaldo, sitting in the front passenger seat, grew increasingly excited, and as he spoke passionately, saliva spewed forth.

Tang Long asked, "How many goals has C Luo scored in La Liga?"

Ronaldo immediately replied without hesitation: "33 goals, he has scored 33 goals so far, but you have 35 goals, leading him by two goals!" He is clearly prepared.

Tang Long paused in thought and slowly said, "Though leading by two goals, the gap is actually not big. See, before Real Madrid played against Napoli in the second leg, I was ahead by one goal on the Champions League scoring list, then he scored a hat-trick in one game and instantly overtook me by two goals, a single game can change the situation."

Ronaldo was slightly taken aback, and from Tang Long's words, he sensed caution, so he tentatively asked:

"Do you have the confidence? At least, you should secure either the European Golden Boot or the Champions League Golden Boot, right?"

Tang Long steadily drove the car into his driveway and slowly turned off the ignition.

"No, Ronnie, only kids make choices, adults want both!"

"Good, that's the Tang Long I know!" Ronaldo followed Tang Long, giving a thumbs up and quickly stepping forward, saying excitedly, "Imposing and confident, I admire you!"

Ronaldo couldn't contain his excitement and asked, "So, what are your plans to achieve this goal?"

Tang Long's eyes were firm, and he said loudly: "Discipline!"

"How do you maintain discipline?"

"Going to bed early and waking up early, following a scientific diet plan, training hard, and carefully reviewing and summarizing after each match. I've always been doing this, so don't worry about it!"

Tang Long invited Ronaldo inside to sit and have a cup of coffee.

Ronaldo nodded with a smile, and the two walked together towards Tang Long's house.

Tang Long raised his hand and entered the door lock password, and with a "beep", the door lock opened, and he pushed the door open.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw a graceful silhouette quietly sitting on the sofa.

Tang Long was slightly taken aback, and Ronaldo was also stunned.

Noticing the movement, Dilata elegantly stood up.

Her golden long hair was like a cascading golden waterfall, gracefully draping over one shoulder, each strand shining with alluring luster, cascading down to her slender waist. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The slender waist made Tang Long feel, in a moment of trance, as if he could enclose it with a gentle grasp.

Her eyes held a smile, and she looked at them with gentle eyes.

"You've come?" Dilata said softly.

"Here... Uh, why didn't you tell me you were coming to my house?" Tang Long asked in a confused tone.

Dilata's lips curled slightly, and she smiled, "Didn't you tell me your door lock password? You said if you came to interview me and I wasn't home temporarily, you could come in and rest a while."

Entering the latter stage of the season, Dilata often visited Tang Long's home for exclusive interviews;

After all, in the entire European media circle, only she had the exclusive interview rights with Tang Long.

She paused briefly, turned to Ronaldo, and said, "Mr. Ronaldo, we meet again. I originally intended to conduct a single interview with Tang, but since you're here, how about I also do an exclusive interview with you?"

Ronaldo understood the message, tactfully stepped back a bit, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "No, it's more appropriate for you to interview Tang alone."

He leaned closer to Tang Long and whispered: "To achieve your goals, discipline is important, but occasionally relaxing is human nature. I knew this when I was younger."

After finishing, he patted Tang Long's shoulder and turned to leave.

With a "click" of the clear closing sound, Ronaldo's figure disappeared outside the door.

Dilata moved to the living room, squatted down, and carefully adjusted the camera tripod placed there, then raised her head, smiled at Tang Long, and gently asked:

"Shall we begin the interview now?"

…

Premier League Round 29, Manchester City hosts West Brom.

On the team bus, Gundogan slightly leaned forward in the front row, turned back, and enthusiastically said to Tang Long:

"Tang, rest assured, West Brom no longer has relegation pressure and has no desire. I'll find a way to assist you!"

Diego in the back row wasn't to be outdone, poking his head out and loudly saying:

"Count me in too! There's only balls you can't receive, not good passes I can't make!"

Mkhitaryan, normally a man of few words, spoke across the aisle with determined eyes to Tang Long:

"I've studied the opponent's last three match videos carefully. Their defensive gaps in the penalty area are wide open, the defensive midfielder is practically a sieve. Run to that spot, and I promise the ball will land exactly at your feet."

These three midfielders all hope to assist Tang Long in becoming the European Golden Boot winner.

After all, in Manchester City's history, there has never been a player honored with this distinction.

With the League Champion practically secure, everyone wholeheartedly anticipates Tang Long making history—this is Guardiola's inner expectation as well.

Tang Long leaned back in his seat, exhaled softly, and said with a smile: "All right, your passes will soon overwhelm me. I'll try to accommodate as much as possible!"

…

"Tooooot——"

A sharp whistle suddenly pierced the sky over the Etihad Stadium, the referee signaling the start of the match.

"Now, I'll briefly introduce the starting lineups of both teams."

"The home team Manchester City still uses their familiar 4231 formation."

"The goalkeeper is Onana, the center-back pairing is Stones and Kompany, midfield…"

"Left winger is Tang Long, and the striker is Agui…"

"Wait, look at this play!"

The commentator's voice suddenly raised by eight pitches, full of excitement.

"Tang Long!"

"Tang Long is sprinting, swiftly cutting into the opponent's penalty area!"

"He's in!"

"He's deep inside!"

"Shoot!!!"