Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 791 - 569: Old Friends Reunited! Former Goalkeeper Turns into a Rock Bassist, Drunken Truth Bomb Shakes the Scene!_2

Berni smiled slightly, resting his hands on the sofa.

"Football and all that is in the past. I feel my current career is way more valuable than waving towels on the bench before, haha!"

"And I have to criticize you, captain, you're all still young, how come you're already pondering retirement? To be honest, you envy me, but I envy you! I've never played in the Champions League in my life, but you three, this season, who knows, oh I mean, are sure to lift the Champions League trophy!" His face was full of anticipation.

Tang Long and Ranocchia exchanged glances and smiled. Is this an early champagne celebration?

At this moment, the young Bonazzoli joked with a smile: "Thanks for your kind words, maybe we really can win the Champions League. By that time, I'll give you my Champions League medal, do you want it?"

Berni burst into loud laughter upon hearing this, his beard twitching as if a gust of wind had blown through a field of grass.

Ranocchia's two children, wide-eyed, stared at Berni, mesmerized by his demeanor.

"Of course I want it, if you don't take free things, you're a fool! Why don't you also steal the Champions League trophy from the display and give it to me!" Berni said, laughing and half-jokingly, with exaggerated and amusing expressions on his face.

Although Berni has been away from the football scene for two years, when gathering with old friends, they couldn't go three sentences without turning the topic back to football.

At the dining table, Ranocchia's wife carefully prepared a bottle of 1982 Lafite.

With a "pop", the cork was opened, releasing a faint aroma of wine.

The four of them raised their glasses, clinking them lightly, the sound of clinking glasses crisp and pleasant.

They tilted their heads, drinking heartily, laughter echoing throughout the entire house.

Normally, Tang Long is a teetotaler, but for Berni, he had made exceptions twice in the past two years.

Each time was when Berni returned from the United States to Europe to reunite with his old teammates.

In the heat of the moment, Berni suddenly changed the topic and started talking about Manchester City's goalkeeper, Onana.

"Oh, I watched your Manchester City's league game against Crystal Palace the other day. I think if Guardiola lets this goalkeeper play in the Champions League, you're in trouble, you might not get past Atletico Madrid." As he spoke, he gently shook his head, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Tang Long was slightly taken aback and then asked, "Are you talking about that black goalkeeper Onana?"

"Who else could it be? Didn't you notice there's something wrong with his hand positioning when making saves? I seriously suspect his basic skills are shaky. But the strange thing is, at his age, it shouldn't be like this." Berni's face was serious.

Ranocchia hurriedly explained: "Uncle Berni, don't worry. Onana transferred this winter, and in the first half of the season, he was still playing for Ajax in the Champions League. Guardiola mainly bought him for the league; the old goalkeeper Bravo still starts in the Champions League."

Berni listened and finally nodded with relief: "Hmm, old goalkeepers have their advantages, experienced, have seen big matches. Speaking of Bravo, if I'm not mistaken, he followed Barça and won the treble. In the Champions League, you need such veterans to stabilize the formation." As he spoke, he gave a thumbs-up, his face full of approval.

Bonazzoli mischievously interrupted: "Uncle Berni, the way you speak, it sounds like you've played in the Champions League." After saying this, he couldn't help but snicker.

Hearing this, Tang Long and Ranocchia burst into laughter.

The entire dining room was filled with cheerful laughter, even Ranocchia's wife, busy in the kitchen, couldn't help but repeatedly turn her head, looking over, smiling and shaking her head, thinking: "The house hasn't been this lively in a long time."

Berni, being teased by Bonazzoli, suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

He then deliberately put on a stern face, pretending to be angry, and said solemnly to Bonazzoli:

"Let me tell you, these past two years, I've read quite a few books about Eastern culture. In China, there's a Confucius who said, 'I haven't eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run,' do you understand?" As he spoke, he gestured dramatically.

This phrase said in Italian, "I haven't eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run," carried a unique cultural flavor, and upon hearing it, Ranocchia and Bonazzoli both paused in surprise.

The two exchanged glances and then simultaneously asked Tang Long: "Did the Eastern sage Confucius really say this?" Their faces were full of doubt.

Upon hearing this, Tang Long knew that Berni must have read some unreliable clickbait.

As for whether he was serious or joking, Tang Long wasn't sure.

So he just nodded slightly, smiling without saying a word.

Berni paused for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and turned to Tang Long saying:

"Tang, although I've been in the United States for a long time, I still care about European football."

"The hottest topic in the football world lately is the comparison between you and C Luo! I have a feeling you can definitely beat C Luo!"

Tang Long said, "Hmm?" and smiled: "Dear Uncle Berni, are you talking about the Champions League or the Golden Boot?"

Berni froze for a moment, then looked around, glancing at Ranocchia, then at Bonazzoli, clicking his tongue twice. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"See that, see that?"

"What do you call confidence? This is confidence!"

"Even though Tang is currently trailing C Luo by a goal, he's definitely going to overtake him. Who knows, maybe in the next league game against Burnley, if not, then the next one against Bournemouth, he surely will!"