Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 792 - 569: Old Friends Reunited! Former Goalkeeper Transformed into Rock Bassist, a Sincere Comment After Drinking Shocks the Scene! _3

"As for the Champions League, I'll make a bold prediction: Manchester City and Real Madrid will meet in the final, Tang will score a hat trick, C Luo will score twice, and the final score will be 3 to 2, hahaha!"

Ranocchia's eyes lit up, "Not bad, you even know our upcoming two league opponents, seems like you've been keeping up with Manchester City."

Bonazzoli said, "Impressive, I don't even know who we're playing two rounds later. Berni, stop playing rock and come to Manchester City as the goalkeeping coach. You're still young, make a comeback!"

Berni smiled without saying a word, just kept drinking, and then asked about Bonazzoli's mother's health. Bonazzoli said her leg condition had improved, and Berni nodded with relief, reminding Bonazzoli to take care of his mother.

Then he asked about Tang Long, whether he had investigated the second exposure behind the scenes by The Sun about Tang Long, and if there was a mole in the team.

Tang Long shook his head and said, "When you were here last time, we discussed this matter but didn't reach a conclusion. But it's all in the past now, since Guardiola came to the team, he sold off a lot of people, and the atmosphere is great now. I don't bother digging deeper anymore." Berni pondered for a while, then nodded.

A bottle of wine quickly reached the bottom.

This old friend from faraway New York was still not satisfied, yelling for Ranocchia to bring more wine.

The host grandly waved his hand, "Drink as much as you want! You're staying at my place tonight."

But even the combined drinking capacity of the three couldn't match Berni alone.

Especially after Berni retired, he no longer needed to watch his figure and maintain his competitive state.

He drank one glass after another, feeling carefree and unrestrained, while the other three watched him drink.

In the end, he was completely drunk, his eyes starting to go fuzzy.

Ranocchia saw this and wanted to help Berni upstairs to rest.

But Berni waved his hand, signaling for Ranocchia to bring the guitar from his suitcase.

Berni leaned back in the chair, his head tilting to one side, his eyes hazy as if covered by a thin mist.

He tightly held the guitar in his arms, his fingers casually plucking the strings.

It was already seven in the evening, the sun had set, and the afterglow shone through the wide floor-to-ceiling restaurant glass onto Berni's broad, slightly chubby back, outlining a golden silhouette.

Tang Long, Ranocchia, and Bonazzoli couldn't help but quiet down, listening intently.

Though they listened for a long time, the drunkard's strumming yielded no comprehension.

The tune, sometimes off-key, sometimes with chaotic finger techniques, carried a peculiar flavor despite its strange melody.

At times cheerful, like a fawn running in spring; at times somber, like a sigh in the deep night; at times intense, like a shout in a storm; at times mournful, like an injured person's soft cry.

Like a drunk person sitting on the roadside, pouring their heart out to the sky.

Suddenly, Tang Long's eyes brightened, seeming to discern something, he thought, "It seems like..."

Before he could speak, Bonazzoli excitedly shouted, "Haha, I figured it out, it's the Champions League theme song!" He was excitedly pounding the table.

Finally, Berni, holding the guitar, leaned slowly against the chair and fell asleep.

As he was about to drift into a dream, he mumbled a sentence that startled everyone present.

"Bands... are actually not... not that interesting, I... I actually still prefer... prefer the feeling of playing football."

Though his voice was weak, it was like a stone, creating ripples in everyone's hearts.