Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 814 - 577: The Ball Slices Through the Air! Smashing Tottenham, Eyeing Juventus! Tang Long Gives Buffon a Thumbs Up!

Chapter 814: Chapter 577: The Ball Slices Through the Air! Smashing Tottenham, Eyeing Juventus! Tang Long Gives Buffon a Thumbs Up!

Guardiola paced anxiously on the sidelines, occasionally gesturing tactical adjustments to the players on the field.

In the 72nd minute of the second half, the situation on the field finally turned around!

Manchester City’s player Navas received a pass on the right flank, observed his teammates’ positions, and decisively crossed the ball!

A high arc sliced through the sky, heading toward the left side of the penalty area.

Tang Long responded instinctively, rushing towards the drop point.

As he met Navas’ high cross on the left side of the penalty area, he feigned a trap, subtly retreating and pretending to receive the ball.

Guarin, the Tottenham defender, was fooled by his fake move and shifted his balance. At the critical moment, Tang Long suddenly jumped—

In midair, he stretched his body gracefully and swiftly, then, gathering all his strength into his right foot, unleashed a mighty strike!

Whoosh—

The soccer ball, accompanied by the sound of tearing through the air, streaked straight over the goalkeeper Lloris’s head and into the net!

The force and speed of this shot were immense, and although the angle was direct, it was too sudden.

Lloris, despite being fully concentrated, felt a flash of light before his eyes as Tang Long struck, barely having time to react before the ball whizzed past.

The intense sound pierced his ears, leaving Lloris standing frozen, staring dumbfounded at the ball now lodged in the net, motionless, like a lifeless statue.

Kane and Son Heung-min, Tottenham’s star strikers, glanced at each other with expressions frozen the moment the ball hit.

Kane bent over in frustration, hands on his knees, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with reluctance;

Son Heung-min simply collapsed powerlessly to the ground, his hands hanging limply at his chest.

"How did we still not hold on!" they cried out in unison, their voices filled with despair.

Tottenham had meticulously prepared for this match.

On the training ground, they repeatedly practiced defensive tactics and devised multiple strategies to counter Manchester City’s attacking style.

During the game, the players ran tirelessly and fought fiercely, blocking Manchester City for a full 70 minutes.

Just as they believed they could drag the match into a stalemate or even win through a penalty shootout, Tang Long’s earth-shattering long-range shot was like an iron hammer shattering the Tottenham players’ dreams!

"Tang Long!!!"

"He finally broke the deadlock for Manchester City!"

"In matches where Tang Long scores, Manchester City has never lost this season!"

"And in matches where Manchester City scores first, they’ve always secured all three points!"

"This is a perfect goal!"

"The power of the shot exemplifies unparalleled violent aesthetics!"

"The airborne kicking technique also displays Tang Long’s superb shooting skills!"

"If there’s a metaphor that fits, it’s like embroidering flowers on an iron hammer!"

Manchester City players rushed towards Tang Long frantically, embracing, cheering, and jumping.

Tang Long exchanged high fives with them one by one.

A faint smile, neither excited nor disappointed, hung on his face.

There were no celebratory cheers, no shirt removal, and certainly no slide on the knees.

He walked with steady strides, hands clasped behind his back, like a seasoned veteran, slowly making his way back to the center circle.

After experiencing high-difficulty goals like Winged Shooting and Fierce Tiger Shot, such a volley was merely an appetizer for Tang Long.

In his view, as long as his teammates could pass the ball accurately, completing such a goal was not difficult given his abilities.

With his stunning goal, Tang Long completely shattered Tottenham’s psychological defense.

On the field, the players seemed unsure of what to do, and clear defensive gaps began to appear.

Seizing the moment, Guardiola decisively made a substitution, bringing on the young Bonazzoli to replace Tang Long.

Bonazzoli showed tremendous enthusiasm upon entering the field. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

In the 85th minute, he received a cross from his teammate, leaping high, overpowering the Tottenham defender, and beautifully headed the ball into Tottenham’s goal again.

Ultimately, Manchester City won 2-0 away at Tottenham and smoothly advanced to the FA Cup final.

Their opponent was Manchester United, who also won their semi-final.

The FA Cup final would once again showcase the Manchester derby, sparking intrigue across England—after Icardi’s departure, does Manchester United still have the strength for this battle?

As the final whistle blew, Tang Long walked onto the field, exchanging pleasantries with Guarin and Yuto Nagatomo, two former Inter teammates.

"Hey, how have you two been recently?"

Guarin’s cheeks puffed out like a big red frog, amusingly.

Seeing Tang Long, a complex emotion flickered in his eyes, mingling resentment over the defeat with admiration for his former teammate.

He approached, thumping Tang Long’s chest with a playful punch, prompting Tang Long to double over, feigning pain, both hands clutching his chest.

"Tang, I concede defeat to you guys, but what baffles me is, back when you were at Inter, your goal-scoring wasn’t that impressive. How did you become increasingly strong—almost unbelievably strong—in the Premier League?"

Guarin was filled with doubt, remembering that while Tang Long showed potential at Inter, he was far from having his current terrifying scoring ability.

Yuto Nagatomo meanwhile spread his arms wide, giving Tang Long a big hug.

"All right, you shattered the only hope we had for a title this season with Tottenham, so I wish you good luck and go smash Juventus, then win the Champions League in the final!"

Yuto Nagatomo, while disappointed by the team’s loss, sincerely hoped Tang Long and Manchester City would achieve success in the upcoming matches.

After all, they all had spent time at Inter and knew how satisfying it was to thrash Juventus.

Guarin ruffled his hair with both hands, looking slightly disheveled in London’s wind. "What Long says isn’t unreasonable; I might as well tell others that Tottenham didn’t win the FA Cup because we lost to the Champions League winners."

After saying this, he couldn’t help but chuckle aloud~