Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 818 - 579: Trying to Take Me Out? Sorry, Break a Leg First!

In the fierce battles of the Premier League, Burnley is struggling near the edge of the relegation zone.

Currently, they are in 17th place, just outside the relegation zone, with only a one-point difference from 18th place Watford, making the situation precarious.

In this match, Watford’s opponent happens to be bottom-of-the-table Hull City.

This means that if Burnley loses at home to the formidable Manchester City, and Watford successfully defeats Hull City, Burnley would immediately replace Watford and fall into the relegation zone.

For Burnley, who last season fought their way up from the Championship to the Premier League, it would undoubtedly be a nightmare—a result they can neither face nor accept!

On the day of the match, Burnley’s home stadium was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

In the locker room, captain Benjamin stood before his teammates, looking determined, trying hard to rally everyone’s spirits.

"Listen up, everyone! Previously at Itihad, we lost by just 1:2. Today, we’re back on our home turf, and beating Manchester City is not impossible! The key is that we must dare to think, dare to fight!"

His voice echoed through the locker room, trying to ignite the fire of victory in the hearts of each teammate.

However, the responses he received were mixed.

The players’ eyes flickered, each with their own thoughts.

Some eyes showed despair, thinking that defeating Manchester City is merely a fantasy;

Others carried a slight unwillingness, thinking even if we can’t win, we must fight with all our might in front of the home fans, not letting down those expecting eyes;

While more remained silent, overwhelmed by immense pressure, unsure of what to do.

At this moment, coach Daiqi entered with a stern face and began laying out the tactics.

His voice was deep and cold, each word seemed to carry a fierce intensity.

Once the players understood his tactical arrangements, everyone couldn’t help but gasped, faces full of shock...

With the crisp whistle of the referee, the match officially commenced.

From the very first minute, Burnley players were like wild horses, revealing their rough side.

They viciously targeted Tang Long’s ankle with their studs, as if they were going to devour him alive!

At the same time, elbows, reckless arm swings, and violent knee charges rained down on Tang Long, creating a chaotic scene.

In the 8th minute of the first half, the ball came to the left wing, Tang Long adeptly dribbled inside, ready to take a shot.

At this critical moment, right-back Luton lunged like a hungry wolf, executing a fierce tackle from behind aimed directly at Tang Long’s legs.

"Thud," Tang Long instantly lost balance, falling heavily onto the turf.

"Tang! Are you okay?" Agüero and Bonazzoli rushed over, anxious to check on Tang Long.

Hot-tempered Kolarov, infuriated, stormed over and grabbed Luton by the throat, eyes blazing with fury.

In an instant, players from both teams quickly gathered, creating a tense scene on the brink of conflict.

Luckily, the referee reacted swiftly, rushing over to separate the two, preventing a larger-scale clash.

Nevertheless, the referee had to show both of them a yellow card to warn them about their excessive behavior.

"I’m fine, no serious injury." Tang Long stood up, brushing off the grass and dirt from his pants.

Actually, when Tang Long passed Luton with a step-over, he had already keenly sensed from the exaggerated movements and malicious growl from Luton that he was plotting something.

So when Luton tackled from behind, Tang Long relied on his excellent reflexes and anticipation to slightly jump up, skillfully avoiding Luton’s deadly studs.

Though he ended up being knocked down and rolled on the ground twice, fortunately, he wasn’t physically harmed.

Tang Long looked coldly at Luton who tackled him.

As soon as Luton met Tang Long’s gaze, his blue eyes darted like a frightened deer, showing a hint of panic as he quickly broke eye contact and hurriedly retreated to the backfield.

The referee awarded Manchester City a front-field free kick.

Kolarov walked to Tang Long, exchanged a glance, and nodded, then silently moved aside.

Within the Manchester City team, it was tacitly understood that as long as Tang Long stood before the ball, the right to take the free kick was indisputably his unless he himself chose to pass the opportunity to a teammate.

This time, Tang Long’s eyes were determined; he clearly had no intention of ceding this free kick chance.

From the malicious fouls committed by the opponents in just these few opening minutes, Tang Long had already deeply felt that Burnley, on their home turf, had directed all their hostility towards him.

Tang Long slightly bowed his head, touched his chin, secretly pondering:

"I’ve encountered such situations before, but for a team like Burnley eager to avoid relegation, the only way to swiftly end this malicious siege is by defeating them thoroughly in the first half, crushing them, and breaking their morale completely, ending this dangerous and vile intent."