Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 819 - 579: Trying to Take Me Out? Sorry, Break a Leg First! (Part 2)

Chapter 819: Chapter 579: Trying to Take Me Out? Sorry, Break a Leg First! (Part 2)

Tang Long knew better than anyone that the longer this malicious foul strategy targeted at him lasted, the more unfavorable it would be for him and the team.

At this moment, a swift and decisive battle is the only way out!

Tang Long stood before the ball, took a deep breath, and looked up.

In front of him, five tall, tower-like Burnley players quickly gathered to form an impenetrable wall.

Behind the wall, their goalkeeper Seddon was fully focused at the goalpost, nervously directing the wall’s positioning while closely watching Tang Long’s every move.

"JU—"

Tang Long bent slightly and started to run up.

The entire audience held their breath.

"Boom!"

Tang Long shot!

With the sound of the kick, Burnley’s five wall players, as if receiving a unified command, faced it with a do-or-die attitude, eyes unblinking, using all their strength to stretch their bodies and jump, as if to break through the sky.

They knew in their hearts that Tang Long’s free kicks, with their mysterious curves and tricky angles, were a deadly weapon on the field;

to block this direct free kick attempt, the only way was to risk everything and use their bodies to seal every possible angle!

However, just as Burnley’s wall leaped up, wishing they could jump straight into the sky, an unexpected and bizarre scene unfolded.

Tang Long didn’t kick out a beautifully curved free kick as usual but instead delivered an unexpected and exquisite Ground Strike!

He merely gave a light push with his instep, seemingly effortlessly, but the ball shot out like an arrow off a bowstring, skimming the ground at high speed toward the goal.

The ball seemed to have eyes, slipping through the gap left by Burnley’s wall as they jumped up, flashing by like lightning~ 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Goalkeeper Seddon did not anticipate Tang Long opting for such a low shot.

"Huh, where’s the ball, where did it go?"

In that moment, he felt as if his thoughts had frozen, his body nailed to the spot, unable to move.

When he finally reacted and attempted a save, it was too late.

The ball had already rolled into the net like a ghost.

Seddon made a belated and symbolic attempt to save, only to end up rolling clumsily on the ground.

The stadium was in uproar!

Not just Burnley’s players were stunned by this unexpected goal, even Manchester City’s teammates were left gaping, incredulous.

Everyone stared dazedly at Tang Long, as if they had seen a football god descending from the sky!

Off the field, Guardiola saw this scene and smiled with satisfaction, shaking hands with Chiwo and saying:

"See, this is genius, you must know what I thought of at this moment."

Chiwo also smiled broadly, "I guess it’s that free kick by Ronaldinho?"

Guardiola, hearing this, gave Chiwo a thumbs-up, and then the two embraced excitedly.

After Tang Long scored this superb free kick, Burnley’s momentum was instantly doused as if by a bucket of cold water.

After all, as the home team, they were already trailing the powerful Manchester City within ten minutes of the match starting.

Given the situation, trying to score points against Manchester City looked increasingly difficult, seemingly becoming an impossible task.

To Burnley’s coach Daiqi, this free kick by Tang Long seemed like relentless mockery, making him furious.

He raged on the sidelines, shouting loudly at his players on the field: "Get yourselves together and play according to the established tactics!"

And his so-called established tactics were not about playing fair but continuing to target Tang Long relentlessly.

Under Daiqi’s motivation, Burnley’s players rallied again.

Soon, they launched a second wave of even fiercer onslaught against Tang Long.

In fact, these players knew that targeting Tang Long wasn’t entirely out of personal resentment but more out of their team’s desperate attempt to avoid relegation.

If they harbored even a shred of hope of scoring against Manchester City, getting Tang Long injured and off the field seemed their only lifeline.

Because they were acutely aware that given the disparity in strength between the two teams, no matter how hard they tried or how fiercely they fought, if Tang Long performed normally, they had no chance of defeating Manchester City.

Seeing his goal only intensified the opponent’s aggression, Tang Long sighed deeply, shook his head in disappointment, and thought to himself:

"Sigh, I gave you a chance, but you chose the hard way, huh? Fine, then I’ll have to use a warning to deter you."

At this stage, after plenty of matches and with three years of rich professional experience, Tang Long’s understanding of football had reached a depth unattainable by ordinary players, and his ball control skills had become highly advanced.

Across the global football scene, players who could rival him in this aspect were few and far between.

In Tang Long’s eyes, Burnley players’ seemingly aggressive, rough-footed moves appeared like slow-motion, 0.3 times slower, everything seemed so slow, so predictably easy.