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Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 820 - 579: Deliberately Sliding to Hurt Me? Sorry, You Better Break a Leg First!
In the 18th minute of the first half, the ball once again came to the left flank, and Tang Long, like a gust of wind, easily broke through Luton’s defense once more.
This time, with a yellow card already hanging over him, Luton was clearly cautious and did not dare to act as recklessly as before. He could only stick closely to Tang Long, trying to disrupt his rhythm.
At this moment, another defensive midfielder, Afeild, seized the opportunity, charging in at an angle, delivering a powerful sliding tackle aimed at the ball under Tang Long’s feet.
He knew very well that under these circumstances, he would rather give Tang Long a free kick than let him dribble smoothly into the vicinity of the penalty area for a shot, or else the consequences would be unimaginable.
During the dribble, Tang Long seemed somewhat hesitant and did not notice Afeild’s sudden attack in the first instance.
But just as Afeild’s toe was about to touch the ball, and the slide tackle was about to hit Tang Long’s ankle at the critical moment, Tang Long seemed to have foreseen everything, as if he had anticipated it all along—
He suddenly leaped forward high with both himself and the ball, gracefully soaring through the air.
"Ah!!!"
A blood-curdling scream instantly echoed in the sky, sending chills down the spines of everyone present, making their hair stand on end.
The scream was not from Tang Long, but from Luton, who had been closely following Tang Long all along.
It turned out that Tang Long had already made a precise judgment on the field situation in his mind, calculating Afeild’s sliding tackle trajectory and the possible subsequent scenarios, combining it with Luton’s position, conducting a series of complex and precise simulations.
Ultimately, he decisively leaped high, while Afeild’s sharp studs, without missing a beat, kicked heavily onto Luton’s ankle!
Poor Luton never expected such an accident to happen. He couldn’t fathom that his teammate’s tackle not only missed Tang Long but directly sent himself flying instead.
The unprepared Luton, like a fragile doll, spun helplessly 180 degrees in the air, then with a thud, landed heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
He rolled on the ground in agony, clutching his ankle tightly, continuously letting out painful groans.
Meanwhile, Afeild, who delivered the sliding tackle, was also bewildered, standing there at a loss, his eyes full of regret and self-blame.
The team doctor, seeing this, quickly rushed onto the field.
After a thorough examination, the team doctor shook his head helplessly, announcing that Luton’s ankle was fractured.
Subsequently, Luton was slowly carried off the field on a stretcher.
With Tang Long’s goal causing the injury to a key player, Daiqi became so anxious that his eyes turned red, like a beast cornered.
He wasted no time in substituting the injured Luton with defender Dalicava, and furiously shouted from the sidelines:
"We can’t let up; this is our home field. Make it rough!"
At this point, Daiqi didn’t even bother to hide it, blatantly encouraging his players to continue using malicious fouls.
Chiwo couldn’t stand it any longer, angrily pointing at Daiqi, shouting loudly, "Are you here to play soccer or to kick people? Have some professional ethics!"
However, Daiqi acted as if he hadn’t heard, giving Chiwo a dismissive look, then spat heavily on the ground, completely ignoring his accusation.
Chiwo was so infuriated that his face turned red, wanting to rush over to argue with Daiqi.
Guardiola gently reached out, pressing Chiwo down.
"Pep, look! They clearly intend to intentionally target Tang Long. Why don’t we substitute Tang Long; I don’t want him getting injured before the Juventus match," Chiwo anxiously suggested.
"What’s there to fear? Can’t you tell? This rough bunch from Burnley still thinks they can injure Tang Long? Haha, I’ll bet you that before the first half ends, they’ll have to make another injury substitution!"







