Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 822 - 580: Reaching the Top of the Premier League Over Manchester United’s Dead Body? That’s Exactly What Manchester City Intends! (Part 2)

And Burnley's head coach Daiqi was completely bewildered in the wind at this moment.

It was just over 20 minutes, and his team already had two players injured, using up two substitution spots in one go. Such a dire situation was the first he'd encountered in his over ten-year coaching career.

His face was full of helplessness and despair, and he could only wave his hand helplessly, sending substitute players onto the field to replace the injured ones.

At this point, the morale of Burnley was like a punctured balloon, plummeting rapidly.

The players' eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and the initial ferocity and zeal from the start were long gone. They seemed to realize that today's match might end in a crushing defeat for them!

However, Tang Long had no intention of letting Burnley off so easily.

The flames of revenge burned within him as he thought, "And a team like yours still wants to avoid relegation? Today, I must ensure your key players get injured further and taste the consequences of crossing me!"

With this in mind, Tang Long's gaze, sharp as a dagger, turned towards Afeild.

Afeild, Burnley's key midfielder, could not have had worse luck today.

Twice he attempted malicious fouls against Tang Long, yet both times he accidentally injured his own teammates, like a cursed unfortunate soul.

At this moment, he was completely consumed by fear, trembling like a shivering cicada.

Forget about fouling Tang Long again, even when running past his teammates, he was exceedingly cautious, as if his teammates were fragile porcelain, ready to shatter upon the slightest touch.

In his mind, scenes of returning to the dressing room, being angrily reproached by teammates and severely scolded by the coach, repeatedly played out in his imagination, filling his heart with dread and unease.

His mind was now muddled, his focus extremely scattered, oblivious to the fact that the next misfortuned victim would be himself.

As the saying goes, justice will inevitably catch up with the unrighteous, and the judgment of fate was about to descend!

With just three minutes left in the first half, Tang Long received a precise overhead pass from Gundogan at midfield.

Without a moment's hesitation, before the ball touched the ground, like a cannon ready to fire, he directly unleashed a powerful shot!

The power and speed of this shot were so great that Manchester City's players were left stunned.

Their awareness of Tang Long's long-range shooting prowess was known, but this shot was from over 40 meters, a challenge akin to defying the impossible!

Unbeknownst to them, Tang Long's actual target wasn't the goal, but Afeild's head about 5 meters directly ahead.

Whether or not he could hit the goal was no longer important for Tang Long.

Poor Afeild, like a lamb ready for slaughter, stood directly in the path of the ball's flight.

He heard a loud bang, then felt a cracking sound.

The football, like a cannonball, packed with immense force, slammed into his nose directly.

Such was the impact that Afeild's body was flung by a formidable force, making him resemble a stiffened zombie, falling backward in a straight line onto the ground!

Though he had delivered considerable elbow force on his teammates earlier, compared to Tang Long's shot, it was utterly insignificant.

In his daze, Afeild heard the referee blow the whistle to pause the match, and felt his teammates anxiously touching his head.

Shortly thereafter, he heard the team doctor's words, which left him completely hopeless: "Comminuted nasal fracture, make the substitution immediately!"

When the previous two Burnley players were stretchered off, the 20,000 Burnley fans in the stands applauded, encouraging them for their brave fight on the field.

Yet this time, as Afeild was taken off, he was met with overwhelming booing.

"Nice hit! Tang nailed you, you useless!"

"After injuring two teammates, now it's finally your turn to suffer!"

"What a blunder, Daiqi picked nothing but cowards!"

"This match is devastating, losing three players and still hoping to avoid relegation? Dream on!"

The fans' jeers flooded like relentless waves, leaving Daiqi feeling utterly desperate and helpless. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The piercing boos echoed in his mind, as if he'd fallen into a freezing pit of ice, his body continuing to tremble.

He never imagined that merely due to one match against Manchester City, because of a nearly insane effort from team CEO Edson seeking revenge on Manchester City for not yielding, it led to the consecutive loss of three key players!

Failing to gain anything and losing dearly—this was the backlash!

These players might be unable to participate in the upcoming 2–3 matches or even remain off the field until the end of the season.

For Burnley, a team aiming to avoid relegation, this was undoubtedly a fatal blow.

Daiqi even began to suspect whether Edson was purposely sabotaging him, wanting this opportunity to force him out.

His heart was filled with doubts and anger, but at this moment, he was powerless.

As Daiqi sank into desperate contemplation, the referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the first half.

He groggily heard Tang Long approach him, quietly saying, "Tell your men to behave, and I'll ensure no more losses in the second half."

Daiqi startled awake, suddenly alert, and as he looked again, Tang Long was already pacing steadily away, leaving only a commanding silhouette disappearing into the players' tunnel.