Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 829 - 583: Zidane Breaks Out in Cold Sweat at Tang Long’s Godlike Play, Real Madrid’s Title Hopes in Jeopardy! (Part 2)

Chapter 829: Chapter 583: Zidane Breaks Out in Cold Sweat at Tang Long’s Godlike Play, Real Madrid’s Title Hopes in Jeopardy! (Part 2)

However, when it comes to his playing career, Zidane is even more dazzling, a true legend in the world of football.

His glorious days as a player deeply shaped his unique coaching style.

He has a profound understanding of player psychology and can always see through a player’s intentions on the field. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

At this moment, he stares intently at the TV screen, his mind racing: "No, no, it can’t be just luck; there’s definitely something hidden here, could it be..."

Though Zidane’s head is bald, his brain works like a highly efficient supercomputer, rapidly recalling complex scenarios from his playing career.

Once, he desperately wanted to sign the young Chinese player Tang Long on the transfer market, but Tang Long eventually chose to join Manchester City.

Yet this didn’t affect Zidane’s admiration for Tang Long at all.

Zidane stood up, carefully contemplating Tang Long’s intentions in his mind while mimicking Tang Long’s moves in his spacious living room.

He imagined the central couch as De Gea’s position, and on the polished wooden floor, he moved his feet cautiously, as if he himself was Tang Long dribbling along the sideline.

After several rounds of simulation, Zidane suddenly froze, trembling uncontrollably.

Then, he suddenly lifted his hand and smacked his bald head with a loud "smack".

The slap was powerful, making his head buzz, but he didn’t feel any pain, instead, he was so excited that he raised his arms and shouted:

"Yes, that’s it! Tang planned it all carefully, he did it on purpose!"

"In that position, there was no time to adjust the ball to his left foot for a shot, in that split second, Tang Long could only choose to kick with his right foot."

Zidane muttered to himself as he paced back and forth in the living room, immersed in his analysis.

"Using the right foot to shoot, with the outside of the foot, could work, but he was too close to the goal after dribbling into the penalty area. In such a short distance, hitting with the outside of the foot isn’t realistic in terms of technique and distance."

"So, he decisively went for a flat shot straight at the goalpost, then cleverly used the rebound off the post to precisely hit De Gea, allowing it to rebound into the net!"

Zidane became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes reddening, as if he was right there, being Tang Long, completing the brilliant shot.

"Everything was seamless, without a fraction of error, all in his meticulous plan. On the surface, it seemed like bad luck for De Gea leading to an own goal, but in reality, De Gea had fallen into Tang Long’s carefully set trap from the beginning, with no escape, haha, that’s brilliant!"

After deep analysis, Zidane felt as though a light had shone on his football mind, making everything crystal clear.

He couldn’t help but imagine, even at the peak of his career with Juventus and Real Madrid, facing such rapidly changing situations, he might not have been able to design something so exquisite in such a short time as Tang Long did.

Thinking of this, Zidane suddenly felt a chill all over, a cold sensation rising slowly from his spine.

At this time in Madrid, it was late April, and the sun was bright, with outdoor temperatures already climbing above 25 degrees, yet Zidane shivered involuntarily!

A deep sense of fear, like an invisible net, started to slowly envelop his heart.

"Even C Luo might find it hard to think of such a clever design in that situation. If Real Madrid really faced Manchester City in the Champions League final, what are our odds of winning?" he wondered to himself.

This was the first time since he began coaching Real Madrid that he felt so uncertain about defeating an opponent...

The scene shifts back to the match.

As the saying goes, "A punch to break the ice prevents a hundred more," and Manchester City, having broken the deadlock first, seemed blessed by fortune in the subsequent match, playing flawlessly, pressing on with an unstoppable momentum.

In the 25th minute of the first half.

Gundogan, Ranocchia, and Diego expertly formed a triangle, with the football joyfully darting back and forth among them like a playful child.

This triangular formation wasn’t static, as the three were like well-trained dancers, taking turns pushing forward, cooperating with each other, and within a series of short passes, the football had been fluidly passed nearly a dozen times—unbeknownst to them, they reached the edge of Manchester United’s penalty area once more!

In an instant, the three, who had been moving like a rapidly spinning top, suddenly stood still.

Diego swiftly passed the ball back to Gundogan, and without a blink, Gundogan lightly tapped the ball with his toe for a precise pass!

At that moment, Manchester City’s striking star Agüero moved like an unsheathed blade, showcasing his exceptional prowess as one of Manchester City’s star players.

He moved gracefully, weaving a zigzagging serpentine pattern between Blind and Bailey.

His swift movements left the two Manchester United defenders dizzy;

just as Gundogan made the lofted pass, Agüero seemed to receive a mysterious signal, suddenly switching direction, darting forward from Blind’s side like a flash, nearly brushing the offside line, charging into the penalty area at lightning speed!

And the ball, as if telepathically connected, fell from above, perfectly landing at his feet.