Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 832 - 584: Clinching the Premier League Three Rounds Early! Tang Long Overtakes C Luo to Top the European Golden Boot Rankings! (Part 2)

Tang Long, without saying a word, snatched the champagne from Bonazzoli's hand and slammed it heavily on the table.

Then, mimicking Pellegrini's action of hitting Damian's head, he slapped Bonazzoli's scalp with a loud smack.

"Everyone, listen up!"

Tang Long suddenly raised his voice, and the sound was loud and powerful, echoing through the locker room like a resounding bell.

In an instant, everyone seemed to respond to a command and stood up in unison, eyes focusing on Tang Long.

Captain Kompany stood quietly on the side with a solemn expression; Vice-captain Agüero, arms crossed, also fixed his gaze on Tang Long.

Everyone held their breath, ears perked, listening to what Tang Long had to say next.

"A 2-0 score isn't secure. Do you recall the first leg, where we beat Manchester United 5-1 at Old Trafford? Tonight, the score must be no less than that match!"

His words hit like a bombshell, stirring waves in everyone's hearts.

Everyone was visibly shocked.

5-1, and another landslide score of 5-1? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Indeed, last season they had crushed Manchester United with a massive 7-1, but that was all in the past.

Currently, they need only maintain this 2-0 score to secure the Premier League trophy three rounds in advance.

Besides, the team still faces tough FA Cup and Champions League finals matches coming up. If they went all out against United now, it might provoke a fierce conflict between both sides.

Tang Long seemed to have read everyone's thoughts and continued without waiting for anyone to speak:

"Don't give them any chance, and never let them harbor any illusions. It's like making a dog stop barking at you; just hitting it once and walking away won't work. You have to beat it thoroughly, beat it senseless, so it can't move or shout, merely lying submissively on the ground looking up at you."

Tang Long's remarks, sharp and filled with chilling aggression, seemed to saturate the air with a bloody scent.

Everyone, hearing this, unconsciously stepped back a bit, their hearts both shocked and awed.

Before they could regain composure, Guardiola entered the locker room, applauding and with a hearty smile, having apparently overheard Tang Long's spirited speech.

"Tang spoke well! Never give Manchester United any illusions. Do you know they're still fantasizing about taking points from us to qualify for the next season's Champions League. I want to ask, do you agree?"

Captain Kompany took the hint and responded first, shouting, "I don't agree!"

Agüero, not to be outdone, waved his hands forcefully, shouting, "I don't agree either!"

Everyone chimed in, emotions thoroughly ignited.

Finally, they reached a consensus — the city rival Manchester United only deserved to battle in the UEFA Europa League; they must not smoothly advance to next season's Champions League.

Seeing everyone respond, even the head coach Guardiola siding with him, Tang Long's lips curled into a faint smile.

He couldn't help but recall the pre-match phone call from his friend Gualin at Inter.

"Tang, if you can beat Manchester United, I'll pack the girls from all the Manchester nightclubs, fill five big trucks, and shove them all into your place!"

Gualin's words were jokingly half-serious with Tang Long.

He knew well that Tang Long isn't the kind to frequent nightclubs.

But from Gualin's perspective, this match meant a great deal.

If Manchester City defeated Manchester United, and Tottenham also triumphed over their opponent, Tottenham could overtake Manchester United and break into the league's top four.

For Gualin, and the entire Tottenham team, it was undoubtedly a huge temptation…

The second half began, and Pellegrini took a risky move, forcing the not fully recovered De Bruyne to play.

Two weeks ago, De Bruyne had to pause due to a thigh injury, leaving Pellegrini to put him on the bench.

Yet in the current situation, Pellegrini had no retreat; even if De Bruyne hadn't recovered, he had to take the field.

After all, when it came to through-ball ability down the middle, even at half form, De Bruyne surpassed anyone in the entire Manchester United squad.

In the first 10 minutes of the second half, De Bruyne, enduring his thigh's pain, held on with gritted teeth.

He passed a few balls, ran a few paces, yet as he glanced around, a surge of unspeakable desolation overwhelmed him.

That feeling was akin to a peerless master, having the skills yet finding nowhere to use them, filled with the frustration of unused heroic talents.

"Move, run the overlaps, what are you doing!" De Bruyne's heart burned with urgency, shouting at the top of his voice.

However, whether Rooney, Ibumovick, or other teammates, it was as if they were on a different wavelength from De Bruyne, unable to form any effective connection.

Certainly, Manchester City's tough defense and tight blocking of pass lanes contributed, but more importantly, the Red Devils players' morale had been shattered under the enormous pressure of trailing by two goals.

Reviewing this season, in every match where Manchester City scored first, they invariably laughed until the end.

This time, Manchester United bore the mountainous pressure heading to Etihad Stadium, trailing by two goals from the start, turning the game around was easier said than done?