Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 837 - 586: Kill Buffon, Step on the Dog’s Head! Tang Long in Armor, Like a Triumphant War God! (2)

However, just as he pushed his sunglasses up, the scene before him became exceptionally clear.

He saw the British fans on site suddenly perform a magic trick, pulling posters seemingly out of nowhere. Instantly, hundreds of posters were displayed in front of the Juventus players, creating a truly spectacular sight.

These were not just any posters, they featured three situations of Tang Long and Buffon's face-off at the penalty spot: two Panenka penalties, one where the supporting foot allegedly touched the ball (possibly "a slip of the supporting foot"), and one mysterious touch-kick shot with the supporting foot. The poster creators cleverly captured Buffon's clumsy save at the very instant.

"Welcome to Manchester, Italians!"

"On behalf of your old friend Tang, I greet you!"

"Want another Panenka penalty?"

"God Buffon, your nightmare is coming back ~"

Buffon slightly shuddered, his open arms stiff where they stood.

The scene of his own awkward save and hideous countenance on the posters hit his eye sockets like a storm. His eyes, already deep, contracted a centimeter back due to the shock.

The other Juventus players on site, like Dybala, Bonucci, Higuain, all stood stunned.

The smile on Dybala's face hadn't fully faded and was frozen due to the sudden incident, looking particularly comical;

Higuain's expression suddenly sank, with a bob in his throat intending to laugh but finding it inappropriate, ultimately could not help but quietly cover his mouth for a chuckle.

Though he felt the scene was somewhat unfair to Buffon, he was indeed amused by the dramatic moment.

"Buffon Buffon, loves Panenka Buffon!"

"Buffon Buffon, loves Panenka Buffon!"

"Buffon Buffon, always teased by Tang Buffon!"

The fans on site were clearly prepared, everyone with arms on each other's shoulders, jumping uniformly, shouting slogans.

The sound was deafening, roaring constantly, no less than the sound waves from the main stand of Etihad Stadium during peak game moments.

The massive sound waves hit every corner of the airport, even the high ceiling of the airport vibrated with a buzzing sound, dust rabbling down as if the whole airport shivered in those fervent shouts.

Buffon suffered silent disgrace in front of the team, feeling furious.

Just ready to reason with those fans, he saw these tough-necked British guys staring at him maliciously, their gaze seemingly ready to pounce on him to kill.

Buffon had long known the notorious British football hooligans, each a good fighter.

Despite being a professional player, tall and big, one-on-one may not necessarily win against these Brits, not to mention the opponent's large numbers?

Upon weighing the situation, Buffon immediately pulled back his hand, swiftly pulling his sunglasses downward, covering his angry yet embarrassed eyes, lowering his head and dragging his suitcase, walking quickly away.

Seeing this, other Juventus players also left like rats crossing the street, with their tails tucked between their legs, eager to escape this place that had cost them their dignity under the jeering cheers from the welcoming Manchester fans.

After seating on the bus, the entire Juventus team remained silent. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Many of these people were world-class stars, before joining Juventus, had accompanied their major clubs warring across Europe, kicking balls on multiple fields, and witnessed many grand scenes. Such a bizarre scene as today, was unheard of, never experienced.

Especially when hundreds of Manchester City fans suddenly performed the magic trick, uniformly raising diverse posters humiliating Buffon, the impact was no less mighty than a wilderness rainstorm.

After a long silent moment, Buffon could no longer suppress his internal rage, heavily patting the seat, fiercely standing up and shouting viciously: "Listen up, whomever gets a penalty against Manchester City tomorrow, no other shots allowed, all hit Panenkas! Let them see, we are not easily bullied!"

Upon hearing this, Juventus players on the bus exchanged glances, filled with surprise and confusion.

To hit Panenkas against Manchester City, in their view, was a decision truly unbelievable, had Buffon gone mad with anger?

Especially the team's primary penalty taker Higuain was most shocked, feeling Buffon's demand was extremely absurd.

Higuain looked at the frenzied Buffon, secretly pondering: "In training allowing me to hit Panenkas, I can cooperate, after all, it's just training. But this is the Champions League semi-final, the opponent is strong Manchester City, in such a crucial game hitting a Panenka penalty, if a miss occurs, the consequences are unimaginable. Moreover, the miss wouldn't be my responsibility, yet Buffon asks me to take such a big risk, really hard to comprehend."

Dybala, young and inexperienced, instinctively called out: "Panenka, what if it doesn't go in?"

In Dybala's view, he simply didn't have the courage to hit a Panenka penalty in the Champions League semi-final, he's not Tang Long, neither technically nor mentally able to bear such pressure.

Dybala sat right behind Buffon, hearing his words, Buffon suddenly turned, forcing his body forward, their noses almost touching.

Buffon's gaze full of pressure tightly locked on Dybala, Dybala felt an unprecedented enormous pressure, as if a huge mountain had put him under, nearly making him unable to breathe.

Frightened, Dybala involuntarily shifted left, instinctively hugged fellow countrymen Higuain's thigh.

"You hit even if it doesn't go in! Tang can use Panenka, why can't you? What he can do, you must do too!" Buffon gritted his teeth and said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

...

The next evening.

Etihad Stadium shines bright.

Fans from all directions gather here, waiting for the game to start.

This time, Juventus obviously gained experience.

Their bus did not enter from the usual main gate parking lot as before, but took a detour through the back door, cautiously driving into the parking lot from a small path.

Their intent was clear, to avoid the tidal wave of jeering from Manchester City fans, unwilling to relive the awkward scene from the airport yesterday.

This left those early Manchester City fans squatting along the usual visiting team bus route empty-handed, filled with doubt, exchanging whispers.

"What's going on? What's happening? Has Juventus forfeited? Why haven't we seen their bus?"

"Dunno, they should have arrived already, have they gotten scared?"

However, people's focus quickly shifted to the majestic light blue bus of the home team Manchester City.

Once that bus slowly came into view, everyone erupted, cheers and claps sounding like thunder, all applauding the arrival of Etihad heroes!

"City!"

"City!"

"Come on City!"

Tang Long sat on the bus, feeling the fans' fiery enthusiasm.

He rolled down the window, extended his hand, smilingly waving thanks to the fans.

The cordial smile instantly ignited the fans' enthusiasm, the cheers grew even louder.

These Manchester City fans originally waiting to greet Juventus' bus with mockery were now delighted, one after another they fetched well-prepared posters from their bosom.

On the posters, Tang Long wearing a glowing armor, holding a sharp sword high, looking majestic like a triumphant war god;

Beneath his feet, was a dog chained by iron, Tang Long's foot pressing heavily on this dog's neck, and the dog head, was Buffon's face!

This poster was extremely impactful, vividly contrasting Tang Long's strength with Buffon's disgrace.

Tang Long seeing these posters, laughed heartily, filled with delight, then gave the fans a thumbs-up!