Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 58 Standing there motionless, he is a majestic statue!
Chapter 58: Chapter 58 Standing there motionless, he is a majestic statue!
Chiwo quietly listened to the conversation between the two men.
He just felt amused.
Herrera, oh Herrera, it’s a pity you’ve been Mancini’s assistant for so many years.
This matter is handled so poorly.
Either satisfy Icardi’s demand and let him play in a few minutes.
Or strictly follow Mancini’s pre-match plan, only give him 10 minutes, warm up for the weekend league.
Changing from 10 minutes to 15 minutes, what kind of thing is this?
It pleases no one!
Do you think Icardi will be grateful for your generosity? Definitely not, in the end, it’s like Pigsy looking in the mirror, looking neither human inside nor out.
Sure enough!
When Icardi heard he was given an extra 5 minutes, not only did he not appreciate Herrera, but he also kicked the bottle of mineral water on the ground hard, cursing all the way as he continued warming up.
Back to the game.
After the AI system’s brainwave upgrade, Tang Long was practically reborn in the second half with all sorts of god-like performances.
In the past, Tang Long’s main highlight was delivering the final pass, breaking through the opponent’s defense with a deadly through ball.
Otherwise, he seemed a bit quieter.
But now, Tang Long is playing midfield effortlessly, excelling in positioning, pulling the opponent’s defense, and controlling the tempo.
This made Chiwo’s eyes glued to him!
His gaze consistently followed Tang Long.
Tang Long’s movement always maintained a high level, almost appearing precisely at the spot Chiwo had pre-judged based on the game situation.
"What exactly happened to this kid? I feel like I don’t even recognize him anymore..." Chiwo thought deeply.
After the 60th minute of the game, Napoli’s players were visibly anxious!
With only half an hour left, the team was still trailing 1-2 to the opponent.
Not to mention, before the match, they were united to win against Inter, aiming to defend this season’s Coppa Italia title.
But even the fortress-like São Paulo home stadium cannot be easily invaded by the opponent!
"Pass the ball faster, even faster! Don’t dawdle!"
Star player Higuain, after spending some time without receiving the ball in Inter’s penalty area, began to get frustrated.
He kept shouting at his midfield teammates, gesturing for the ball.
"Press up a little, press up a little more, can we not even beat their substitutes, is everyone still asleep!"
Midfield core and Slovak star Hamsik increased his running range, attempting to use his stamina advantage to disrupt Inter’s midfield.
But there’s a saying in football, haste makes waste.
The more passive the situation, the more one must remain calm.
Both Higuain and Hamsik, the big shots of Napoli, were anxious, and their impatience quickly spread like a flu virus to their other teammates.
In the 66th minute of the match, Hamsik beautifully shielded the ball and passed Kuzmanovic, who was clumsy.
In the direction of the ball’s rolling, Hamsik tapped it forward and charged!
Callejon’s position was very good, he was already lurking beside Santon, leaning over and watching the offside line with his peripheral vision.
As long as Hamsik delivers a high ball, the Spanish little motorbike will have enough confidence to impact the flank.
But in a tense mindset, Hamsik made a reckless decision!
He didn’t pass but decided to go solo, dragging two Inter players chasing back down the middle, trying to charge directly into Inter’s penalty area to shoot.
The home fans at São Paulo stadium erupted in cheers!
"Hamsik, break through!"
They hoped the team’s leader would complete a solo run!
Amid the roaring noise resembling airport runways, Inter’s captain Ranocchia maintained a calm mind.
This game, Mancini still chose Ranocchia to start, precisely because of his composure in crisis.
Ranocchia suddenly detached himself from sticking with Higuain, charging at Hamsik!
The 195cm tall legs quickly stepped in front of Hamsik!
Bam!
The frantically advancing Hamsik never expected the opponent’s central defender to suddenly leave his position to tackle him!
The ball he touched too far ahead was directly tackled away by Ranocchia!
Possession changes!
Napoli’s attack was abruptly halted!
Without allowing the opponent to press quickly at the front, Ranocchia immediately passed the ball to Tang Long.
Tang Long’s positioning was excellent!
At the exact moment Ranocchia went to tackle, Tang Long judged that the ball would definitely be intercepted.
So he ran ahead of time to the open space diagonally in front of Ranocchia, comfortably taking possession.
"Forward, everyone, press forward!"
On the goal line, Uncle Berni waved his hands in a quick motion, like herding sheep, urging Inter teammates within the penalty area to move up!
Callejon and Higuain were still cursing Hamsik’s loss of the ball;
Their respective defenders, Santon and Ranocchia, had already charged forward.
The situation changed just like that, in an instant!
In Napoli’s frontcourt, Santon, Ranocchia, Tang Long, Bonazzoli, and Shaqiri, five players, powered toward the opponent’s penalty area!
Especially Santon who just scored!
Having lost meniscus in both legs, he sprinted as swiftly as ever, even faster than the quick horse Shaqiri, and in a blink, he reached the open flank!
"It’s a five-on-five in the frontcourt!"
"Santon’s speed on the flank is incredibly fast!"
"On the other side, Bonazzoli is also diagonally inserting himself and calling for the ball!"
"Tang Long holds the ball, he can pass to either side!"
"He passed it!"
"Wow!!"
"Beautiful! Extremely penetrating through pass!"
"This ball just slid past the foot of defender Koulibaly!"
"Can Santon catch up? He’s chasing hard!"
"Santon falls, sliding in to pass!"
The football was hooked high, tracing a rainbow arc, falling towards the penalty spot!
Albiol and Bristol, two central defenders, both nearly 190cm tall, rushed towards the landing spot and jumped!
But a taller, more graceful leaping player, like a mountain overwhelming them, grabbed the first spot, and executed a howitzer header shot!
Clang—
The howitzer hit the underside of the crossbar, thundering with a crisp crack, rebounding into the goal line!
Ranocchia landed from the air, raising his arms high!
Beneath him were the two central defenders, Albiol and Bristol, dazed from the collision.
The opponents were down, only Ranocchia, the 195cm first towering presence on the field, stood firmly in Napoli’s penalty area.
The headband originally tied around his forehead was nowhere to be seen due to the violent impact.
The loose brown curls fell like a waterfall.
The dazzling lights of São Paulo stadium illuminated his distinct profile.
His towering nose was elusive under the cover of long hair.
At this moment, Ranocchia seemed like a piece of ancient Greek artwork.
Standing there motionless, he was a majestic statue!
