Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 59: Icardi finally appeared, but he cried in frustration!

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Icardi finally appeared, but he cried in frustration!

Tang Long, Shaqiri, Santon and other teammates in the front rushed into his embrace.

The tall captain Ranocchia embraced them all like a group of children with his arms.

When his deep blue eyes appeared on the two huge screens of the São Paulo stadium.

The male fans in the audience were dead silent!

Scored again? Thud, thud, got another one, it’s over!

Only the few female fans on-site let out fangirl screams...

Icardi glanced sideways at Ranocchia’s handsome profile on the big screen.

Swallowed hard!

His heart felt sour.

It wasn’t that he was jealous of the captain for being more handsome than him.

It’s just...

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The center backs!

Ranocchia sprinted all the way from the backfield to the opponent’s penalty area, launching a violent header!

And him, the star forward, the top scorer!

Was left to sit idly on the bench.

At this moment, Icardi’s thirst for a goal was itching all over his body like an urge.

A thousand little ants crawling back and forth in his heart~

Driving him mad!

Don’t say the Coppa Italia is unimportant.

Even if it’s just a preseason friendly now.

I want to play!

The Argentine forward jumped up from the bench in a flash.

"Herrera, I want to play, I can’t wait any longer, now!"

Assistant coach Herrera was originally clapping when he saw Icardi suddenly appear in front of him. He was stunned and then pointed to the clock of the venue and said:

"Why are you in such a hurry, didn’t we agree you’d play at the 75th minute? Wait a little longer, it’s almost time!"

"Wait my ass!" Icardi exploded, "I’m in great shape, if you don’t let me on, I won’t play next game either!"

"What did you say!"

Herrera was instantly furious, wanting to reason with the 21-year-old young forward.

If it weren’t for Chiwo appearing in time and pulling them apart, signaling that the camera crew was focused on them, they might have started fighting on the sideline.

Icardi could only continue idling on the bench.

But his butt seemed to be on fire, unable to sit still, as if there were sharp nails on the bench that wouldn’t let him sit.

He sat for a while, then stood for a while.

A seductive and alluring beauty lay before him.

Icardi wanted nothing more than to pounce, to have a satisfying kill!

As a forward, Icardi could see very clearly.

These few attacks, although it wasn’t Tang Long who scored.

But every attack started with him!

For example, this last goal wouldn’t have happened if Tang Long didn’t quickly find space, receive the pass, and make the penultimate pass that pierced through the opponent’s defense. Santon wouldn’t have gotten the chance for a baseline cross.

His best friend’s current form was explosive, even iron trees like Santon and Ranocchia were blooming because of his support!

Let alone him, the legitimate center forward.

Icardi firmly believed — as long as he got on the field, scoring would be like finding money, just bend down and grab it!

Napoli, trailing 1-3, was preparing to go all out.

They sent in stars Mertens and Gabbiadini consecutively, trying to ramp up the pressure on Inter’s defense by switching out midfielders for forwards.

Counting Higuain and Callejon, with four strikers on the field, Napoli was like a car slammed to 7200 RPM, the engine revving wildly, shaking the entire vehicle dangerously.

Hamsik played as a lone defensive midfielder, solitary, and on the verge of collapse.

They were too anxious!

Many high ground opportunities turned into reckless high balls from the flanks and center, bombarding Inter’s goal area.

Would Inter fear your high balls?

Just when Ranocchia had scored a header cannonball in the opponent’s penalty area, he was now dutifully crouching in his own penalty area.

With his 195 absolute height, every high ball was thudded away, one after another.

Thud, thud, thud —

It became Ranocchia’s header training game.

Tang Long also played comfortably, ready to pounce on second balls outside the penalty box, and counterattacked whenever he intercepted the ball.

Napoli’s backfield was almost Tang Long’s playground, he formed a front trio with Bonazzoli and Shaqiri, frequently launching counterattacks threatening the opponent’s goal.

Were it not for the young Bonazzoli being too greedy, thinking with a two-goal lead it was no worry~

Numerous excellent chances for continued give-and-go plays with Tang Long were squandered because he chose to go solo, resulting in poor forced shots.

Bang!

This time Bonazzoli finally met Tang Long’s eye, but unfortunately, the final one-on-one shot flew into the stands.

On the sidelines, Icardi clasped his head with both hands, kneeling on the ground.

As if it wasn’t Bonazzoli, but him who missed the shot.

"How could you miss that!? Give me ten shots, and I’d score 11!"

Icardi was utterly heartbroken.

He kept glancing at the São Paulo stadium’s clock.

It’s now 71:24.

Less than four minutes until he can play.

He anxiously watched the seconds tick by, each digit changing slowly.

Finally.

minutes passed!

He looked at Herrera and found Herrera was submitting the substitution form to the fourth official, gesturing to him with a smile.

A thrill of finally coming onto the field to score spread like electricity through his body, leaving him tingling and utterly satisfied~

São Paulo stadium, Napoli! Get ready for my fierce shot!

Icardi stood delighted at the sideline.

But when he saw Tang Long running towards him.

He instantly turned to stone!

Icardi immediately looked at the substitution board beside the fourth official.

[Number 99 off]

[Number 9 on]

The substitution wasn’t anyone else but for Tang Long!

"Why take off Tang, huh? Herrera, why are you substituting him!"

Icardi was anxious again.

Herrera looked puzzled, "Tang has played 75 minutes, he needs rest! Mancini specifically instructed me not to let Tang play the entire match, do you have a problem with that?"

These words threw Icardi’s once fervent heart into the ice house.

After Tang Long was substituted.

Inter lost their midfield commander.

The sharp counterattacks halted.

Moreover, in the 82nd minute, Herrera also substituted Shaqiri for Gualin, intending to strengthen midfield and defensive solidity.

Inter started defending, pulling all three lines back.

Poor Icardi!

From coming on in the 75th minute.

To the end of stoppage time at the 94th minute.

In those 20 minutes, he touched the ball only 4 times.

One of which was when Napoli managed to claw back a goal through Higuain’s sliding shot in the 92nd minute, and Icardi, as a forward, took the kickoff in the center circle.

As soon as the full-time whistle blew.

Icardi, having been imprisoned for 20 minutes, pulled up his jersey to cover his head, depressed to the point of tears.

This damned Herrera, if you had to substitute someone, why substitute Tang Long!