Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions
Chapter 136 - 120: Tang Long’s Divine Calculation! AI Predicts Physical Limitations, Sassuolo’s Dream Shattered at Home!_3

Chapter 136: Chapter 120: Tang Long’s Divine Calculation! AI Predicts Physical Limitations, Sassuolo’s Dream Shattered at Home!_3

"Iron Tree" Obi has blossomed!

"From the pass to the shot, it was seamless!"

"Inter Milan finally equalized in the 84th minute, both sides are back on the same starting line!"

"Coach Zhang, how do you see this goal?" He Wei asked Zhang Lu.

"How do I see it? I think it’s absolutely thrilling!"

"Though Tang Long’s pass was a bit forceful, Obi used his speed to break past Cannavaro!"

"Then in front of the goal, Obi remained very composed; he didn’t rush to shoot but used a feint to fool the opponent’s goalkeeper, scoring on the other side of the net!"

"I’m a goalkeeper myself, I know how convincing Obi’s feint was!"

"Under Mancini’s guidance, it seems that this Nigerian youngster with rough skills is continuously improving!"

Tang Long did not celebrate with them.

Instead, he quickly ran to the goal, snatched the ball from the opponent’s keeper, Consigli, and rushed back to place it at the center circle.

"Stop celebrating, hurry back, we still have time!"

Tang Long waved his hand, signaling everyone to retreat.

Off the field, Inter Milan’s assistant coach Herrera watched in astonishment!

Just moments ago, he had doubted the wisdom of positioning Obi as a center forward, but the turnaround was so swift, it felt like a slap in the face!

He recalled Mancini telling him that it was all part of his pre-game strategy.

In Herrera’s mind, Mancini’s image became even grander and more imposing!

"Boss, it’s really just as you said! Deploying Obi as a forward was truly a genius move, how did you come up with that?"

Mancini rubbed his brow with his forefinger.

It was his habitual gesture to conceal his nervousness.

"Don’t worry, Herrera, everything is under my control."

Scoring this goal made Sassuolo’s coach Di Francesco furious.

The score being tied meant that if they wanted to beat Inter Milan at home, they had to score again.

Is scoring against Inter Milan that easy?

Seeing as there were only seven or eight minutes left until the match ended, tens of thousands of Euros in winnings seemed to slip away.

Di Francesco was suddenly anxious!

"Send out the striker! Send out the striker! Quickly, send out a striker!"

He grabbed his assistant coach’s elbow.

"Coach sir, we’ve already substituted our best scorer Bellardini, and now you want to put in another striker?"

"Don’t waste my time, hurry and make the substitution! If we don’t take down Inter, watch out for Rossi blowing your head off!"

Di Francesco made a gun gesture with his right hand, pressing it against his assistant’s temple.

Frightened, the assistant immediately sent in Flocari, the only striker left on the bench.

However, with the score even, Sassuolo players experienced a complete shift in morale.

Their emotions mirrored their coach Di Francesco’s!

It seemed like victory was within reach with only seven or eight minutes left, the bundle of Euro notes ready to be pocketed, and now Inter Milan snatched it away!

Trying to reclaim it wouldn’t be easy!

Especially since the team’s best scorer and the one who initially opened the scoring, young forward Bellardini, was already off the field.

What could an aging Flocari possibly accomplish?

The defeat felt like a landslide!

The collapse in morale made the defensive wall in players’ minds suddenly crumble.

They had played a high-intensity match, already extremely fatigued, relying solely on adrenaline to maintain their running capability.

And now, faced with the current situation, their focus dwindled.

Consequently, the fatigue spread quickly among Sassuolo players like a contagion.

In the 90th minute, the fourth official held up a board indicating 4 minutes of stoppage time.

Inter gained a chance for a corner kick throughout the match.

Hernanes delivered the corner toward the near post!

As soon as he touched the ball, Tang Long lunged forward from the penalty spot position toward the near post predicting three seconds ahead.

When the ball descended toward the near post, Tang Long, almost unguarded, arched his head back, the back of his head grazing the ball’s outer side, the fierce friction numbing his scalp as if a shock ran through!

"Mine!"

At the peak of elevation on the field, Inter’s local captain Ranocchia, towering at 1.95 meters, stood like an unmovable rock!

He barely needed to jump, simply using his iron-strong elbows to effortlessly push away the obstructing Sassuolo defenders around him, clearing the fog to reveal the sunny day.

Then he launched a commanding header like a cannonball firing from a bunker, with a whistling sound, precisely aimed at the Sassuolo goal’s blind spot!

The ball settled firmly into the net, that moment seemed frozen in time!

Ranocchia dropped to his knees, clenched his fists, and slammed the ground with all his might!

Bang!

That impactful strike seemed to declare to the earth: Inter Milan’s victory has arrived!

He stood up, untied his headband, shook his head, letting his flaxen long hair cascade down like a waterfall.

Like that, he spread his arms wide, welcoming Tang Long who roared as he raced towards him!