Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions
Chapter 137 - 121: The Battle to Snatch People is About to Erupt! Inter’s New Star Tang Long Becomes the Hot Cake of the Transfer Market!

Chapter 137: Chapter 121: The Battle to Snatch People is About to Erupt! Inter’s New Star Tang Long Becomes the Hot Cake of the Transfer Market!

Spain, City of Madrid.

Zidane, the assistant coach of Real Madrid, sat in his office browsing on his computer screen, watching Tang Long’s long-distance lob shot.

Zidane was shocked: Is this a ball that an 18-year-old player can kick?

He continued reviewing the scout report, touching his chin in surprise.

"With such performance, is this kid really only 18? It’s unbelievable!"

"Hala Madrid~" The ringtone on his phone rang, it was Florentino, the president of Real Madrid, calling.

"Hello, Mr. President!"

"...That’s right, our scouts have found out. Tang’s release clause is only 40 million euros, which is a bargain for us!"

"And Tang’s salary is only a mere net 2 million euros a year; given Inter’s current financial strain, we might be able to lure Tang with a high salary."

"...His agent? As far as I know, this kid’s agent is Ronaldo, and both of us are familiar with him, easy to talk to!"

"...Competitors? Tang is currently a hot commodity in all of Europe. My friends in the UK football circle tell me that Paris, Manchester United, Liverpool, and Bayern all want to get involved."

"You’re right, Manchester United is just here to drive up the price; it’s called ’Manchester Uplift,’ not doing business for themselves but also not letting others do comfortably, that’s just the nature of business in the football world."

France, Paris.

Under the Eiffel Tower, tourists were everywhere.

In a panoramic restaurant on the upper level of the tower, Eevee stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the scenery of the entire city of Paris unfolded before him.

"Paris, the beautiful capital, this is my city!"

Eevee took off his sunglasses, behind him, his agent Raiola was constantly sending texts and making phone calls.

The season hadn’t even ended, but he was already preparing for the summer window at season’s end.

"Raiola, you know, the only reason I left AC Milan was to lead a team to the Champions League and then win the Golden Ball Award," Eevee said to his agent.

Eevee’s fortunes have been unkind, his fate tumultuous!

In 2009, he left Inter for Barça, aiming to win the Champions League.

As a result, in 2010 Inter won the treble!

The only one in a century of Serie A history.

In 2010, Eevee left Barça because he didn’t get along with Guardiola, returning to AC Milan.

As a result, in 2011, Barça won the Champions League again!

Eevee was very frustrated.

Why do I always miss the boat?

Is God targeting me?

Raiola, while texting, looked up at Eevee.

"Just be straightforward, who do you want Paris to buy?"

Eevee’s mouth revealed a faint smile.

"What are you kidding, I’m not the president of Paris, who I want to buy, can I buy?"

Raiola turned off his phone screen, grinning at his client.

"You’ve become the best scorer in Paris’s history in less than three years, can the boss not listen to you?"

"Who you want to buy, I’ll talk to the president of Paris, Nasser. Behind him is the Qatar National Sports Investment Group; the entire Qatar’s oil is theirs, they can definitely meet your demands!"

Eevee nodded in satisfaction, knowing he had the strength and status at the club.

He sat back at the table, took a sharp steak knife, and pierced it into the thick slice of steak on the plate, then mentioned a name.

"Tang, Inter Milan’s 18-year-old Tang, I’ve watched his game highlights; he’s a rare talent with a gift even stronger than mine at the same age!"

"Please tell Nasser, if he wants Paris to win the Champions League and expand Qatar’s influence worldwide, he must sign Tang! Please!"

United Kingdom, City of Liverpool.

Liverpool Club, meeting room.

Head coach Rodgers, assistant coach Sean, sports director Schmadtke, and market director Ward.

The four key club figures gathered together to summarize the team’s performance.

Rodgers specially made a PPT, projecting it onto the meeting room’s screen.

When talking about the team’s fight for Champions League qualification, Rodgers’s face didn’t look good; he directly projected Liverpool’s ranking onto the screen.

"This season, an inexplicable wave of injuries seriously affected our players’ attendance, further impacting results. After 24 league rounds, we’ve earned 39 points, ranking only 6th, far from last season’s second place!"

"To break into the top four, we need at least 70 points, meaning we need to get 31 points in the remaining 14 rounds, which I think is very challenging!"

Sports director Schmadtke shook his head in disappointment, clearly unhappy with the result.

"Rodgers, remember, for a club like Liverpool, ending the season only playing in the UEFA Europa League is a complete failure!"

"Last season, we earned 84 league points, just 2 points behind champions Manchester City. I thought this momentum was excellent, so at the beginning of the season, I ambitiously said that our only task this season was to win the title!"

"I don’t want the momentum of Liverpool’s revival to end during my tenure as sports director!"

Assistant coach Sean was a bit unconvinced, "Injuries are unpredictable; we once had only one healthy central defender and had to call up a youngster from the youth team, this situation..."

"Injury is no excuse," Schmadtke stood up, his hands on the table, leaning towards the assistant coach, "Sean, our team’s fitness coach and medical team were all brought over by your boss Rodgers from Swansea, this problem can only be asked of yourselves."

Seeing the sports director put it this way, head coach Rodgers chose to be straightforward instead of holding back.

"Win the title? Fine! I promise to win the championship next season by beating Manchester City! If I can’t deliver, you don’t need to fire me, I’ll leave on my own next year."

"However, I need to sign a potential midfielder in the July summer transfer window. Please, the club should meet my requirements."

Rodgers was prepared; his right index finger clicked on the mouse, projecting three names onto the meeting room screen.

Rodgers began to analyze each one.

"First choice, De Bruyne from Wolfsburg, possessing excellent passing and advancing abilities, can play both wide and central; his through balls are top-notch, a true player who can lead a team forward."

"Second choice, Tottenham’s Eriksson, no need to say, everyone knows he’s a born passer; we’ve had a tough time against this Dane in matches with Tottenham!"

"The first two, although young, are mature players, with over 200 professional matches tested, very low error rates."

"Third choice, Inter Milan’s 18-year-old player Tang. This player is a breakout star this season, since Mancini promoted him to the first team in winter, scoring 3 goals and assisting 10 in 13 matches, very efficient and still very young. However, precisely because he’s so young, having played less than half a season of professional matches, whether he’s just a fleeting player remains to be seen."

After Rodgers finished, the sports director and market director sitting opposite both fell silent.

Well played, Rodgers. You really know how to pick!

Are these three easily poachable?

"Too difficult, Rodgers. Hmph, why don’t you ask to buy Messi and C Luo!" Sports director Schmadtke chuckled.

Rodgers replied with a straight face, "Messi and C Luo run too little, not suitable for my tactics, they’re not as useful as the three I’ve listed!"

Schmadtke’s face darkened, you still have the audacity? He simply stopped talking and took out his phone to check information.

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat grim.

Fortunately, market director Ward broke the silence in time.

"Rodgers, I’ll analyze from the feasibility perspective of the transfer market for you; forget about the first two, these two have a price but no market."

"De Bruyne is this season’s assist king of the team, and the authoritative media [German Transfer Market] evaluates him at 60 million euros. But according to my inside information, Manchester City has already booked this Belgian for next season, and the transfer fee may reach 80 million euros."

"Eriksson is even harder to deal with than Salah, even though his value is 28 million euros. But Tottenham’s boss Levi is a penny-pincher; he could quote you eight times the price for something worth a dollar! The key is that after a lengthy negotiation, he might still act jaded, claiming he won’t sell! He personally told me that he wants to keep Harry Kane until he’s 30, and Eriksson is likely in the same situation."

Ward paused, staring at Rodgers.

"The only feasible possibility is Inter’s Tang, although he is a core player of Inter and just renewed his contract, Inter’s financial situation is not ideal, and we might be able to take advantage."

"As far as I know, Inter’s chairman Toshihiko is just a speculator; anyone could be sold if the price is right."

"If you’ve decided, I’ll act quickly to poach him to Liverpool before Tang’s contract with Inter changes!"