Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions
Chapter 180 - 151: A God Amongst Them! This Moment Takes Everyone’s Breath Away!

Chapter 180: Chapter 151: A God Amongst Them! This Moment Takes Everyone’s Breath Away!

Spain, Madrid.

Real Madrid assistant coach Zidane held a cup of coffee, standing intently in front of the living room TV.

On the TV, the time of the national derby had already reached the 94th minute.

One more minute, and the match will end!

Icardi finally got a rare chance to shoot, a precise through ball from Tang Long.

Unfortunately, exhausted as he was, his shot lacked power, and coupled with a distorted technique, it had an average angle and was blocked by Buffon’s foot!

Immediately after, Tang Long’s follow-up shot was again blocked by Buffon, sent out for a corner.

Watching Tang Long and Icardi both collapse on the ground, utterly exhausted.

Zidane took a sip of coffee, "The last corner, Inter must give it their all!"

Italy, Milan City.

A high-end restaurant on Saint George Street.

The big boss Ronaldo finally concluded business with an important figure from the Italian Football Federation, the two shaking hands goodbye at the door.

"Goodbye, a pleasure working with you!" Ronaldo smiled and waved at the other man’s back.

Just as the man disappeared around the corner, Ronaldo dropped his smile, suddenly accelerated, and rushed to his Maybach in the parking lot.

"Boss, where to?" the driver asked, chewing on a hot dog, and turning his head.

"Anywhere! Drive blindly, it’s the last corner kick, I don’t have time to bother with you!"

Ronaldo sat in the back, eyes fixed on the live-streamed national derby on his phone, his heart pounding.

He had been preoccupied during dinner already!

If it weren’t for important business negotiations with the agency, he would have flown to Turin to watch the game live!

Argentina, Buenos Aires.

Inter’s treble legends Cambiasso and Milito stood shoulder to shoulder under the TV in a bar.

Behind them were hundreds of local Argentine fans clad in Inter jerseys.

"Handa has rushed up too, haha, since we left the team, when has Inter played such an exciting and intense national derby, this game is really something!"

"You can still laugh, I’m dying of nerves, ah... can we get a last-minute equalizer, God bless us, Amen." Milito continuously crossed his chest.

After shouting for almost 90 minutes, his voice was hoarse.

Italy, Genoa City.

Sampdoria forward Eto’o sat in the corner of the locker room.

Samp’s game was over, Eto’o scoring a crucial goal as Samp won the Genoa derby at home.

However, at this moment, Eto’o was not in the mood to celebrate with his teammates in the locker room.

He took out his phone, wanting to check the ongoing match between Inter and Juventus.

Eto’o played only two years at Inter, scoring 53 goals for them.

But in those two years, despite facing Juventus four times in the league, he didn’t score a single goal!

This was a small regret in Eto’o’s Inter career.

Seeing that the match wasn’t over yet, with Inter trailing Juventus 2-3, he quickly clicked to tune in.

As soon as he entered the picture, the camera focused on Inter’s goalkeeper Handanovic!

"Friends, the match has entered the last minute of injury time!"

"Inter secured a rare corner kick opportunity, set pieces are crucial in a match one man down!"

"We see Inter’s goalkeeper, Handa, has entered the Juventus penalty area!"

"After the 195cm Ranocchia was subbed off, the 192cm Handa became Inter’s tallest player on the field!"

"With the goalkeeper abandoning the goal, it seems they are going for a last-ditch effort!"

"This match for Inter has indeed been extremely fierce!"

"The referee is watching the clock, it seems after this corner kick, the match will end!"

"2-3! Inter is still trailing by one goal!"

"The fans are hoping, someone can step up at this moment!"

"Who will that person be!"

Liu Teng’s growling commentary stirred up Huang Jianxiang’s emotions.

He passionately said:

"What a pity, I believe many Inter fans feel the same as I do now, if only Ranocchia were still on the field, just aiming the corner at his head would be enough!"

"However, in the matches I’ve commentated on, there have been instances of goalkeepers scoring headers in dramatic fashion!"

"If you’ve watched the South Africa World Cup, you might remember Mexico’s veteran goalkeeper Oscar Perez in the opening match, scoring a last-minute header in the 92nd minute, also from a corner!"

"The 192cm Handanovic is undoubtedly Inter’s most threatening aerial point remaining on the field!"

At this moment, Handa was firmly positioned at the penalty spot.

Bonucci, Chiellini, Barzagli, three defenders around 190cm, tightly marked him.

Inter’s only tall threat over 190cm must be marked!

Currently, Juventus’s penalty area was crowded.

With even the goalkeeper abandoning the goal to join the attack, the remaining Inter players had no reason to defend.

players, apart from Hernanes taking the corner, crowded into Juventus’s penalty area.

On Juventus’s side, they had communicated with the referee in advance, knowing after this corner kick, the match would end.

All 11 players were pulled back into the penalty area!

In the small penalty area, it was packed with 20 people, 40 legs!

The 192 cm tall Inter goalkeeper Handa was naturally heavily marked, sandwiched by Juventus defenders, unable to move.

The 187 cm Andreolli, 190 cm Santon, and 185 cm little Juan were also tightly marked like never before.

For a moment, the Juventus penalty area was like the crowded subway during rush hour in the Imperial capital, with passengers’ feet floating in the air, without even space to take out a phone to look at.

The one marking Tang Long was Juventus’s full-back Lichtsteiner.

He is 182 cm tall, the same as Tang Long.

However, Tang Long was not heavily marked.

In such a crowded penalty area, competing for headers and positioning were secondary, because there were too many people, back-to-back, with no room to move.

Height and jumping ability were key!

Tang Long stood among the giants, not conspicuous.

The broadcast cameras didn’t focus on him, but frequently showed Handa, Santon, and Andreolli, the taller players.

"We see Hernanes seems very nervous, he’s hesitating to take this kick, the referee is warning him!"

"Hernanes grimaced, took a deep breath, ran up, and crossed!"

"It’s to the near post!"

Just as Hernanes’s powerful ball streaked across the sky like a meteor, soaring to the near post in an instant.

Goalkeeper Handa, as if driven by an invisible force, turned into a bolt of lightning, rushing rapidly toward the destiny-determining drop point!

It was a correct decision!

This was a correct choice based on intuition and courage!

Despite his height, Handa knew well that facing Juventus players, averaging heights that towered over others, especially the three center-backs known for their heading abilities—Bonucci, Barzagli, and Chiellini, each standing as imposing 190 cm giants, resembling insurmountable mountains on the field.

If Handa stayed in the middle, seizing a slim chance in this airspace guarded by giants was no easy feat.

Even though there was no verbal exchange with Hernanes, there was a battlefield-like mutual understanding.

You aim for the near post, I rush to the near post!

His head drew a perfect arc in the air, accompanied by a low roar, he exerted his utmost strength!

Whizz!

His forehead, like a magnet, delicately brushed against the incoming soccer ball, altering its path, steering it from its original trajectory towards the center!

"Mine!"

31-year-old Chiellini roared, leaping high!

In this crucial position, he stood firm as a rock, as if the entire sky belonged to him, the ball was inevitably his!

Just as Chiellini kicked off the ground to leap, beside him, little Juan and Andreolli also leaped with all their might, vying for that one critical point!

Everyone longed to use their heads to compete for that game-deciding point!

However, other Inter players suddenly felt a chill.

Chiellini was taller and also jumped earlier, holding a positional advantage.

He was almost certain to head the ball out securely.

Just as this happened, parallel on the other side of the penalty area—

Tang Long was swiftly rushing to the far post!

In front of him, he clearly saw a line, a point.

This line was the cross from Hernanes, redirected after being glided by Handa at the near post, extending toward him.

This point was where the jumping Chiellini, about to compete for the header, was standing, the highlighted square on a chessboard.

A flashing number on the cursor: [About to Overshoot]

Whizz—

Chiellini’s jumping height was slightly off!

His stamina had reached its limit!

Just a few centimeters short, his forehead didn’t connect with the ball, his scalp merely brushed it!

A textbook header clearance due to technical deformation became a bizarre flick!

"Ah, this!"

The unexpected error caught everyone off guard, not even the Inter players anticipated it!

Everyone’s eyes followed the ball’s trajectory to the far post!

A blue-black figure shot across like a bullet!

It was Tang Long!

He flashed like a phantom at the far post!

After the second deflection, the ball speed was incredibly fast, even though Tang Long predicted it in advance, his head was almost out of reach!

His eyes burned with unyielding determination, his muscles tensed, as if he gathered all the power in the universe—he leaped towards the back post, whether he could reach it or not depended on this moment!

"Bang!!!!"

Tang Long’s forehead first struck the soccer ball, then, driven by body inertia, crashed hard into the goalpost!

He had his eyes wide open, heading this ball in.

When he saw the soccer ball crash into the net.

A hot surge flowed down his forehead.

A body already in energy deficit instantly collapsed to the ground.

Tang Long and the ball rushed into the net together!