Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions
Chapter 188 - 159: Sliding Knee Celebration with Four Stripes! Pour All Your Passion Into This Field!

Chapter 188: Chapter 159: Sliding Knee Celebration with Four Stripes! Pour All Your Passion Into This Field!

In the second half, Inter’s performance was as Totti had anticipated.

Despite Rudy Garcia desperately shouting from the sidelines, "Move, move!" "Press, press!" "Push up, push up!"

The speed at which the players on the field were exhausting their stamina was beyond his control.

By the 65th minute of the match, at least half of Rome’s players could no longer run.

The reason was that no matter how much they ran, they couldn’t tear apart Inter’s resolutely retreating defense. But they didn’t have a ten-year-younger Totti to attract more than two Inter players to come and press, so they could only maintain their running intensity. The more they ran, the more exhausted they became, and the more exhausted they became, the less they could tear open Inter’s defense. The players’ technical actions were gradually deforming.

This led to a vicious cycle.

"Rome’s stamina has reached its limit!"

"Rome appears exceptionally fatigued today, and for some unknown reason, they really can’t run anymore!"

"Does Garcia have no intention of making substitutions?" Liu Teng said.

"The only solution is to bring on Totti. A starved camel is bigger than a horse. Although the 39-year-old Totti is elderly, his footwork and control rhythm are still top-notch for Rome, but unfortunately, Totti was sent off with a red card!" Huang Jianxiang smiled.

Tang Long, retreating in defense, moved with steady and cunning strides.

At only 18 years old, he was like an experienced ball control master, spinning lightly on the stage of Meazza Stadium, leaving Rome’s front-line pressing efforts repeatedly empty and helpless.

What he feared least was the opponent’s pressing, which to him was merely another rhythm on the stage!

At this moment, Tang Long’s touch was incredibly soft, and every touch felt like a feather gently brushing the lake’s surface, both gentle and precise.

When this technique combined with Pirlo’s pull-back tactics and Maradola’s 56% ball control prowess, Tang Long in his defensive midfield position seemed to transform into Busquets during the Dream Team era, every movement carrying wisdom and control.

Iturbe lunged fiercely!

He was like a hungry leopard, aiming to pin the prey down in one go.

Tang Long feigned a back pass under the opponent’s press, with his body slightly angled and a sly glint in his eyes.

Just as Iturbe extended his foot, Tang Long suddenly accelerated!

With a change in tempo, he tapped the ball at a 90-degree angle to his side with a swift flick!

The movement was so quick and precise that Iturbe’s mind went blank.

His eyes widened, yet he could only watch as the ball slipped away from his feet.

Gervinho, dragging legs as heavy as lead, ran over.

He wanted to team up with Iturbe to close in on Tang Long!

But Tang Long’s movement was too fast, he didn’t even catch a glimpse of the ball, diving into thin air!

"Beautiful! Truly beautiful, too beautiful!"

"Tang Long used a simple drag and push with his sole and stunningly bypassed Gervinho!"

"No one left, Tang Long is driving forward!"

"The decibels at Meazza Stadium are rising, Tang Long seems to be running on piano keys!"

"His stride frequency is very fast, watch his pace, wow! Just a blur, the high-definition camera can’t keep up!"

"De Rossi! De Rossi is retreating, squatting defensively, he’s too afraid to approach!"

"He can shift to the wing, Podolski is calling for the ball!"

"Shaqiri on the left is crossing positions with Icardi in the center!"

"As long as it’s passed out, it’s a good chance!"

"After passing two, the Rome backline is full of gaps, haha, opportunities everywhere, let’s see what he’ll choose..."

Just as Huang Jianxiang finished speaking, he was startled!

Tang Long nutmegged De Rossi without passing to anyone and kept advancing!

"Passed three players in a row!"

"My god!"

"No one can stop him now, Tang Long!"

"Tang Long has broken through!"

"He’s violently sprinting!"

"No logic applies; sprinting head-on against Rome’s defender Manolas for speed!"

"Both speeds are similar, but oh, Manolas seems faster and stronger, he’s blocked his position!"

Bang!

With a loud crash, at the critical moment of losing position, Tang Long lurched forward, making a breathtaking sliding shot!

The turf at Meazza Stadium was thick and soft, with water sprayed pre-game, making it even slicker.

Tang Long’s SG cleats dug deep into the turf, kicking up a spray of moist shredded grass, rising like a green mist~

Mixed with the fresh smell of grass, the dirt instantly splattered into Tang Long’s tightly shut eyes.

He instinctively closed his eyes, seeing nothing but darkness.

Swoosh!

Even with his eyes tightly shut, the football seemed to possess its own will, threading perfectly through Manolas’s long legs.

The wet field gave the ball a momentary acceleration upon bounce, like a stone skipping rapidly across a lake, emitting a "pop-pop-pop" sound. The ball skimming on the ground flew faster and faster, with an unstoppable momentum, darting towards the far corner of Rome’s goal!

Rome’s goalkeeper De Sanctis had his view completely obstructed, only feeling a flash of radiant white light, like lightning, burst across his pupils, blinding and swift.

He instinctively blinked—

Just as he was about to make a save, standing on the goal line, he suddenly heard the crisp sound of a football hitting the net behind him, so loud, so decisive!

De Sanctis’s ears twitched slightly, and he turned around abruptly, only to see the football slowly rebounding back after hitting the net, rolling to his feet, as if mockingly saying to him:

Buddy, it’s already the 87th minute, this is a decisive goal! You can’t stop me!

Rumble——

Rumble——

The Meazza Stadium erupted!

This century-old stadium, under the leaping of 80,000 fans, even the steel beams deep within the structure were trembling!

The cars in the parking lot were bouncing up and down!

The fans witnessed an incredibly great goal!

From Tang Long!

Tang Long felt a surge of heat in his head, as if hot blood was boiling, he could no longer contain his inner excitement.

He decisively tore off the mask on his face and threw it forcefully into the air!

The mask, like a bird freed from its cage, drew a beautiful arc before disappearing.

To hell with the philosophical mask!

Immediately, Tang Long looked intensely towards the diehard fans in the North Stand.

The cheers from the North Stand fans surged like a tidal wave, giving him endless strength.

He suddenly kicked off, his body shooting forward like an arrow, then with an elegant gesture, slid in celebration towards the North Stand!

"Whoosh——"

His knees made intimate contact with the dew-covered grass, producing a "screeching" sound.

This slide lasted a full fifteen meters!

Grass clippings splattered behind him, as if paving the way for him.

Four deep marks were engraved on the ground!

He’s a man who slid to make four stripes!

A set of movements like an Olympic athlete in free gymnastics, his limbs full of strength and passion, as if pouring all his hot blood onto this pitch!

"Wooooo!!!"

Tang Long’s teammates saw this and followed suit one after another.

They all made bizarre noises, laughed, roared, and then each slid in, surrounding Tang Long.

Their bodies, like gliders, landed steadily in this small area, pinning Tang Long underneath them.

In an instant, this small area in front of the North Stand became Inter Milan’s whole team’s glider landing zone!

Mancini’s eyes were teary, bending down, clenching his fists tightly.

"We won, we finally won!"

Huang Jianxiang leaped from his seat straight onto the desk!

Liu Teng stabbed the pen he was holding into the desk!

The two roared simultaneously!

The live broadcast room was also boiling over; this Serie A Round 32 match, with Inter hosting Rome, finally reached its climax in the 87th minute on site!

Barrage obscured the screen!

The online simultaneous viewers surged past 10 million!

This was at around four in the morning!

-[Decisive goal! Absolutely decisive goal!]

-[Incredible, bypassing three players, a sliding shot, and even nutmegged!]

-[Hahaha! De Sanctis was stunned, merely watching it go into the net!]

-[Tang Long truly is impressive, if there’s a chance, he can do it himself, no need to pass!]

-[Tang Long can do it all! Defensive midfielder, attacking midfielder, shadow forward; the next position to explore is center-back, haha!]

-[A slide with four stripes, a man even fiercer than Drogba!]

-[Shaqiri and Icardi’s pulling created a great chance for Tang Long, as if saying, just go for it!]

-[This season Inter beat Rome both home and away, Tang Long contributed in both, Rome must be furious with him!]

-[Totti got a double red card! So did Berni! This record is unprecedented, can you handle it?]

-[Rome just has to suck it up, Totti too!]

-[Form is surging! Inter’s playing is bursting with passion, if they don’t win a championship this season, it would be a disgrace to such momentum!]

(Fans stripped off their shirts, cheering wildly for Tang Long!)