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Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 646 - 447 (2-in-1) The only hat-trick in the five major leagues! Henry: He has the instincts of a striker!

Chapter 646

Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 646 - 447 (2-in-1) The only hat-trick in the five major leagues! Henry: He has the instincts of a striker!

Chapter 646: Chapter 447 (2-in-1) The only hat-trick in the five major leagues! Henry: He has the instincts of a striker!
Under the night sky set ablaze by flames, the fans seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, all simultaneously looking up—
In an instant, exclamations arose one after another!
"Look quickly!"
A plane flew by, and under the illumination of the fireworks, the banner trailing behind the plane was clearly visible!
[Tang! Congratulations on scoring the first goal of the new Premier League season!]
It was a bright blue banner, strikingly radiant, and for a moment, it seemed as if all the stars in the sky were merely its backdrop, fading into insignificance.
The Etihad Stadium erupted once again with thunderous cheers!
Applause poured down like torrential rain.
"This is the true fans using their hard-earned money to cheer for Tang Long, for the entire team!"
"In the past, these planes carrying banners were mostly used to urge team managers to resign, full of a tense atmosphere."
"But tonight, it’s to celebrate Tang Long’s brilliant performance!"
"I thought the fireworks were the climax, but they turned out to be the spotlight for this banner. Who’s the wealthy fan behind this? Just this one flight must have cost a fortune in British Pounds?"
Hearing Zhan Jun rattle off this long commentary like a machine gun;
Zhang Lu brushed his half-grey hair, feeling puzzled.
"Zhan Jun, you say, this banner must have been prepared in advance, but how did the organizer know Tang Long would score the first goal of the new Premier League season? What if it was Agüero, or a player from Manchester United in the other concurrent opening match? Wouldn’t it have been all for nothing?"
Zhan Jun was taken aback, lost for words, not knowing how to answer.
But he quickly snapped out of it, slapped the desk, and said excitedly:
"Doesn’t this show the absolute faith Manchester City fans have in Tang Long’s abilities? They took a gamble, and they bet correctly! The one who scored the first goal of the 2016-2017 Premier League was indeed Tang Long!"
Zhang Lu widened his eyes, instantly speechless.
The fireworks flashed by, the night returned to tranquility, and the plane disappeared into the deep night sky.
The match resumed.
But inside one person, the storm of emotions couldn’t settle, instead, grew more turbulent.
That person was Agüero.
Agüero had been watching the banner on the plane the entire time, until it disappeared, his feelings a complex mix.
It seemed as if it was all a play of fate, could it really be such a coincidence?
Why was it Tang Long who scored the first goal of the new season and not me? I was last season’s Premier League top scorer, the team’s leading striker!
The goal just now, Tang Long shot it beautifully, suddenly hitting the near top corner, the power and angle were perfect.
If it were Agüero in that position, that angle, he could also think of that way to shoot, but whether he could score, that was another question.
Agüero pondered to himself: "If it were last season’s Tang, in that position, he would definitely have passed it back to me at a better angle, letting me score easily, but why did he shoot just now? That powerful shot to the near corner, from what I know of Tang’s shooting skills, there was somewhat an element of luck involved."
Last season, Tang Long scored 18 goals in the league, not even half of Agüero’s;
Agüero knew very well about Tang Long’s shooting skills, his assessment was—good timing, but the shooting accuracy needed improvement!
At least, the shooting accuracy wasn’t as good as his own.
Agüero instinctively felt that perhaps facing a weaker team like Sunderland at the start of the season, Tang Long felt relaxed, took a shot as the opportunity arose, coincidentally the goalkeeper wasn’t that good, so he scored, which wasn’t surprising.
Strikers don’t have it easy, Agüero hoped in his heart that Tang Long wouldn’t get too carried away, he still needed to see reality clearly, and the reality was, I, Sergio Agüero, am the player with the best shooting skills in the whole team!
A great striker is always selfish.
Before the new season began, Guardiola specifically talked to Tang Long about this.
"Tang, you’ve moved from attacking midfielder to left wing, in my tactical system, undoubtedly you will have more shooting opportunities, what I want to say is, if there’s more than a fifty percent chance, you should be a little selfish, otherwise, you can’t become a great striker!"
In fact, for that last shot, Tang Long’s assurance was much more than fifty percent, it was between seventy to eighty percent.
This judgment was not only due to the opponent goalkeeper’s positioning deviation, but also Tang Long’s high confidence in the deception of his own feints—
A second before the shot, he glanced at Agüero in the center, both his eyes and body posture showed an intention to pass;
Only at the last moment did he change his purpose suddenly, aiming straight for the goal!
The result caught the goalkeeper completely off guard.
It was precisely this play of passing the east and attacking the west!
Such fleeting judgment of details, only Tang Long himself knew.
...
Compared to the Armenian midfielder Mkhitaryan, who started in the first match, the Spanish midfielder Diego was still a notch above in reading the game and controlling the pace.
Although his speed wasn’t fast, his physical strength mediocre, and his goal count lower than other midfielders;
But a healthy Diego was definitely a key link in Guardiola’s passing and control tactical system!
Especially in delivering game-breaking through balls, Diego’s skill could reach about eighty to ninety percent of Iniesta’s level.
Facing the relegation-threatened Sunderland, Manchester City maintained firm possession of the ball;
The Black Cat was played dizzy at the Etihad Stadium, unable to find their bearings.

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