Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Chiwo left his beloved Inter Milan, following in the footsteps of coach Mancini to the British Isles, becoming an assistant coach for the national team;

And Tang Long, Ranocchia, Handanovic also bid farewell to the familiar Meazza Stadium, embarking on the journey of the Premier League.

The four of them chatted away again, almost forgetting the passage of time.

Those beautiful times of the past played back in their minds like a movie, making them feel as if they returned to those days of fighting together on the Apennine Peninsula.

Speaking with excitement, Chiwo even unbuttoned his long-sleeved shirt, exposing the striking UEFA Europa League tattoo on his firm biceps.

His eyes flashed with pride and satisfaction: "I'll never forget this championship! Once, as a player, I ascended to the European Summit with Inter Milan; and as part of the coaching staff, I conquered Europe with Inter again, the feelings are entirely different, yet both stir my heart equally."

A hint of regret and disappointment flashed in Ranocchia's eyes as he expressed to Chiwo: "If only you could have stayed with Inter Milan as the head coach, wouldn't that have been wonderful? How can Leno ever measure up to you?"

Chiwo just smiled softly, not responding directly, yet his composure and confidence said it all.

He revealed his true mission for coming to Itihad this time, which is to serve as an assistant coach for the England national team, commissioned by head coach Mr. Mancini to assess the English players on-site during this match.

Among the key players being evaluated is the young centre-back Stones, who started the game for Everton.

"Mancini has taken a liking to this tall centre-back's movement speed on the ground, but unexpectedly, Tang managed to nutmeg him. It seems Stones still has lots of areas to improve."

Chiwo stood up and mimicked the awkward moment when Stones was nutmegged by Tang Long and almost stumbled.

Amid a burst of laughter, Tang Long also proactively brought up his position issue to Chiwo.

"Actually, I feel that just by letting me play as a striker, I can create many one-on-one opportunities. I am confident in breaking through the defenders' defenses, but Pellegrini arranged for me to play midfield again in this match."

Chiwo nodded, pondered for a moment, and then thoughtfully said:

"You absolutely have the potential to play as a striker. Not to mention this match, but take the last match between Manchester City and Liverpool as an example, your pendulum dribble really amazed me. That move, many top strikers can't execute it as naturally as you do."

He changed his tone and continued: "But, Pellegrini, as the head coach, has his own considerations. Your ball control and passing ability in midfield are also an indispensable part of the team. And don't forget, when you were at Inter, you even played as a defensive midfielder! That was Mr. Mancini's beloved attacking midfielder deployment tactic. So, if Pellegrini lets you play as a defensive midfielder in the next match, don't be surprised."

His words conveyed understanding and respect for the coach's decision-making: "After all, a head coach must view things from the overall perspective and consider the team's formation and setup, otherwise, he wouldn't be a competent manager."

After hearing this, Tang Long again sought advice from Chiwo on improving his one-on-one dribbling skills when playing as a striker.

Despite both having left Inter, in Tang Long's heart, Chiwo is still his forever coach.

Upon hearing this, Chiwo shared a laugh with Ranocchia and joked: "Haha, you've really posed a tough question for me. I can teach you other things, but one-on-one dribbling isn't my strong suit. After all, both Ranocchia and I played as defenders, our strengths lie in defense and blocking, not dribbling."

"However, since you've asked, I'll give you some advice from the perspective of watching from the stands."

"Hmm, in today's match, your Matthews-style nutmeg had a very clever rhythm change. However, your feint and step-over move against Stones earlier didn't have enough deception, and your actions weren't fluent enough. Maybe you can focus more on that."

At this point, Chiwo paused and clapped his hands:

"Oh my, why are you asking me about dribbling? Go ask your agent Ronar, he was once the world number one in this aspect, he can definitely teach you a lot."

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"Are we done? I really can't run anymore!"

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"Alright, alright, I'm over two hundred pounds, you think I'm still 18 years old!"

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"Huff, huff, huff, I can't do it anymore, I need a break, I'm done!"

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Speaking of Ronar, he took a flight, traversing the azure skies of Rio de Janeiro through the clouds, and smoothly landed in London's fog. Without even adjusting the biological clock disrupted by the long flight, Tang Long's relentless calls came like a flood, forcibly pulling him from the gentle embrace of some old flame in London towards the embrace of Manchester.

Upon meeting, Tang Long persistently harassed Ronar, insisting that the former king of the pitch personally demonstrate those dazzling dribbling techniques.

So, the two drove to Ranocchia's mansion which spans over ten acres, with its wide courtyard and lush green grass, making it a perfect place to hone football skills.

The original plan was for Tang Long and Ronar to have a one-on-one, fair duel.

However, reality turned out to be like a mocking farce.

Tang Long was able to easily break through Ronar's defense every time, without even needing any fancy feints.

On the other hand, Ronar, although he could barely maintain possession with his burly two hundred pounds body,

as soon as he tried to dribble past Tang Long, his footwork seemed incredibly heavy!

His feints appeared as if under a 0.2-speed slow motion button, each movement seemed so slow, he could barely advance using hand pulling.

After three rounds, Ronar was drenched in sweat, barely able to pull anymore.

Seeing this wasn't working, Tang Long simply let Ronar carry the ball alone, demonstrating his dribbling technique against the air.

Yet this attempt didn't achieve the expected result either.

Due to being overweight, Ronar's steps were truly sluggish, his feet didn't lift high enough, even facing the empty air, his movements were surprisingly slow.

Those so-called dribbling moves looked more like a funny dance, completely devoid of his past extraterrestrial grace.

"Watch carefully, this is my famous pendulum dribble back in my glory days!"

Ronar shouted, and then began his performance.

Only to see his body swaying left and right, like a clumsy duck, with the flab on his stomach vigorously shaking as his body swayed, seemingly about to spill out at any time.

Tang Long was watching from the side in awe, silently muttering: This is nothing like a pendulum dribble, it's more of a meat wobble!

Ronar's first two steps were barely ok, but on the last step, there was a loud "clam," he unexpectedly stepped on the ball, lost his balance and rolled over on the ground like an out-of-control vehicle, emitting a deafening "bang" sound.

"What happened, was there an earthquake!"

Ranocchia ran out of the house in horror and looked at the sprawled Ronar on the ground with a confused expression.

"N-no problem, just a bit rusty, haha."

Ronar awkwardly got up, dusting off the mud on him, chuckled dryly to cover his embarrassment.

He then turned to look at Ranocchia's daughter, who was peeking from behind and made an exaggerated funny face, amusing the little girl into giggles.

Tang Long couldn't help but cover his face.

Mr. Chiwo's advice was good, but Ronar's guidance can only remain verbal; once it comes to showing in practice, it's not happening. But without actual moves, relying solely on words makes it difficult to grasp the essence.

What should be done now?