Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Needless to say, it's naturally because Tang Long started in the defensive midfielder position for two consecutive games, making them, like himself, feel a sense of crisis about their positions!

As for the positions of Bony, Nasri, Silva, Navas, Tang Long could play in those attacking positions as well.

Whether as a defensive midfielder, attacking midfielder, or forward, Tang Long has delivered outstanding performances!

Though Toure was embarrassed to ask everyone the reason for extra training, he felt they all tacitly understood each other.

Looking at it this way, Tang Long's arrival at Manchester City has stirred things up like a catfish, increasing the level of internal competition significantly.

"My goodness, with everyone working so hard, I better step up too!"

Toure felt an unprecedented sense of pressure.

He was even a bit thankful that he saw the picture Delph posted on social media before heading out, which made him unwilling to lag behind and rush over.

Thinking about this, just as Toure stepped onto the elliptical machine to stretch a bit, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Delph posted on social media to show off, that's how I saw it. But what about the others? They didn't say anything, so I didn't know! At Manchester City's gym, during the day there's always a manager on duty to open the door, but how many others in the team are secretly training?"

Thinking of this, Toure tightened his muscles, not daring to waste time thinking idly, and immediately immersed himself in training.

An elliptical machine was worked by him with such force that it seemed like it would fall apart.

An hour and a half later.

Toure lay exhausted on the ground, unwilling to move.

Large drops of sweat seeped from his forehead, dripping "splatter, splatter" onto the floor.

Since joining Manchester City, he had never pushed himself to this extent in the gym.

Having just finished an away game, the fatigue in his muscles still lingered on Toure's thighs.

That intense self-training over the past hour and a half almost completely drained Toure's energy.

The exhausted Toure originally intended to shower in the locker room, then go home to sleep.

But unexpectedly, he heard Bony shouting in the locker room, "Guys, want to hit the pitch for a few kicks?"

A bewildered Toure hadn't quite caught on before hearing Silva chime in, "Sure, bro, you can't just train in the gym. Let's hit the field for some real action; I was just thinking of practicing some positioning with you!"

So, the six people from the gym—Silva, Bony, Delph, Fernando, Fernandinho—they all took off their sneakers, changed into their cleats, thumped down the stairs, and ran to the training ground.

Leaving only the sweat-drenched Toure, alone, panting in the gym.

Ten minutes later, he stood up with the help of a chair, taking off his shirt to reveal his upper body soaked as if drenched.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!"

Toure let out a shout, shaking the floorboards to a hum.

His heart was bitter!

At his age, training so hard—is it worth it?

Many players by this age are already absolute big shots within their team, even the coach has to listen to them, playing when they want, sitting on the sidelines sipping water when they don't—the epitome of leisure.

But at 32, Toure was still struggling to maintain a starting position, fighting desperately for a new contract extension!

At this moment, Toure did have thoughts of giving up, lying down and letting be.

However, the dignity of a world-class midfielder made that thought fleeting.

Toure immediately changed into gear, put on his cleats, and ran onto the training ground.

These guys, not even 30, were willing to give up rest on holiday and voluntarily train.

As the senior in the team, the most experienced one, if not setting an example, at least he couldn't fall behind these youngsters!

"Good ball, Sergio! Nice shot!"

Panting, Toure jogged to the field and saw Caballero cheering for Agüero with a thumbs up.

Toure was momentarily stunned, Agüero fired three long shots, each with immense power.

And the substitute goalkeeper Caballero sprang left and right like a spring!

Shooting beautifully, defending splendidly too!

After Agüero shot, Bony sprinted forward.

From the wing, Navas delivered a cross, and from the edge of the box, Bony attempted an ultra-long dive header, slightly over the bar!

Meanwhile, on the other side, Silva and two defensive midfielders, Fernando and Fernandinho, formed a triangular stance, maintaining movement within the formation while the ball bounced between them with "bang bang bang" passes.

"Caballero and Agüero are here too, my word, looks like it's not just the six from the gym, but two more, already in action on the field!"

During Agüero's water break, Toure laughed and approached.

"Sergio, why are you here training on your day off too?"

Toure found it odd, because even with Tang Long performing well upfront, it shouldn't affect Agüero's position, as he's an absolute legend at the club.

Why was he in the competition too?

Agüero gulped down several sips of sports drink, consuming a bottle in one go, then tossed the bottle towards the trash can with a "bam bam," precisely hitting the target.

"Did you see the news? That Polish guy from Bayern, Lewandowski, scored five goals in nine minutes last round! He really left me far behind on Europe's scoring ranks. This season's competition is too fierce. Not to mention the European Golden Boot, over here in the Premier League, Agüero, Icardi, and Kane are formidable opponents too. If I don't train extra, I'd waste Tang's excellent passing!"

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At this moment, the author's keyboard was burning hot, yet they fulfilled the promise, three chapters daily from Monday to Friday, averaging 13,000 words, without broken promises.

The five-day annual leave ended, from Saturday, returning to two chapters, but the author will still write three chapters on the weekend, storing two for later release, so they won't be delayed till night.

Without taking leave, three chapters aren't feasible. The author averages writing 2,000 words per hour, so 13,000 requires at least six hours of continuous typing, with a twenty-minute rest after each chapter. Usually, two chapters a day, around seven to eight thousand words, already consume all evening time after work, it's really exhausting. Crying.