Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Bony seemed to be filled with vindication!

He shouted something in a Côte d'Ivoire dialect that only he could understand to the camera.

"Did you see that? Bare-assed Bony scored in the Derby!"

At that moment, Bony's eyes welled up with tears. He could finally reconcile with his nickname and utter those words himself.

I've made it to the Premier League, joined a powerhouse like Manchester City, and scored in the Derby, but what about you?

Those who laughed at me for not having clothes and called me bare-assed—where are you now?

As the saying goes, thirty years of the East, thirty years of the West—never underestimate the youth!

When the scoreboard at Old Trafford jumped from four to five.

Ferguson, the Old Sir in the stands, felt his heart skip a beat.

He furrowed his brows and clutched the left side of his chest.

He was utterly shocked; this score was nearing the limits of his mental endurance.

Throughout the history of the Premier League, the biggest goal difference in a Manchester Derby was 1:6.

Produced by Manchester United against Manchester City in the 2011-2012 season.

Back then, Ferguson was still the manager of Manchester United.

It was after that game that Ferguson first thought about retiring.

He felt that he had aged, was distant from this era, or perhaps lacked the energy to lead this greatest team in Premier League history.

After that game, nearly 70-year-old Ferguson stayed up all night with his eyes wide open, unable to sleep.

"Don't let it in, don't let it in, we really can't afford another goal…"

Ferguson prayed that Manchester City would show mercy, offering some dignity to today's Manchester United.

But he knew better that it was up to that kid Tang Long to show mercy.

Just looking at this 19-year-old on the field in such a lively form, Ferguson couldn't help but worry whether he would spare us.

The answer was no!

After entirely besieging Manchester United for 10 minutes, pinning them in the penalty area for 10 minutes.

This Manchester Derby reached another climax.

Kolarov delivered a left-side corner.

The ball traced a beautiful arc in mid-air, seemingly heading towards the center of the penalty zone, De Gea was already on the goal line, prepared, but the ball suddenly dropped swiftly at the near post, with astonishing change!

The tall central defender Ranocchia, stationed in Manchester United's penalty area didn't predict this change, but he happened to be standing at the near post.

Instinctively, he flicked his head, nudging the ball onwards.

This change in trajectory left the Manchester United players in the penalty area stunned for a second, and just that second broke open their defense once more!

Left-back Rojo, watching nervously, predicted where the ball would land and took two steps, ready to jump, when a gust of wind brushed past him!

Boom!

Tang Long dashed in front of Rojo in an instant, facing a waist-level high ball, he didn't use his head but leapt into the air, poised mid-air, stretched his left leg forward, swung his right leg backward, meeting the ball with the top of his foot for a clean volley!

The football was fiercely struck, the ball underwent severe deformation, like a falling star, and pierced through the net above De Gea's head!

No headers, just explosively using foot power!

It wasn't until the thunderous noise from the back net brought a chill to De Gea's back that he snapped to.

Followed by a burning pain, spreading from his scalp.

"Ah!!"

De Gea could even smell the scent of burnt pigskin~

Yes, it was a burnt scent!

Tang Long's volley sent fierce friction between the football's leather and his hair.

His hair was burning hot, almost igniting!

"Oh my god, I can't believe what just happened!"

"Tang Long soared in front of De Gea, blasting a goal from within the penalty box!"

"The football charged into the net from above De Gea's head, with the Spanish goalkeeper utterly unresponsive!"

"Tang Long executed a hat trick!"

"6:1 now equals the biggest historical goal difference in the 1-12 season Manchester Derby!"

"How bizarre, wasn't Tang Long just at the edge of the penalty arc? How did he suddenly dash to the far post?"

"Let us watch the slow motion replay once more…"

As the camera replayed the footage, Zhan Jun was left dumbfounded.

"We see as soon as Kolarov's ball left his foot, Tang Long started sprinting towards the far post."

"Kolarov's cross was very cunning, suddenly descending at the near post, clearly intentional."

"Then Ranocchia's headed flick, judging by his expression, it seemed like a subconscious action?"

"The ball flew to the far post, right where Tang Long was headed!"

"It's really strange, why did Tang Long run to the far post in advance? Could it be that he predicted the ball would be headed to the far post?"

"It's truly mind-boggling, seeing Ranocchia's surprised expression, maybe even he didn't know where the ball was going."

"Amazing, truly amazing, without Tang Long's divine positioning, there wouldn't be the subsequent volley smash!"

Tang Long rushed to the sidelines.

He spread his hands beside his ears towards the Manchester United fans who were booing him, mimicking the ear-cupping gesture.

As if to say, go ahead, keep shouting, the louder you shout, the more I enjoy playing!

I scored a hat-trick!

I'm thrilled!

Are you thrilled?

This ear-cupping gesture is Icardi's signature celebration.

At this moment, he was curled up on the bench watching Tang Long mimic his gesture, feeling both anxious and furious.

He knew Tang Long was doing it on purpose, not just to provoke the Manchester United fans, but also for him to see.

Originally demoralized by Tang Long's brilliant performance, Icardi's internal rage was rekindled by Tang Long's actions.

He rushed off the bench to the sidelines, pointing at Tang Long's nose and cursing:

"Why are you mimicking me? What right do you have to copy my move?"

The shout was thunderous, even Tang Long over at the corner flag could hear it.

He turned back with a smile and made another ear-cupping gesture at Icardi.

This time, Icardi was absolutely furious!

Like a ruffled cat, he jumped over a meter high, and began to rush onto the field, managing only a couple of steps before the fourth official stopped him.

The referee ran over and showed Icardi a red card!

"Player off the pitch illegally entering the field, please leave immediately!"

One fourth official couldn't hold him back, and another three players came over from Manchester United's bench.

Then one grabbed his left hand, one his right hand, one his left foot, and one his right foot. Four people firmly held onto each limb, dragging Icardi away and slowly moving him towards the players' tunnel.

Icardi, hanging in the air like a tied-up bat, still struggled vigorously.

"The ear-cupping is mine, the celebration is mine!"

"No one is allowed to copy, no one!"

Not until his furious figure vanished at the end of the players' tunnel did it become slightly quieter on the Manchester United bench.

Seeing the 1:6 score, matching the largest derby loss record he set before retiring at Manchester United, Old Sir Ferguson hurriedly got up, wanting to leave.

He didn't want to stay in this stadium for another moment.

Every second spent here was both physically and mentally torturous for the old man.

"Glory glory City!"

"Glory glory City!"

"Glory belongs to Manchester City!"

He couldn't bear to hear the song sung by the more than 3,000 Manchester City fans in the away section.

Seeing Tang Long imitate Icardi's ear-cupping gesture to taunt him, those Manchester City fans followed suit, creatively altering the original Manchester United anthem "glory glory united" into "glory glory city"~

Ferguson internally cried out in distress!

Even when his Manchester United team suffered a 1:6 home defeat a few years ago, he was never humiliated like this by away fans.

"Outrageous, truly outrageous, these young people today just don't understand what manners mean!"

Ferguson stood up to leave, but just as he reached the door, he hadn't yet turned the handle when a dull "thud" echoed from the pitch!

Ferguson, alarmed, looked back to see a giant tower figure, dressed in light blue, standing in the Manchester United penalty area, pulling off a powerful header, and De Gea's goal was breached again!

This time on a corner kick, Ranocchia was left unmarked and firmly headed the ball into the net with his forehead!

His height was such that when he spread his arms, they were almost level with the goal!

"Ah! It's practically a pile of…"

Ferguson's vision darkened, and he fainted at the door.