Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions

Chapter 314: 7:1! The Biggest Margin of Humiliation in the Derby! Tang Long is Relieved!



"Wala wala wala wala~"

As an ambulance arrived at Old Trafford, medical staff carried the convulsing Ferguson onto the ambulance on a stretcher.

By this time, Ferguson had calmed down and was unharmed, cursing Van Gaal on the stretcher.

(The author is just joking, wishing the Sir a long life, Fujiko has left, cheer up, Sir)

"If I had known, I might as well have continued to support Moyes!"

This Manchester Derby ended with Manchester United's 1:7 defeat at home to Manchester City!

The largest goal difference in history occurred tonight, and everyone will remember this moment.

Whether there will be any that follow is unknown, because Tang Long is still at Manchester City, but at least it's unprecedented!

When the referee blew the whistle to end the game,

Old Trafford turned into chaos.

Seventy thousand home fans in the stands threw everything at hand onto the field.

Hot dogs, paper balls, coins, hats, chewing gum, socks, belts, scarves...

A blonde female fan in the front row was particularly angry.

She took off her fitted female jersey, balled it up, and threw it onto the field, bare-chested, pointing at the drooping Manchester United players on the field, cursing loudly.

"Take off those Manchester United jerseys, you don't deserve to wear them!"

Many fans cried.

1:7, it's 1:7!

It wouldn't be so painful if we lost 1:7 to Chelsea, Arsenal, or Tottenham, but the opponent happened to be the city rival, Manchester City!

Why?

Why did I come to watch this match today?

Why be humiliated by Manchester City right under our noses!

If I had known, I wouldn't have come if you beat me to death.

"It's disgusting, even more disgusting than losing the Premier League title three years ago on the last day!"

"I have been a Manchester United season ticket holder for 10 years, this will be the last season, I will never renew again!"

"Tang! That number 9 from Manchester City! I'll remember you, don't let me see you on the streets of Manchester!"

"Icardi, this piece of trash, this is his level, we spent over 100 million euros on him, he's a complete flop!"

"I said it before, why would a forward from a rubbish Serie A league be worth over 100 million? Van Gaal must have taken a kickback!"

"And he dares to say he's part of the best combination in the Premier League with De Bruyne, look at De Bruyne. At least he scored a goal, where was Icardi? Completely invisible!"

"No wonder they're called Mauro, this guy's completely gone astray!"

"I also said long ago, this summer window we should have forcibly taken Tang, he's absolutely a hundred times better than De Bruyne!"

Because of the fans continuously throwing debris onto the field, security was very cautious, immediately urging Manchester City players not to celebrate and quickly run into the player tunnel.

Pellegrini also covered his head with his hand while quickly walking towards Van Gaal to shake his hand.

Pellegrini was secretly delighted at this moment.

Van Gaal, you were a renowned coach, heh heh, who'd have thought, you'd fall into my hands, you've lost your dignity in your old age!

Even though he was very happy inside, Pellegrini still put on a serious expression.

"Sorry, we had some good luck today..."

Pellegrini hadn't finished speaking when Van Gaal grabbed his hand, pulled him back forcefully, and Pellegrini stumbled, nearly falling.

"Chilean, do you understand what respect is? Is this funny to you!"

Van Gaal sprayed spit at Pellegrini, entering hairdryer mode.

The old Dutch coach broke down at this moment!

A score of 1:7 destined him to be inscribed on the pillar of shame in Manchester United's history, to be criticized by future generations.

As he neared the end of his career, he left such a disgraceful mark. How could Van Gaal not be angry?

What made him even more furious was clearly when they were ahead by three or four goals, Pellegrini could have stopped, let the players slow down and stop attacking, but why did he keep beating this, this drowning dog? Was there any point? Scoring a few more goals, could you get 4 points for this match!

At this moment, Van Gaal seemed to forget that he was facing the coach of Manchester City, not his own players waiting in the locker room to be reprimanded.

Pellegrini was also quite angry.

It's all played out openly on the field, if you're dissatisfied, why are you pulling me?

Truly losing the game and losing face!

He was about to have a verbal showdown with Van Gaal, but Pellegrini immediately recalled the time when he had a physical altercation with Wenger, causing both teams' players to intervene, resulting in Agüero and Joe Hart being suspended for three matches.

This really scared Pellegrini.

He quickly flipped Van Gaal the middle finger, then turned and ran when Van Gaal hadn't reacted yet!

Seeing Pellegrini, with his silver hair flying, dashing through the player tunnel, Van Gaal also took off in pursuit once he realized!

"Don't run! You Chilean coward! If you've got guts, don't run!"

"I'll wait for you at the parking lot gate, let's see if you're brave enough for a showdown!"

So, amidst the astonished gazes of the onsite staff and security, two sixty-year-old men performed a chase scene in the player tunnel.

Although Van Gaal and Pellegrini were similar in age, the Dutchman had put on weight, unlike Pellegrini who was still fit in his sixties.

After running over ten meters, Van Gaal could no longer see Pellegrini's figure.


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