Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions
Chapter 88: Ronaldo’s Agency Obtains License, First Target Set!

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Ronaldo’s Agency Obtains License, First Target Set!

Watching AC Milan goalkeeper Lopez angrily throw down his gloves and curse as he left the field.

The faces of Inter legends in the stands bloomed like spring flowers, grinning from ear to ear~

minutes, leading by one goal.

Won a penalty, and the opponent even lost a goalkeeper.

Do we still need to play? No need at all!

"Hahaha, Inzaghi’s used up all his substitutions; they have no goalkeeper left!"

"This is killing me with laughter! Who’s gonna be the goalie?"

"I suggest Inzaghi himself should go and guard the goal!"

"With his skinny frame like a stick, can he be a keeper? Just let Vieri shoot once and knock him straight into the goal net!"

"Look at Inzaghi’s miserable face; he’s complaining to the fourth official. He’s in a panic!"

From 2001 to 2012.

Inzaghi played for AC Milan for a full 11 years.

Whether it was the earlier Ronaldo and Vieri or the later Milito, Cambiasso, Samuel.

These Inter legends have battled against Inzaghi for years, exchanging blows and trash talk on the field.

Now, they are just as generous in directing their sarcasm towards this former opponent, today’s Milan coach.

All three substitutions used. No goalkeeper left. It’s over!

AC Milan players on the field exchanged looks of dismay.

Who’s going to be the goalkeeper?

No one knows how to keep goal.

After some reluctance among the team, they finally chose the tall center-back standing at 187CM, the Frenchman Meeks, to go in goal.

None of us can do it, but you’re tall enough, with a wider reach—it’s got to be you, man.

Meeks, sweating massively, silently picked up the gloves Lopez had thrown away from the ground.

As he’d never worn gloves before, clueless about putting them on, he managed to squeeze his hands into them only with some guidance from the afar smiling Inter goalkeeper Handanovic.

"Don’t be nervous; everyone has a first time, just face it bravely. If you really don’t know how to save a penalty, you can just stand still," Handa even gave Meeks some reassurance.

This is really forcing the poor guy. Headache.

Just as Meeks was reluctantly positioned on the goal line, preparing to face the penalty, his heart pounding.

He was surprised to find that there seemed to be a dispute on Inter’s side.

"Let me take it; I’ve never missed a penalty in Serie A!" Icardi wanted to snatch the ball from Podolski.

Podolski held on to the ball firmly.

According to rules, Palacio was the team’s designated first penalty taker.

With Palacio absent, Icardi was the second in line.

However, since Podolski joined the team in the winter transfer, he also had rights to take penalties.

In the end, they privately agreed that whoever won the penalty would take it.

"You’ve already scored one goal. It’s appropriate for me to take this one." Podolski stood his ground, not letting go.

You still dare to boast in front of me about never missing a penalty in Serie A?

Kid, how many Serie A matches have you played, anyway? To be honest, I’ve played more matches for the German national team than you’ve played in Serie A.

Podolski was naturally unwilling to give up the penalty, eager to score in the Milan derby and enjoy the cheers of seventy thousand Inter fans!

"Mauro, give this penalty to Po..." Assistant Herrera hadn’t even finished half his sentence when Mancini stopped him.

"Let them figure it out themselves, no rush." Mancini, on the other hand, looked quite unperturbed.

In the end, Icardi won the right to take the penalty and stood at the penalty spot.

He looked at the nervous Meeks, who didn’t even look like a goalkeeper, and was amused~

Watch me blast it, scare you half to death!

"Ju—"

Icardi took three steps and unleashed a powerful kick!

Perhaps he underestimated his non-professional goalkeeper opponent, so Icardi casually swung his leg with full force towards the right, barely considering the angle.

Meeks didn’t even need to move; the ball clanged against the left post.

"Haha, it didn’t go in~"

The Frenchman was ecstatic—he’d given you a free goal, and you still missed, hehe.

Not even a second of joy passed when the ball ricocheted off the post, landing perfectly at the feet of Tang Long charging into the box.

Bang!

Tang Long also gave it a merciless, powerful kick!

This time, it didn’t go astray; instead, it was incredibly accurate.

Accurate enough to smash straight into Meeks’ skull.

Meeks had no idea how to save; before he could react, he felt a crack in his nose, as an immense force pushed him backward, somersaulting into the goal net.

A potent metallic smell lingered in his nose, likely indicating a broken nasal bone.

"Tang Long scored!"

"Chinese fans stayed up all night, and finally, their wait wasn’t in vain!"

"Thunderous applause at Meazza Stadium, roaring inexorably!"

"This is Tang Long’s third Serie A goal!"

"It came off a rebound from Icardi’s missed penalty!"

"Tang Long didn’t celebrate extravagantly; he smiled, extending his hand apologetically towards Meeks in the goal."

"Poor Meeks, the medical team seems to have come in; let’s hope he’s okay..."

In the stands.

The Inter legends were already standing, shoulder to shoulder, singing together.

"Ole, Ole Ole Ole, Ole Ole, Ole Ole~"

The happiest was Ronaldo.

He was running back and forth in the box, with his fat jiggling wildly, almost shaking itself off.

Vieri raised a glass of red wine, clinking glasses with Cambiasso, Milito, and Samuel one by one.

Bottoms up!

The referee’s whistle blew, ending the match!

Inter Milan at home, easily defeating derby rivals AC Milan 2-0!

Continuing to press AC Milan firmly underneath!

Simultaneously, since the early game saw 5th-placed Florence draw with Turin.

On the Serie A standings, Inter Milan is now only 1 point behind the Purple Lily!

"Guys, we can clock out and go home~" Milito raised both hands.

"Let’s go, we’ll head to the locker room later, to dance the tango, and celebrate the 285th Milan Derby win!" Vieri was so hyped, already rehearsing dance steps in the box.

While everyone was heading to the locker room together.

Ronaldo received a phone call.

After a brief conversation, Ronaldo’s eyes lit up.

"Alright, don’t worry, I’m on my way!"

Ronaldo, apologizing to his companions, quickly left.

Vieri watched the chubby man run off, shaking with confusion.

"What could be more important than winning the Milan Derby and celebrating in the locker room?"

Milito, leaning one hand on Vieri’s shoulder, teased:

"You wouldn’t know, would you? Ronnie’s a businessman now, a big boss. He’s got plenty of business, always busy, we old retirees can’t compare!"

...

At half-past ten that evening.

The streets of Milan were still brightly lit.

Nightlife in full swing.

Saint George Avenue, Street 2, Number 258.

Under the dim streetlights, mosquitoes swarmed around.

Inside hides a secluded private club bar.

At this moment, Ronaldo sat inside, discussing business with an official from the Italian Football Federation.

Ronaldo’s secretary sat beside him, taking notes constantly in a notebook.

The two of them chatted happily, clinking glasses more than ten times.

At midnight sharp.

The three of them exited through the back door of the bar.

Ronaldo took a heavy bag full of euros from the secretary and handed it to the official, then waved goodbye to him.

"All settled, boss?" the secretary asked.

"All settled, by nine o’clock tomorrow morning, the company’s agent license in Italy will be approved."

Ronaldo pulled out his phone and opened the news feed.

[Icardi and Tang link up twice! Inter wins 2-0 at home over AC Milan!]