Football: Don’t talk about feelings, I’m just an AI

The Manchester derby is about to begin, and the air in this football city is filled with tension and anticipation.

At this special moment, the new and old members of Manchester United, those fighters who were regarded as the weaker side by the media, all shouted unwillingly.

Pogba's voice rang out like a bell: "At Old Trafford, you will see through the emperor's new clothes, and glory will return!"

The emperor's new clothes he mentioned refers to Xia Qi's "false" strength. In the eight rounds of Premier League games, Xia Qi only played half of the game and was called "Mr. Halftime" by the media. Pogba believes that Xia Qi is not that strong at all!!!

Mourinho's eyes were firm, as if they could penetrate time and space: "This time, Xia Qi wants to clock out at halftime? Absolutely impossible! We must keep the three points at Old Trafford..."

Keane, who has retired, was like an angry lion: "Manchester United has the fighting spirit that Manchester City doesn't have. This is our magic weapon to defeat them!"

Facing the tough voices of Manchester United players, Xia Qi said calmly: "The color of the sky should be blue! My teammates and I are just doing our part for environmental protection..."

Thousands of miles away in China, the Penguin Football broadcast team was also busy preparing for this much-anticipated match.

In the past two years, they have broadcast summer chess matches live and accumulated tremendous popularity. The ratings are like a soaring eagle, leaving CCTV's Jinjiang Channel far behind, and it has become the largest sports live broadcast platform in China.

When the members of the broadcasting team set foot on Manchester soil, they immediately felt the city's extreme love and hate.

A staff member pushed a luggage cart carrying live broadcast equipment slowly through the passageway. An airport security guard asked curiously, "China? Are you here to report on Xia Qi?"

After getting the exact answer, the security guard excitedly made a cheering gesture and shouted loudly: "Xia Qi, the king of football!"

But his partner next to him curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Bullshit! Manchester United is invincible. Even if the king comes, he will have to kneel!"

"Hehe... Xia only needs half a game to beat you..."

"We have Mourinho, the world's top coach, Pogba in the midfield and Kane in the front line. They are the future of football for the next ten years..."

Before Zhan Jun, Zhang Lu and others could answer, the two security guards started arguing fiercely. Afterwards, the staff at Manchester Airport also split into two factions. Each faction believed that they were right, and the scene was very lively for a while.

Time passed and we arrived at the Manchester City sports goods store in the Etihad Stadium.

In the store, jerseys printed with the names and numbers of the stars are hung, as if telling the glory of the past.

These are the jerseys worn by players who have made great contributions to Manchester City. After being dried, they are clipped in frames and hung quietly in the store.

In the lower left corner of the picture frame, there is a brief introduction of the meritorious player.

The members of the broadcast team searched carefully among the numerous jerseys, and finally, they found the No. 17 jersey of the famous Chinese star Sun Jihai.

In the lower left corner of the picture frame, it is clearly written:

Name: SUN JIHAI

Nickname: Chinese Sun

Nationality: Chinese

Date of birth: 1977

Position: right back, center back, defensive midfielder.

Appearances: 130

Football career summary:

On February 2002, 2, Sun joined Manchester City for a record transfer fee of 26 million pounds, which became a landmark event for Chinese players to study abroad at that time.

Just seven days after joining, he made his Manchester City debut as a substitute in the match against Coventry.

On October 2002, 10, Manchester City challenged Birmingham away, and Sun scored his first Premier League goal in the game.

2003年 8月 15日，曼城在联盟杯资格赛中主场 5比 0完胜威尔士亚军 TNS队，Sun打满全场并在第 60分钟取得进球，这粒进球让他成为历史上第一位在欧洲两大杯上进球的中国球员。

2005 - 2006赛季英超第 12轮，曼城客场 1比 2不敌富勒姆。

Before the end of the game, Sun, with his teammates having given up, ran a long distance against four opponents and incredibly kicked the opponent's sure goal out of the baseline. This defense is considered to be the most classic in his career.

On May 2008, 5, in an international friendly match held at the Hong Kong Stadium, Sun started for Manchester City and played the full game, wearing the captain's armband. This was one of his important moments in Manchester City.

The broadcasting team bought a Sun Jihai jersey and prepared to give it to Xia Qi. This is not just the passing of a jersey, but also a kind of inheritance, a culture that is deeply rooted in the genes of the Chinese people.

The staff in the store was shocked: "You are not here to buy Xia's jerseys?" After saying that, he pointed to the long queue waiting to be printed.

"Two jerseys for Xia Qi!" "Number nine, Xia Qi!" These voices came one after another.

A long line of people formed after they bought blank jerseys and went to the store to print their numbers. The live broadcast team watched the line for a while and found that at least nine out of ten people wanted to have Xia Qi's number nine jersey printed on them.

The clerk pointed to the cashier counter, where almost everyone waiting in line to check out had a signed jersey with Xia Qi's No. 9 number. (The names and numbers of the signed jerseys have already been customized.)

Zhang Lu and others smiled and said, "Buy it! Must buy it!"

Several people bought more than a dozen blank jerseys, printed Xia Qi's number on them, and asked Xia Qi for his autograph after meeting him. This way they could save a lot of money!

After all, penguins are not rich!

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October 2014, 10 was a day when the air was filled with tension and anticipation.

The ninth round of the English Premier League slowly kicked off like a much-anticipated drama.

Old Trafford, this holy place that carries countless glory and legends, is now full.

Looking up, in the sea of ​​red that is as hot as fire, there is a stand that is particularly eye-catching. It is full of blue figures, like a mysterious island in the surging waves.

In the stands, the wives of Manchester City players, led by Xia Qi's girlfriend Savannah Bride, were like a group of beautiful flowers blooming on the green field.

The presence of Manchester City legends such as Haaland and Colin Bale attracted many attentions.

Colin Bell, the legendary figure known as the "King of Manchester City", was once the champion of Manchester City's only European trophy, the Cup Winners' Cup. At this moment, he is like a wise king, overlooking the battlefield that is about to begin.

Before the game, the veteran was interviewed by Premier League producers and declared firmly: "No one can beat the Blue Moon this year. Xia Qi is too strong, and our midfield is also very strong, with Yaya Toure, De Bruyne, Silva... I think the kids should challenge Arsenal's 49-game unbeaten record."

In the stands, in addition to beauties and celebrities, there is also a group of highly anticipated young players from Manchester City's youth team.

Sancho, Foden, Haaland Jr.... These boys under the age of 15 have visions for the future in their eyes.

Sancho and Foden are young talents well known to the British media and are regarded as the "next summer chess pieces".

As for the young Haaland, who looks like a calf, the British media only regard him as a "son of a general."

These young Manchester City players were holding up TiFo, on which the cartoon image of Xia Qi was stepping on a big bird, knocking down the cartoon image of Pogba with his left punch, and hitting the cartoon image of Van Persie in the face with his right hand. The picture was easy to understand, but it also caused huge boos in the Old Trafford stadium.

In front of the TV, Sir Alex Ferguson doesn't care as much about what's on TiFo as Manchester United fans do.

He licked his lips and said to himself enviously, "This dog neighbor's youth training is really good!"

Ferguson's wife took a plate of quick-acting heart pills and a glass of cold water and gently placed them on the chopping board next to Ferguson. Hearing this, she retorted: "Didn't you say that your youth training is the best?"

Ferguson waved his hand irritably, shooing his wife away like a fly.

Once upon a time, in Manchester City, whoever had a good seedling would send it to Carrington.

But since the opponent produced Xia Qi, these good seedlings have been sent to the Etihad training base.

Manchester United now has Pogba, Lingard in their youth training... They will not fall behind the opponent for the time being, but in the long run, Manchester City's youth training will definitely far surpass Manchester United.

You see, old Haaland traveled thousands of miles to send his children to Etihad, and there will be more cases like this in the future.

This is absolutely unacceptable to Ferguson.

"Damn noisy neighbors, damn Xia Qi! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Ferguson was furious.

"Hey, old man, the game hasn't started yet, why are you so excited? If you act like this, I'll turn off the TV for you."

"You damned bitch, you know nothing!"

Bang! Mrs. Ferguson turned off the TV, and a small family disturbance was set off.

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The pre-match press conference was like a war without the smoke of gunpowder about to begin.

Mourinho and Guardiola, these two famous coaches, have long been old rivals.

Their story can be traced back to the Barcelona period, when Mourinho was only an assistant to the head coach, while Guardiola was a player sweating on the field.

Mourinho, the head coach who always likes to put pressure on his opponents by talking trash before the game, took the initiative to launch the attack without any need for reporters to fan the flames.

He held his head high and said in a resonant voice: "I am very happy that after eight rounds of Premier League matches, the two Manchester City clubs have become the only two teams in the battle for the Premier League title."

A reporter in the audience quickly reminded: "Chelsea also won eight games in a row and got all 24 points."

Mourinho waved his hand disapprovingly and said with disdain: "The Blues led by that Italian guy? What I can't do, that guy can't do either!"

He then went on to declare:

"Welcome to the most terrifying home stadium in Europe - Old Trafford. You will see the invincible Manchester City suffer their first defeat of the new season here..."

"You will find that Xia Qi only played half the game not because he was in great shape and wanted to save face for his opponent, but because his physical strength only allowed him to play half the game..."

Guardiola on the other side couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

But he did not argue with him, but said calmly: "I hope someone can be as happy as he is now after the game, and will not go to the Fair Play Committee to cry..."

The reporters in the audience laughed and said "I understand".

Indeed, Manchester City pushed forward smoothly all the way, and almost all opponents, except Arsenal, ran to the Fair Play Committee to complain after the game.

The press conference ended in a tense atmosphere, and Mourinho had no choice but to suffer a loss in this verbal confrontation.

On the way out of the venue, he suppressed his inner anger and tried his best to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor.

However, when his hand touched the door handle of Manchester United's locker room and slowly pushed the door open, the ferocious expression on his face could no longer be concealed.

The slight sound of the door hinge, in this silent moment, was like the prelude of a horn on the battlefield, foreshadowing an upcoming fierce battle.

The players were originally either relaxing or talking in low voices, but when they saw the coach like this, they instantly became quiet and the air seemed to freeze.

Mourinho just stood there quietly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, slowly scanning each player, as if trying to find the burning fighting spirit in their eyes.

"Boys!" His voice was deep and powerful, as if it burst out directly from his chest, carrying endless majesty and expectation.

"Just now outside, we were bullied and looked down upon. That damn bald guy laughed at us and said we were cowards who could only cry and complain!"

His words were like stones thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

"Are there any cowards wearing red shirts at Old Trafford? Answer me, are there?"

All the soldiers responded: "No."

Mourinho frowned slightly and tried to provoke them: "So you are really cowards! You don't even have the courage to refute!"

"No!" This time, the soldiers' answer resounded throughout the room, shocking everyone like thunder.

Mourinho waved his hands exaggeratedly and continued:

"This is our battlefield, our place of glory! In the past hundred years, we have only allowed our opponents to win twelve games here. We have an absolute advantage."

He took steps and paced among the players, like a general inspecting his soldiers. Every step seemed to be on the long river of history, carrying a heavy sense of mission.

"That bald guy and his Manchester City are so arrogant now. Do they think they can easily win the game on this field today? Dream on!"

Mourinho stopped abruptly, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Who are you? You are Manchester United warriors! The blood of the Red Devils flows in your veins! Today, we will let them know that Old Trafford is not a place where they can run wild as they please. So what about Xia Qi? So what about Manchester City? Do they think they can defeat us easily? Absolutely not!"

Mourinho's eyes were as hot as flames, burning the players' fighting spirit.

The flames seemed to ignite the entire locker room, making everyone feel a strong sense of mission.

"Fuck Mr. Halftime! This is a scam! It was clearly an aftereffect of the World Cup. That damn bald guy was afraid that Xia Qi would be too tired, so he made him play half a game. The media exaggerated it to say that half a game was enough to defeat the opponent..."

"Fletcher, Carrick, I want you two to restrict Xia Qi. Remember, Xia Qi's physical fitness is definitely a problem. Make him run all over the field..."

His voice was serious and firm, leaving no room for doubt.

"Phil, Evans, you two must concentrate throughout the game. The reason why Xia Qi has such a high scoring rate is because his movement is so ghostly... If you are not careful, he will seize the opportunity..."

"Kane, you are the best center forward in England for the next ten years. You are not inferior to Xia Qi. You just lack an opportunity. Van Persie, you have been fighting with Xia Qi for two years and lost for two years. It's not that you are not as good as Xia Qi, but that you lack a platform and helpers. Now I have set up all this for you. Old Trafford tonight is your stage..."

His words were like torches, passed to the hearts of every player.

The players' eyes gradually became determined, they clenched their fists, and the fire in their hearts was ignited by Mourinho.

In this small locker room, a powerful force is gathering, like a volcano about to erupt, waiting to erupt on the field and show the world the glory and indomitable spirit of Manchester United.