Mr_Raiden

For ten years, Ethan Carter was cursed.

No matter which club he coached, he never won a single match. The world called him “The Cursed Coach.” Fans ridiculed him. Players disrespected him. The media destroyed him.

But on one fateful night, his Bundesliga team—the weakest in the league—was leading 1-0 against a footballing giant.

Ninety minutes. One last chance. The biggest upset of the season.

The final whistle blew.

Victory.

His first-ever win. The curse was broken.

And then… his heart stopped.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in Germany anymore.

He was in a run-down office with peeling wallpaper and a broken desk. His hands were thinner. His face was different.

A small nameplate sat in front of him:

 Jake Wilson – Head Coach, Bradford FC (Fourth-Tier League) 

Before he could even process what had happened, a glowing screen appeared before his eyes.

[Ding! The Coaching System Has Activated!]

Now, armed with a system that grants real-time tactical analysis, scouting reports, player growth insights, and legendary tactics, Ethan—now Jake—has a second chance.

From a forgotten, unknown club to the top of world football—can he use the system to become the greatest coach in history?

He was once the most mocked coach in the world.

Now, he will become unstoppable.

Because this time… he refuses to lose.




Disclaimer

The Coaching System is a work of fiction. All characters, teams, events, and organizations depicted in this story are purely fictional or used fictitiously. While the novel is inspired by real-world football mechanics, tactics, and leagues, it does not represent any real-life football clubs, managers, or players.

The Coaching System

Date: Thursday, 25 September 2025

Fixture: Bradford City vs Slovan Bratislava

Venue: Valley Parade

Valley Parade, Pre-Match Atmosphere

Valley Parade glowed like something carved from history—spotlights gleaming against the sheen of the pitch, fans wrapped in claret and amber chanting in waves that rose and fell like breath.

Scarves waved above heads. Children on shoulders. Pockets of Bratislava supporters in one corner of the stand, flanked by stewards, singing in high rhythm. But the noise? Bradford. Pure. Thunderous.

The UEFA anthem began—not piped in, but sung by the moment. Flags rippled in sync, smoke from flares hanging faint in the floodlights.

UEFA Europa Conference League: League Stage Matchday 3 (1)