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: Sunday, 14 December 2025Location: Bradford City Centre

Morning laid itself gently over Bradford, the light stretched thin by a gauze of mist. City center stirred slowly — Christmas lights blinked against the grey, weak sunlight pooling in puddles along the narrow streets. Shop windows frosted over from the inside, little bursts of warmth trapped behind glass.

Rin Itoshi pulled his hoodie a little lower over his brow and slipped his hands into his pockets, letting his footsteps set no particular rhythm. No training. No bus rides. No weight of tactics humming at the back of his skull. Jake had given them the Sunday off after the demolition of Watford.

A Day with Rin Itoshi