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, 26 February 2026

Location: Partizan Stadium

Under the floodlights of Belgrade, the noise wasn't sound—it was shape. Thick. Weighty. Alive. Smoke drifted down from the north stand like low fog, backlit by red flares and angry orange. Everything felt heavier. The shirts. The breath. Even the grass.

White kits, heads up, no gestures. Just movement. Controlled. Like they'd rehearsed walking into fire.

Costa led the line, jaw tight. Behind him, Vélez scanned the stadium with slow eyes—reading not the crowd, but the angles behind the smoke. Lowe whispered something to Ethan at the halfway line. Ethan didn't answer. Just nodded once.

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