Antonigiggs

Richard Maddox, a once-promising football prodigy, dreamed of becoming a star. But just as his dream was within reach, it was abruptly shattered when he banged his head on the goalpost, fracturing his skull. Forced into early retirement, Richard vanished from the public eye.

People thought Richard Maddox was done for. However, no one expected that during his unconscious state, his spirit detached from his body. He drifted through time, witnessing the world of football from the perspective of a ghost. It was strange, unpleasant, yet exciting. No need for tickets or travel—he could simply fly.

England, Italy, Spain, Germany—the best football countries in Europe—and even the passionate South America, the energetic Africa, and the growing Asia—Richard observed the rise and fall of football giants, all from the sidelines.

However, watching football from the other side was quite different from experiencing it live. He missed the cheering, singing, and chanting with the other fans. No one could hear him now. No one could watch football with him. He was... alone. 

Just as Richard was about to be bored to death, his soul was sucked back, and he realized that only an entire year had passed.

'Interesting,' he thought, laughing. “I could bet, invest in companies that will succeed in the future, and get rich. Bitcoin, I'm coming, baby.”

but who could have guessed that Richard would dive so deep into the world of football—From owning a single share to testing the waters as a scout, trying his hand as an agent, and eventually stepping into the world of coaching, before finally diving into the realm of football club ownership. 

It has truly been a full spectrum of football, the highs and the lows. Join us as we welcome Richard Maddox!

Football Dynasty

Harry van Raaij, the current chairman of PSV Eindhoven, bellowed angrily from the directors' box as PSV once again failed to win—this time at home against SC Heerenveen.

"Score a goal already! Let's finally get a win!" he shouted.

"What? You missed that? Defense is the only thing you're good at, and now you can't even do that? Useless lot!"

He finally exploded, no longer caring that people were now staring at him with strange expressions.

The referee's whistle blew. Full time.

Technically, it wasn't a loss—but the atmosphere in the stadium felt like it. From the stands behind the bench, he could hear frustration, see fans shouting and cursing.

"We have to win at home. A draw is no longer enough. The fans feel the same way," he muttered under his breath.

His face was grim. Now, he had to admit it—the decision to let Romário go to Barcelona last year was a mistake.

PSV Eindhoven Trick