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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

As the first half came to a close, the players made their way toward the tunnel.

Both teams maintained an ordinary demeanor, but the City players looked slightly disgruntled. Robertson walked toward the tunnel from the sidelines, while fans in the stands leaned over, gesturing at him in various ways.

Booing, jeering, sarcastic applause, curses, laughter, and even shouts rang out:

"Noisy neighbors, don't get too excited! We're Manchester United, and we won't be easily beaten. So what if you're two goals ahead? By the time the match is over, you'll be crying your way back to Eastlands!"

Of course, the fans knew all about City's grand plan to move to Eastlands—right into the part of town where people dumped their rubbish and stray dogs roamed free. Perfect for a club with their ambitions.

The Mighty Beckham