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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

The day before the Lincoln City match, at precisely 7:30 AM, Andrea Pirlo locked the door of his dormitory room in Manchester and made his way down the staircase. He felt light on his feet—recharged from a hearty breakfast of yogurt, whole-grain toast, creamed rice, tinned fruit, and fresh juice.

He took his nutrition seriously. The club's dietician was strict, insisting that every player begin the day with energy-rich foods. Sugars and starches quickly converted to glucose, fueling high-intensity training. Pirlo didn't complain—he embraced the structure.

As he bounded down the last flight of stairs and reached the lobby, he was about to push open the front door when something caught his eye.

A familiar figure stood near the mailboxes, thumbing through a stack of envelopes.

The man looked up. It was Joan Capdevila.

Pirlo, Savage, and Van Bommel, Who is the Best?