Heavenmonarch_

Alex Walker was a living legend in the game. Some argue that he was the best midfielder in the world back in his prime... The same people would tell you flat out that he was the worst manager in the world.

Three relegations in his first five years... erratic relationships with his players and tens of millions of money spent on unknown players with little to no identity. 

After suffering a heart-attack on the back of yet another relegation, Alex Walker wakes up to something strange.

[Ding! Coaching system has been awakened!]









*cough cough* now that this book has become contracted we're going to need to change the system a little bit (so I don't get migraines  from writing too many chapters).
From now on:

5 golden tickets = 1 extra chapter

75 Power Stones = 1 extra chapter

5 gifts of any kind = 1 extra chapters

1 super gift (magic castle ahh gift) = 5 extra chapters and my eternal gratitude

I Coach Football With A System

The San Siro roared to life under the lights, a living, breathing colossus of sound. Flares burned red in the upper stands like angry stars. Flags waved wildly, covering sections of the crowd in black and red. The energy rolled across the grass in pulses, feeding into the players on the pitch.

Alex Walker stood on the sideline with his arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes unblinking. The pitch glowed under the floodlights, and his players held their shape like soldiers trained for siege. Lecce were lined up in a compact 3-5-2, no fancy tricks, no risky openings. Just discipline. Resolve. They were not here to be tourists in football's cathedral. They were here to fight.

AC Milan, decked in their iconic red and black, moved like a machine with golden gears. Each pass was crisp, confident. From the start, they were patient, almost surgical. They didn't rush. They didn't panic. They simply began to probe, to test, to stretch Lecce's structure and look for the first crack.

Vs AC Milan (1)