1 Chapter 1 Do You Want Me to Be Your Coach

"Now you are the boss of the Morecambe Club, Mr. Charles, thank you for your acquisition."

Charles opened his eyes in confusion. A man in a suit was smiling in front of him warmly and reaching out his hand.

Morecambe Club? Boss? What was going on?

Charles tried hard to recall that he was an old fan of Britain. His only dream was to be able to play on the court one day, but unfortunately, he did nothing all his life.

In this society where there was a huge gap between the rich and the poor, the poor barely had a day to escape from poverty. The money from the daily chores was only enough to support their lives, let alone the chance to participate in the ball games.

However, he had traveled through time.

In this new identity, he returned to decades ago. He was a noble child and was born a noble gentleman.

He was generous and targeted the small team of the fourth-level competition, Morecambe.

The reason was simple. He just liked the shrimp on the logo!

Charles came to his senses and accepted his identity.

He reached out and shook hands with the man.

The man's name was Laise, the head of the club.

Although the financial crisis the team was about to face had been solved, he still didn't believe that the young master would spend a lot of money buying this unknown team.

"Boss, there is one thing I don't understand. Why did you purchase this team?"

Laise had a weird look in his eyes and seemed confused.

Charles thought for a while, but he couldn't tell him the reason that the logo looked good.

After all, this would make this team think that he was an unreliable person.

"I want to lead this team to glory, to the top of The Premier League!"

"Think about it. Is there a sense of accomplishment for such a small team to be successful, and even to win the championship step by step under my leadership?"

He suddenly became excited, which was also his real thought. As an old fan, he had dreamed of standing in the super league countless times.

Of course, he had been studying the formation and tactics in his previous life. If he could be a coach and cultivate a top team by himself, it would be more exciting!

He couldn't believe what he just heard. He couldn't believe that he could lead the team to enter the super league and win the championship.

There were only two thoughts in his mind. One was that the boss was really ambitious, and the other was that he must be out of his mind!

However, since the club had been acquired, everything would be up to him, because it was related to their survival!

In fact, he also hoped that the team could be better. It would be better if the team could be promoted one or two levels higher, which would also leave some reputation in history.

As long as the team could maintain the current situation and take part in a few small competitions from time to time without the risk of being dissolved, it would be very satisfying.

As for what Charles said, it was not realistic at all. He had been in Morecambe for decades, but the super league was too far away from them.

"Boss, you are really ambitious. But since you have completed the acquisition, everything is up to you. What do we need to do next, please?"

Since the crisis had been temporarily relieved, he didn't think too much. He just wanted to think about the current situation.

Charles was lost in thought. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind.

(The football coach system has been successfully bound!)

(The host can get system points by completing all kinds of tasks given by the system, which can be used to make tailor-made training plans for players, and can even directly improve their physical fitness!)

Charles's eyes lit up. A system, finally it was coming!

It was a blessing. He was still worried that he didn't have the experience of being a coach and couldn't lead the team well. But now, everything had changed.

(Congratulations to the host for getting the green handbag!)

He suddenly raised his head and stared firmly at Laise.

"Then let me be your coach! As for the former one, pay him three months' salary and let him go!"

Charles looked very excited, but Laise couldn't accept it.

Was he really not to make trouble?

Laise didn't look down upon him. To be honest, Laise didn't find that the man in front of him had any talent for being a coach.

He was a little depressed. It seemed that Morecambe might fall into the abyss because of this.

But he had no choice because Charles had bought all the shares of the club!

"Boss, would you like to think about it again? Our coach is..."

"You don't seem to understand. What I'm talking about is an order. You just need to execute it immediately!"

Charles reached out his hand and interrupted him. At this moment, he was very confident and couldn't be questioned.

Laise swallowed. Now the boss looked like a coach to him.

But he didn't know if he had the strength or not.

"What? You don't believe me? Do you think I'm just a young master and come here for fun?"

Charles asked as he read his mind.

"No, boss. How could it be? I would listen to you now. I will do whatever you say."

Of course, Laise didn't have the guts to admit his true thoughts, but Charles patted him on the shoulder.

"I know you are worried. Call all the members of the team here now. I want to see their qualifications."

"Of course, I will spend a lot of money to find some top players around the world in the future. Some of them may be unknown and very young, but they must be indispensable talents in the football industry!"

Charles's eyes seemed to look at a place far away, where he had a super plan to realize his dream.

Laise's eyes widened. Now, the club was facing a more serious crisis, which was that even the number of players was not enough, and now, it could be saved.

Charles looked at the eight footballers helplessly.

"Are these all the players of our club? There are only eight of them. How can they participate in the competition?"

"Boss, our club was a little powerful before, but something happened recently. Several players have left."

"And other super teams found some potential players and offered all kinds of benefits to absorb them. In the end, that's all the players left."

Charles touched his head and thought, "What should I do? It seems that I have to hurry up to find players."

"System, open the green handbag!"

He whispered to himself. Soon, countless football skills and experience as a coach were forcefully infused into his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him had changed.

These eight people had their own strengths and weaknesses. He could even judge them through a single move and immediately propose a training method.

"Is this our new coach? It doesn't seem to be a big deal. He is more like a playboy from a rich family. Does he really have the ability to train us?"

"I heard that he had spent a lot of money buying our club. Now he is our boss!"

"But he fired our former chief coach as soon as he took office. He wants to be a coach anyway. We have become his victims."

The eight players whispered, but Charles had a keen sense of hearing.

It seemed that they still doubted his strength.

"Don't talk. Let me tell you. Now that I'm your coach, it means that I have the ability to do that. If you have any questions, come and have a try!"

Charles suddenly shouted at those people, his eyes full of confidence!