As for other information, he didn’t know a single bit more.

He didn’t even know this person’s past experiences, or why a Chinese person, and such a young one at that, could become a coach for Real Madrid’s youth team.

But he didn’t dwell on this matter for long. After quickly understanding his situation, William Clark didn’t feel pain or confusion—instead, he felt excitement!

Yes, excitement!

Because fate had let him transmigrate into the body of a football coach. This was his favorite profession. He had worked as an advertising copywriter, a door-to-door salesman, and even set up a street stall. Right after graduating from college, he’d grabbed his guitar and gone to the subway station in his university city to sing and perform for money...

But his favorite profession was being a football coach.

Because he loved football.

That was also why he was crazy about playing the FM Football Manager game. Since he couldn’t be a coach in real life, he could only fulfill his dream in the virtual world.

He felt that fate letting him transmigrate into the body of a football coach might be destiny—after reading so many online transmigration novels over the years, when something like this happened to him, he immediately became a firm believer in this kind of “fate.”

Fate brought him here, so there must be a reason.

In his previous life, he could be considered a failure. But now, he had a chance to start over.

This time, no matter what the cost, he was going to become a winner!

A winner—both on the pitch and in life!

He jumped naked out of bed, went to the window, and clasped his hands in thanks toward the sky outside, which was glowing golden in the morning light.

Thank you, Heaven. This time, I, William Clark, will not let you down!

Chapter One: Damn, I’ve Been Played!

William Clark squatted on the grass at the edge of the pitch, pulled out a blade of grass, and stuck it in his mouth.

In front of him was a simple football field.

On the pitch, young players from both sides were fighting for possession.

Behind him, on the stands, the parents of the home team’s young players were loudly cheering for their children.

This was the Chamartín training base of Real Madrid Club.

As a die-hard fan, William Clark knew this wasn’t the later, well-known, luxurious Valdebebas Sports City that covered 120 hectares.

This was the old training base that Real Madrid used before Valdebebas was officially put into use—the old sports city, Chamartín.

Chamartín was actually the original name of the Bernabéu Stadium. At first, the Bernabéu was called Estadio Chamartín. Later, to honor the greatest president in Real Madrid’s history, Santiago Bernabéu, the stadium was renamed to the name everyone knows today.

However, while the stadium’s name changed, the training base kept the name Chamartín.

In this old training base, which was less than twelve hectares, Real Madrid’s first team and all its youth teams were crammed together.

Real Madrid’s first team, Real Madrid B team Castilla (Real_Madrid_Castilla), Real Madrid C team (Real_Madrid_C), under-20 Juvenil A (Juvenil_A), under-20 Juvenil B (Juvenil_B), under-20 Juvenil C (Juvenil_C), under-17 Cadete A (Cadete_A), under-17 Cadete B (Cadete_B), under-15 Infantil A (Infantil_A), under-15 Infantil B (Infantil_B), under-13 Alevin A (Alevin_A), under-13 Alevin B (Alevin_B), under-10 Benjamin A (Benjamin_A), under-10 Benjamin B (Benjamin_B)...

Every day, more than a dozen teams trained here. Add in the fans who came to watch training and matches, and it was extremely crowded.

Because the Chamartín training base was located on Madrid’s bustling Paseo de la Castellana, basically in the city center, and surrounded by all kinds of Spanish multinational companies and office buildings, there was no room for expansion. So it was only a matter of time before this training ground was abandoned.

The transmigrated William Clark knew very well what would happen after this.

But right now, he didn’t care about the fate of the Chamartín training base.

He cared about his own fate.

His predecessor, also named William Clark, was clearly quite capable. Otherwise, how could a 27-year-old Chinese man become the head coach of a Real Madrid youth team, even if it was just the third-from-bottom under-13 B team?

However, William Clark didn’t know what abilities his predecessor had, or why he could become a coach in Real Madrid’s youth academy.

His predecessor hadn’t left him anything, except for things that couldn’t be taken away, like the FIFA A-level coaching certificate. As for how to coach a team, his mind was a complete blank.

He could still fake it when directing a match, shouting things like, “Keep your shape!” “Push up, push up!” “Get back quickly!” He could talk tactics with confidence, putting on a real show—just like Zhao Kuo, all talk and no substance.

But when it came to training, that was a completely unfamiliar field to him.