But he soon realized the low level of Chinese football in this regard. If he continued to grow in such an environment, at most he would only become a coach with a bit of local fame.

However, his goal was to become a world-class head coach, not just an ordinary coach leading training sessions.

For this reason, after obtaining the Chinese Football Association's Class B coaching certificate, he made another surprising decision—to go abroad!

In China in 1993, going abroad was not a privilege everyone could enjoy.

For the vast majority of Chinese people, foreign countries were like another dimension.

Everyone thought he was crazy, but his parents firmly supported him, even if it meant going into debt.

Through various means, they finally managed to send him out successfully.

Starting in the turbulent Eastern Europe, he began his own journey to pursue his dreams—his "Journey to the West."

In the early days, with no experience or reputation, he couldn't find any coaching jobs at all. In order to survive, he did all kinds of work—washing dishes, handing out flyers, working at a gas station... He even searched for food in trash cans and slept on the streets.

But none of this could change his inner pursuit of his dream.

He still walked firmly on this path.

And, as the saying goes, hard work pays off. After moving around to many places and accumulating enough experience and qualifications, he successfully landed a job as an ordinary training coach for Real Madrid's youth team.

Then, through his own efforts, a year and a half later, he replaced the departing head coach of the Junior B team and became the new head coach of the Junior B team. That was just three days before he crossed over...

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Then William Clark woke up from his dream, opening his eyes to see the pale green ceiling and the bright blue sky outside the window with the curtains left open.

Bare-chested, William Clark sat up.

He began to recall the dream.

It felt so real that he thought it wasn't a dream at all, but rather the previous owner of this body introducing himself in this way...

Then he had a very strange feeling.

He took his hands out from under the covers and found that both his fists were tightly clenched.

That was the reason he felt strange.

When he experienced those things in the dream—especially when the former William Clark was so down and out that he had to scavenge for food in trash cans and sleep on the streets, yet never gave up on his dream—he clearly felt that his body, even while deeply asleep, had clenched its fists.

Now his earlier feeling was confirmed. His body hadn't lied to him; he really had clenched his fists.

Why did he clench his fists?

Because William Clark could empathize. This passion and fervor for never giving up on one's dreams also made his own blood boil.

Logically, he shouldn't have such thoughts. The person he had taken over was just a nobody to him, a mere passerby. Who would care about his past? All he needed to do was look forward, think about his own future, and consider what he could gain from this chance at rebirth and transmigration.

So, in the days since he crossed over, he had never wanted to learn about this person's past. Even when searching his mind, he only looked for things related to football training, hoping to find something useful for himself.

When he found nothing, he completely lost interest in the body's previous owner. He hadn't even touched any of the things in the room that belonged to the original owner.

But unexpectedly, the original William Clark had forcibly introduced himself through a dream, sharing his past with him.

William Clark found it very strange, because as he experienced those things in the dream with the original William Clark, he had a certain feeling deep inside.

He could sense that the original William Clark didn't seem to harbor any resentment about being forcibly possessed. Instead, there was helplessness, and... perhaps a kind of expectation.

Maybe it sounds unbelievable to say so.

But that's exactly how William Clark felt in the dream.

It was as if the original William Clark had explained everything to him through the dream, and at the same time entrusted what originally belonged to him to the current William Clark.

And that was... the dream.

The dream of becoming an outstanding football head coach.

This was the dream that a man, who had no talent to become a player but could never give up his love and attachment to football, had fought for over eight years.

But why did he have such a feeling?

Was this feeling just an illusion, or was it real?

If it was real, why did that William Clark do this?

Now, this William Clark sat on the bed, frowning, unable to figure it out.

He didn't have to get up and go to work at the Martin Training Base now, because just yesterday he had been dismissed.

In his previous life, he had just been dismissed, and in this life, he hadn't held the job for long either...

Sigh, am I destined to be a lone star, wandering all my life?

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William Clark couldn't figure out why this was, even though the previous William Clark had appeared to him in a dream, but after all, dreams are still illusory and always leave things unclear.

He felt it was necessary to learn more about the owner of his own body.