To become a coach, you must first have the skills of a coach.

But how can you acquire these skills?

William Clark racked his brains, but couldn’t come up with any good solution.

When his brother left, he didn’t leave him anything related to football coaching. Even if he wanted to dig deep into his memory, there was nothing to find.

He rummaged through everything, hoping to find some training notes or something similar.

But there was nothing.

In the end, he only managed to find two textbooks about coaching.

This made him feel as if he had found a treasure.

Although just reading books wouldn’t cut it—armchair strategists can never become real generals.

But it was still better than nothing.

Before, he hadn’t even seen a pig run, let alone eaten pork.

Now, at least he could see what a running pig looked like.

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In the following days, he stayed in his apartment, devouring those basic textbooks.

When he was hungry, he just ordered takeout, not even stepping outside, all to avoid wasting time.

He spent five days skimming through all those books, and there were still many things he didn’t fully understand.

But he was already much better than before. At the very least, he now had something to brag about.

The next step was to find a job to put things into practice...

As for job hunting, William Clark wasn’t as anxious as he was about reading, so he waited until he finished the books before considering it.

In his view, his brother’s resume was so impressive—he’d been to so many countries and worked for so many teams, he was truly experienced. Most importantly, he’d been a coach at Real Madrid’s youth academy! That was like someone having worked at a Fortune 500 company—finding another job elsewhere should be a breeze, right?

So he wasn’t in a hurry.

Since he was going to look, he might as well look for a good one!

His brother had laid a solid foundation for him, so he wasn’t willing to start from the very bottom again.

In Madrid, aside from Real Madrid, the only other club worth considering and that interested William Clark was Atlético Madrid. As for Rayo Vallecano? Sorry, William Clark had no interest in a team destined for decline.

William Clark set his sights on Real Madrid’s city rival.

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The Atlético Madrid official in charge of personnel was a bit surprised as he put down the resume William Clark handed over.

“You previously coached Real Madrid’s Junior B team?” He looked in disbelief at the young Chinese man in front of him.

William Clark nodded.

Although the head coach of Real Madrid’s B team, Castilla, could often land a first-team head coach job elsewhere, that didn’t mean the coach of Real Madrid’s twelfth-level team was also a big shot.

So as city rivals, it was perfectly normal for Atlético Madrid staff not to know who the head coach of Real Madrid’s under-13 Junior B team was.

Let alone a Chinese person?

The fact that a Chinese person could become a football coach was already surprising, not to mention being a coach at Real Madrid...

He knew how high the standards were at Real Madrid’s youth academy—not just anyone could lead a team there.

Even a youth team coach could probably be a head coach in a lower division league.

So this official was a bit suspicious of William Clark’s identity.

He didn’t explain or say anything to William Clark; he just picked up the phone on his desk and started dialing.

“Hello, Jorge? Yes, I want to ask you something. When you played against Real Madrid’s Junior B team with your youth B team, was their head coach a Chinese guy? What? What does a Chinese person look like? Don’t joke! Yellow skin, black hair, black eyes... Okay, okay, I got it.”

Throughout the whole process, he didn’t even look at William Clark.

Damn, he doesn’t believe me!

And he’s showing it so blatantly—calling right in front of me, not even bothering to hide it!

Seeing this, William Clark felt a surge of anger, but he forced himself to hold it back.

Although he didn’t have much real ability, his coaching license was genuine and couldn’t be faked, and the resume of this body was also real. That Atlético official couldn’t possibly know about the two William Clarks, so his suspicion of this William Clark was actually suspicion of the real William Clark who held the coaching license and resume.

The official put down the phone, then a strange smile appeared on his face.

“I noticed your resume says you’ve coached teams in many countries? You started coaching youth teams at a Yugoslav club at twenty-one. But before that, you were a player? So why did you suddenly decide to become a coach?”

William Clark replied expressionlessly, “No talent, no future as a player.”

The official’s smile grew wider.

Seeing his smile, William Clark felt the veins on his forehead twitch, as if he’d just swallowed a fly.