He no longer planned to try his luck with any football teams. Instead, he decided to first find a job that could support him, with the minimum requirement being room and board.

But when he turned his gaze to the classified ads filled with all kinds of job postings, the very first thing that caught his eye was a piece of information related to football.

“Getafe Football Club, located in the satellite city of Getafe in southern Madrid, is seeking a head coach for the C team. Salary negotiable. Address…”

Just this one simple sentence, with no other eye-catching marks, hidden among the dense array of job listings, yet William Clark spotted it at a glance.

Perhaps this was fate?

William Clark lifted his head and looked again in the direction where the old beggar had left.

Aside from the bustling crowd, there was nothing there.

He lowered his head again to look at the newspaper.

He remembered that he really hadn’t tried his luck at Getafe yet.

After hitting a wall at Atlético Madrid, he had left Madrid directly and gone elsewhere.

Back then, he was still quite confident in his own résumé.

He thought that with such rich coaching experience, and having coached in the Real Madrid youth team, such an outstanding résumé would surely impress those clubs—wouldn’t it be easy to win them over?

Since that was the case, he certainly couldn’t waste the solid foundation his brother had created for him.

But reality was harsh. For a Chinese person to prove himself in a world where football was so highly developed, even with those credentials, it didn’t necessarily mean he would be trusted.

To put it bluntly, it was still the label attached to him.

A yellow-skinned, black-haired Chinese person… Who had ever heard of a Chinese coach? Or even… did Chinese people know what football was? Did they understand football? Could they play?

Everyone had their doubts.

They questioned William Clark’s abilities or qualifications.

At first, William Clark was furious, but later he became numb. He realized this was just reality. Even though China had been open to the world for twenty years, the world still lacked understanding of China.

Especially in football.

Because Chinese football was so weak, Chinese football people lacked confidence on the world stage.

Players might be a bit better off, but coaches had no status at all.

Beaten down by reality and out of options, William Clark was already planning to look for a dishwashing job, but unexpectedly saw a job ad in the newspaper for a club coach in the suburbs…

Could it be that after reaching the end of the road, a new path had opened up?

Getafe—a name that, as a time-traveling football fan, was definitely not unfamiliar to him.

Because in a few years, they would step onto the La Liga stage and become a La Liga team.

But even though William Clark was a time traveler, he actually knew very little about this team and club.

He only knew that Getafe was called “Real Madrid’s satellite club” because many players from Real Madrid’s youth academy had played or were playing for Getafe, and it was said that the club president of Getafe was even a member of Real Madrid…

But beyond that, he didn’t know much.

Getafe was still in the Segunda División now, but for him, he no longer had the luxury of being picky.

Getafe was also an option.

What surprised him was that, even though Getafe was a Segunda División team, why would they post a job ad in the newspaper? And in such an inconspicuous way… He had truly never seen a professional club recruit a coach through a newspaper ad…

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The president of Getafe Football Club, Francisco Flores, looked with great interest at the Chinese man in front of him.

From the moment this young man walked in, his eyes had been fixed on him, sizing him up with curiosity.

When the young man entered, he looked travel-worn, like a driver who had just finished the Dakar Rally, carrying a huge backpack and dragging a battered suitcase with chipped paint, his hair long and his beard scruffy.

He looked less like someone applying to be a football coach and more like a contestant on a wilderness survival reality show…

William Clark was also sizing up the president of Getafe in front of him.

He hadn’t expected that for the position of C team head coach, the club president would personally conduct the interview. In fact, after two months of running around, he hadn’t even met a single club’s general manager, let alone a club president.

Normally, recruitment was handled by dedicated staff; there was no need for the club president to get involved.

But today was a special case.

When Flores saw the name of the coach applying for the job, he decided to conduct the interview himself.

Because just a few days ago, he had heard a very interesting story at a dinner party. The storyteller had been gesticulating excitedly, and he had laughed heartily as he listened.

The protagonist of the story was a Chinese man named “Sheng_Chang.”

The exact same name as the one on the résumé of the person in front of him.

He wanted to see for himself what kind of person would dare to physically assault a Real Madrid club director twice, and even spit at the deputy director of Real Madrid’s youth academy.

So William Clark received the special treatment of being interviewed directly by the club president.