Alex Walker was a living legend in the game. Some argue that he was the best midfielder in the world back in his prime... The same people would tell you flat out that he was the worst manager in the world.

Three relegations in his first five years... erratic relationships with his players and tens of millions of money spent on unknown players with little to no identity. 

After suffering a heart-attack on the back of yet another relegation, Alex Walker wakes up to something strange.

[Ding! Coaching system has been awakened!]









*cough cough* now that this book has become contracted we're going to need to change the system a little bit (so I don't get migraines  from writing too many chapters).
From now on:

5 golden tickets = 1 extra chapter

75 Power Stones = 1 extra chapter

5 gifts of any kind = 1 extra chapters

1 super gift (magic castle ahh gift) = 5 extra chapters and my eternal gratitude

Back in the locker room, the atmosphere was pure chaos. Not the bad kind, but the loud and beautiful kind, the kind that only comes after surviving hell and walking out with all your limbs and three points to show for it. Music blasted from someone's speaker in the corner, completely drowning out whatever playlist Alex had tried to approve earlier. Shirts were off, boots were scattered like shrapnel across the floor, and someone had cracked open a bottle of champagne from God knows where. Banda, barefoot and shirtless, was dancing on top of one of the benches like he had just won the lottery.


Chapter 68 - A Magical Night