Chapter 1

The sky was blue, the ground green.

The sunlight shone on his face, a bit blinding.

Wansheng squinted his eyes to adjust to the light, gradually making out the scene before him. It was a green meadow, with a group of children playing on it.

No, they weren't playing.

They were a group of teenagers, divided into two teams, their red and white jerseys clearly distinguishable. They were all chasing a soccer ball—obviously, it was a soccer match among the teenagers.

This kind of scene was really hard to come by in daily life...?

Forget about a soccer match among teenagers, there wasn't even a soccer field around. Such an open green space was also very rare; one would probably have to go to a special park or school to see something like this.

Wansheng felt something was off.

Before he could react, his mind was filled with a haze, a flood of memories, someone else's memories.

...

He, also named Wansheng, was a Chinese international student, 25 years old.

His major in college was quite interesting, sports science? It seemed quite profound.

This Wansheng was indeed very capable. He was a complete scholar, breezing through all his college courses and mastering English, German, French, Russian, Spanish, and Italian, in addition to his native Chinese, making him fluent in seven languages.

He also had a strong personality.

After graduating from college, he didn't rely on his language skills to find a decent job. Instead, he began pursuing his dream—becoming a professional soccer coach.

Thus, his 'scholar' abilities came in handy again.

In just two years, he passed various exams and obtained various coaching certificates. Until two months ago, he realized he had obtained all the certificates he could, and his living expenses were getting tight. Only then did he think of finding a coaching job to officially start pursuing his dream of becoming a coach.

But work and study were different.

For a young man with a degree in sports science, even with a coaching certificate issued by FIFA, it was very difficult to break into the soccer world. In the past two months, he had faced many rejections. It wasn't until a week ago that he came to Manchester and met the head coach of Manchester United's youth team, McGinnis, and got an opportunity.

Gilberto, the coach of Manchester United's youth team, was busy managing three youth teams, so he needed an assistant to help manage the U-12 team.

Wansheng's success in the interview might have been due to his luck.

When he was waiting outside McGinnis's office, he was quite agitated. Thinking he was being ignored, he impulsively burst in and saw McGinnis and a female staff member engaged in something everyone likes.

That snow-white butt was truly tempting...

McGinnis was so startled that he almost wilted. Without even looking at Wansheng's resume, he dismissed him with, "Go find Gilberto."

And just like that, Wansheng officially became a coach for Manchester United's youth team.

It's worth noting that before leaving, Wansheng didn't forget to take a photo of McGinnis's embarrassed state with his brick-like phone. He found it quite amusing and thought it would be a good way to mock McGinnis if they ever had an equal conversation in the future.

He really thought far ahead.

Now, the U-12 team he was coaching was playing a friendly match against the Manchester East Youth Soccer School team.

Wansheng had traveled through time.

Browsing through the memories, Wansheng sighed in relief at his good fortune.

He was originally a low-life male in 2014, single, poor, and down on his luck... and very unlucky, even getting hit by a car at a traffic light. He didn't know what happened afterward, but he must have said goodbye to the world to end up here, reincarnated as this guy with the same name.

In his previous life, Wansheng was an orphan who loved soccer since his youth. His hobby was watching soccer matches, and his lifelong dream was to become a soccer coach.

The dreams of the two Wanshengs were so similar.

It was just that the Wansheng who studied abroad had just started to realize his dream when it was GAME OVER, while the Wansheng born in New China had no chance to realize it but directly traveled through time to achieve the result. The mysterious changes in this world were truly unfathomable.

Wansheng sighed repeatedly, "The heavens have been kind to me!"

The only thing he was slightly dissatisfied with was that this Wansheng, oh, no, he himself was a bit chubby... cough, he still liked himself, but thinking about it, he wasn't much better in his previous life. Everything from his past life was just a fleeting memory.

He needed to look forward!

Lifting his head, chest out, he focused on the match on the green field. A voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Wansheng, you have become the head coach of Manchester United's U-12 team! The Training Master system is loading. After the loading is complete, the system will automatically analyze the player data of those under your command."

The voice sounded only once and then disappeared.

Wansheng looked around in confusion, thinking it might have been a hallucination from the sudden influx of memories. He didn't pay much attention and focused on the youth team match before him.

The team in red jerseys was Manchester United's youth team, the one he was coaching. The team in white jerseys was the Manchester East Youth Soccer School team. The players from both teams were going back and forth on the field, playing very intensely.

Wansheng was a seasoned soccer fan in his previous life, and with the memories of this life, he quickly noticed a problem.

His young players were individually much more skilled than their opponents, but as a team, they didn't have an advantage. The reason was that these young players seemed afraid of direct physical confrontations with the opponents.

After watching for a little longer, he couldn't hold back his frustration and shouted.

"Charge! What are you afraid of! If he dares to charge at you, you should charge back!"

"Go! Move forward!"

"You coward! What are you afraid of! Your skills are so good, go past them and score! It's that simple!"

Wansheng's voice was quite loud, and many people looked over.

Wansheng didn't care at all. Now he was the coach, and these young Manchester United players were his team. He was shouting to tell them what to do.

It was very effective. The young players on the field, hearing his words, were reinvigorated and began to confront their opponents directly. Relying on their superior skills, Wansheng's Manchester United youth team quickly scored a goal. The young player who scored even ran over to hug Wansheng.

Wansheng patted his head and praised, "Well done!"

He liked this feeling.

Watching these young players in red jerseys, constantly striving in the match under his command, a sense of pride welled up in him. Despite being just a group of twelve or thirteen-year-olds, they were still a formal Manchester United team, weren't they?

His lifelong dream in his previous life was to become a soccer coach. Who would have thought he would end up coaching Manchester United!

The heavens were truly kind!

He thanked the heavens for giving him a second chance to become a soccer coach, and being a coach for Manchester United's youth team was definitely a good start.

Life in this new world was truly wonderful.

What Wansheng didn't know was that at the edge of the field, an old man was standing with a frown. If he had seen him, he would have immediately recognized him as Manchester United's legendary manager, Sir Alex Ferguson.

Ferguson had come over following the shouts.

In the Carrington training ground, such loud shouts were not often heard. Today, he was just about to go and check on the youth team when he happened to pass by.

"This is a youth team match," Ferguson muttered to himself, pointing at Wansheng and asking McGinnis, "Who is that young man?"

McGinnis replied, "He is Gilberto's assistant, who joined the team a week ago. He has a coaching certificate, so I let him try."

Ferguson frowned. Wansheng didn't leave a good impression on him, but he still asked patiently, "What does Gilberto think?"

"He hasn't met him yet. Gilberto has been sick and hasn't come to the training ground for a week."

Ferguson nodded, said nothing more, and just glanced at the field before turning and walking away.

From Ferguson's expression, McGinnis knew that the old man didn't have a good impression of Wansheng, and neither did he. He and Julie's relationship was known only to the two of them, and he had to keep it a secret because he was married.

Now, one more person knew, and this person was always at the Carrington training ground. It was hard to accept, and McGinnis was worried about the secret being exposed.

Thinking about Ferguson's frown, a smile flashed across McGinnis's lips.

Perhaps, he had a reason to ask him to leave.