Nicholas Marjan, known as Niels, was an Asian football-obsessed loner in the modern world. A master of FIFA Career Mode, addicted to YouTube tactics videos, and followed every twist of the transfer window like it was life or death, he lived the beautiful game from behind a screen.
Until the day he died.
And woke up in the late 2000s, in the body of a once-promising young player at a lower-league English club. A player whose career had been cut short by a brutal ACL injury. With his playing career over before it could truly begin, his second life offers no glory on the pitch.
But Niels still has one weapon: his mind.
Armed with future knowledge of football's evolution, and guided by a mysterious, almost cheat-like instinct for scouting raw talent, Niels steps into the world of coaching. As an assistant at a struggling lower-league club, he begins to reshape the team from within challenging outdated tactics, unearthing hidden gems, and reigniting hope in the dressing room.
His methods are unorthodox. His instincts, uncanny. And soon, whispers about the "young coach with a gift" begin to spread.
This isn’t the story of a player chasing glory. It’s about someone reborn to change the game from the sidelines. From forgotten training grounds to Europe’s biggest stages, Niels is on a mission, 
not just to win, but to rewrite what it means to lead.
He once dreamed of lifting trophies as a player.
Now, he'll do it as a coach.

The air at Wembley buzzed with electricity as the final whistle blew. A roar exploded from the Crawley fans red scarves waving, voices shouting "Craw-ley! Craw-ley!" with pure joy and disbelief. The red-clad supporters filled the stands like a rising tide, their chants echoing through the stadium.


On the pitch, Crawley Town's players stood in awe, soaked in sweat and glory. They had done the unthinkable beating Chelsea 2-1 in the FA Cup Final. Giants had fallen, and history had been made.


The pitch was a whirlwind of emotion. Max, still gasping for breath, was lifted onto Thiago's shoulders, his body trembling with adrenaline. His eyes, red and glassy, searched the crowd and locked onto a young boy in a Crawley scarf, screaming his name. Max pointed back at him, a wide grin breaking across his face. The boy's cheers grew louder, his small fists pumping the air in triumph.


Chapter 92 - The Triumph at Wembley