I, the modern king football coach, dressed as the demoted Tang Dynasty prince.
The land is poor? Heartbroken? A wealthy family?
Small problem! There are no hard jobs, only brave football dogs!
Come on, come on, if you are a brother, come and play football in my fiefdom!
A descendant of an aristocratic family? You can't trash talk me before the game, right? See the real story on the court!
Refugees? Food and accommodation are included, five insurances and one housing fund after winning the training, and priority in room allocation!
The imperial army? Sorry, my "team" passed you like an early morning road.
When my football league became popular throughout the Tang Dynasty, when my "players" were granted titles and became generals one by one.
My father, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, finally couldn't help but send a VIP private message: "You traitor! What on earth do you want to do!"
I patted the ball at my feet and replied calmly:
"Dad, don't panic. I just want to take over our family's territory.
From the Chang'an League to the World Cup. "
