In 2024, a top sports agent was unexpectedly reborn and returned to the 2004 summer window deadline to inherit the small English League One club that was on the verge of bankruptcy left by his father. When I woke up, the Scout's Eye system appeared in front of my eyes - a visual attribute panel above each player's head, with potential values accurate to two decimal places. The price of this thin boy was only 300,000, and the system showed that the upper limit of his potential was: 99. His name is Messi.
From the English League One to the Premier League, from the Premier League to the Champions League, with 300,000 to sign the future Ballon d'Or, and with 2 million to cut off the core of the future World Cup champion, every transfer stunned the wealthy clubs. And the family enemies who control Real Madrid can't sit still any longer - the secret war in the transfer market, the head-to-head confrontation in the Champions League knockout rounds, the capital stranglehold of the business empire, all-out war.
When his club lineup gathered all the Golden Ball candidates in the next ten years, the entire European football world that laughed at the bankrupt team finally understood: This is not luck, this is a dimensionality reduction blow.
