What Do I Do When My Stats Go Through the Roof?

The protagonist gets injured, then the team wins the championship. What's the point of having you if you're not there? The protagonist gets injured, the team loses the championship, the protagonist returns and wins again. That's what writing a book is all about. There's a reason your book flopped.

I won't even go into the chuunibyou (delusional) humor; if you don't believe me, go and see for yourself. The author's intelligence is... Indescribable! Jia: Conquering the top five leagues. Reporter: You're very modest. 😰😰😰

This little update is hardly enough to keep anyone entertained. If the other sites see it, they'll think I'm looking down on them! One more chapter, one chapter for each of us! 😆

I really couldn't continue reading chapters 58 and 59. In heavy snow, they didn't know to switch to long-spiked boots, and none of their teammates or coaches reminded them—are these professional players and a professional team? Then in chapter 59, the protagonist performs an over-the-shoulder throw on an opposing player and gets a yellow card? And then it gets even more ridiculous—the referee gives himself a yellow card! I don't know how they wrote that. I'm leaving now. Goodbye.

The Chinese national football team's start is amazing, the author is awesome!

What did the former top Asian striker, known as "Big Cannon," do wrong? There's absolutely no information about it online right now.

If you can't write a female lead, don't write one. Why the inexplicable marriage? Author, have you never been properly looked at by a woman before? Suddenly there's a woman you can fawn over in your novel?

Another rebirth, plus a cheat system, and he's on the Chinese team again—it's just outrageous.

This is way too exaggerated. You're just a midfield prodigy who debuted a year ago, and you're acting like you're some kind of emperor.

When he arrived in the Premier League, the main players disappeared, appearing less frequently, plagued by injuries, suspensions, and red cards. Crucially, in the early 2000s, £100 million was enough to buy a club. Even if Abramovich was foolish and had too much money, he should have wondered if he'd bought a dud.