I'm Just a Director, How Can I Lead the National Football Team to the World Cup?

Lin He, who graduated from the Directing Department of the Academy of Art, woke up and traveled to a parallel world. The good news is that the literary and artistic soil in this world is pitifully poor. Any work in his mind will be a dimensionality reduction blow, and the director's path should be smooth. But bad news came one after another - he was unemployed after graduation, rent reminders were plastered all over the door, and the so-called "director" had long been out of business here. He had no script, no investment, no connections, and couldn't even squeeze through the door. What's even more fatal is that the award-winning short film he worked so hard on when he was a student was preemptively taken by his ex-girlfriend, who labeled him a "thief" and his reputation was tarnished. Before he could take a breath, news came from his hometown: his mother was seriously ill and was hospitalized, and needed a large sum of money for surgery. "I'll go, the sky collapse begins." When he was desperate, a football game system suddenly bound him - the system judged that his directing talent could be transformed into tactical command ability, and directly arranged for him a job as the head coach of a professional football team. Lin He treated the competition field as a film set and tactics as a script, and he actually succeeded in playing well, gaining both money and reputation at the same time. The mother's surgery expenses were settled, and her reputation gradually became famous in football. But Lin He never forgot his real battlefield. "Sooner or later, there will be a place for me in the directing world."