Football: With Cheats Like These, Why Even Train?

I haven't finished reading it, but I just can't help but rant. The first chapter is incredibly long and tedious, with extremely simple character relationships—no random additions. If it weren't for the multiple female leads, I wouldn't have bothered reading further. Then the second and third chapters are also incredibly long and tedious introductions.

The protagonist's reasoning was good, but it's getting frustrating. After joining the Hong Kong team, there were quite a few plot points about attacks on the protagonist from within mainland China, and it seems like there will be even more in the future. But the protagonist can only suffer and appear magnanimous, creating an endless, deadlocked situation that's making the reading experience increasingly worse.

Sports novels should be like this: a private life filled with eating, drinking, having fun, and all sorts of wild abandon. I don't know what kind of novels those virgin stories about virgins with systems in the sports world are written!

I'm going to become a fan of the author because I really enjoyed reading it! The author's writing is excellent, the off-field introductions are concise, and the match descriptions are free of unnecessary details. As long as the author remains the same, I'll follow this book forever! Keep it up, author!

Why did the protagonist listen to Ferguson and play conservatively? There's a bonus for scoring goals, right? The protagonist is already that good; if it's not for the money but for historical status, wouldn't it be better for him to go to a small team and single-handedly lead them to the championship than to go to Manchester United?

The opening is outrageous; it's such an ancient writing style.

The system became marginalized, and so did daily life. As the story progressed, it was all about competitions. I started from the premise, but the result was still homogenized. I became more and more invincible, but the number of competitions increased. Everyone else was invincible, so I focused on daily life. It just got more and more boring.

If you're cultivating immortality, why are you even playing football?!

Another case of someone whose body shape, height, and appearance changed instantly after taking medication, as if everyone else were fools and that their passport photos were fake.

Seeing the idea of ​​opening schools makes me not want to watch anymore. Just thinking about it makes me feel like there's a lot of trouble involved, and there's nothing exciting about it. Do they really have to resort to a roundabout way to save the national football team?