I Am Reborn as a Godfather in the Championship

He died in the analysis room at three o'clock in the morning in London. In the last frame frozen before his death, a No. 22 Player ran a perfect gap in the wrong position. When he opened his eyes again, Lynch became the Chinese assistant coach of Real Oviedo, the bottom team in the British Championship. The locker room is divided, the fans are protesting, and the top management is broken - this team has only one breath left, and the No. 22 Who ran out of the gap is being thrown into the corner by the team as a waste with a loose attitude. No one knows what Lynch can see with his left eye—a player's physical hot zone, a passing success rate curve, a dynamic simulation of formation holes. He relied on this "tactical eye" to overturn the head coach's plan during the halftime break, and used three lines of scrawled tactical instructions to turn a 0-3 desperate situation into a 3-3 miracle. But every time he used his Sky Eye, it was like an iron wire was slowly burning deep in his skull. From interim coach to relegation expert, from dark horse in the Championship to a Premier League giant. Diego said, "You will lead the team in training tomorrow." Alex ran cross-cutting moves twelve times until his calf cramped. Jackson changed his catching habit for six years just because "no one ever told me about the direction of my ankle." He crawled out of the body of a data analyst and lived as a man on the sideline. When the last opponent fell and he turned and walked into the tunnel, his left eye twitched for the last time - no data, no pain, just a warm wind.