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In This Life I Became a Coach

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Demien Walter died on a rain-soaked road in 2025, his career a footnote in football history. A journeyman midfielder whose playing days ended in obscurity. A tactical obsessive whose notebooks gathered dust. A coach whose first opportunity came too late and ended too soon. Until he opened his eyes in 2003, inhabiting the body of Yves Laurent — head coach of AS Monaco. Now, armed with twenty years of football knowledge from a future that hasn't happened yet, Demien faces the ultimate tactical challenge: rewriting history from the touchline. He knows which players will become legends. He remembers which matches change careers. He's witnessed the tactical revolutions that transformed the game. Monaco is just the beginning. With each victory, each tactical masterclass, each deviation from the timeline he remembers, Demien alters football's destiny. From the Champions League's bright lights to World Cup glory, from Milan to Madrid to Manchester, his journey will reshape the beautiful game in ways no one could predict. No cheat codes. No supernatural abilities. No second chances. Just a man with future knowledge in a past world, attempting to build a legacy that even death couldn't erase. Football isn't just played on the pitch. It's won in the mind. And Demien Walter's mind has already lived through everything that's about to happen.
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