Richard Maddox, a once-promising football prodigy, dreamed of becoming a star. But just as his dream was within reach, it was abruptly shattered when he banged his head on the goalpost, fracturing his skull. Forced into early retirement, Richard vanished from the public eye.

People thought Richard Maddox was done for. However, no one expected that during his unconscious state, his spirit detached from his body. He drifted through time, witnessing the world of football from the perspective of a ghost. It was strange, unpleasant, yet exciting. No need for tickets or travel—he could simply fly.

England, Italy, Spain, Germany—the best football countries in Europe—and even the passionate South America, the energetic Africa, and the growing Asia—Richard observed the rise and fall of football giants, all from the sidelines.

However, watching football from the other side was quite different from experiencing it live. He missed the cheering, singing, and chanting with the other fans. No one could hear him now. No one could watch football with him. He was... alone. 

Just as Richard was about to be bored to death, his soul was sucked back, and he realized that only an entire year had passed.

'Interesting,' he thought, laughing. “I could bet, invest in companies that will succeed in the future, and get rich. Bitcoin, I'm coming, baby.”

but who could have guessed that Richard would dive so deep into the world of football—From owning a single share to testing the waters as a scout, trying his hand as an agent, and eventually stepping into the world of coaching, before finally diving into the realm of football club ownership. 

It has truly been a full spectrum of football, the highs and the lows. Join us as we welcome Richard Maddox!

O'Neill's first confrontation with Wenger in the Premier League ended in a bitter 3-1 defeat for the Frenchman. As the final whistle blew, jubilant chants and cheers echoed through Maine Road.


Then O'Neill strode toward Wenger for a handshake. The exchange was curt, professional—no smiles, no lingering pleasantries. Wenger simply nodded, shook hands, and turned to walk down the tunnel, leaving O'Neill and Mourinho to exchange brief handshakes with their departing players.


If Richard had been present, he might have understood Wenger's struggles in the Premier League. Perhaps Wenger was simply too principled—he never gloat after a victory, and a defeat weighed on him deeply. Social games of pleasantries were beneath him.


Meanwhile, Manchester City fans erupted in celebration of their team's victory. But Miss Heysen and Marina Granovskaia, seated in the directors' box, were seething.


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