Alex Walker was a living legend in the game. Some argue that he was the best midfielder in the world back in his prime... The same people would tell you flat out that he was the worst manager in the world.

Three relegations in his first five years... erratic relationships with his players and tens of millions of money spent on unknown players with little to no identity. 

After suffering a heart-attack on the back of yet another relegation, Alex Walker wakes up to something strange.

[Ding! Coaching system has been awakened!]

The noise inside the San Siro was deafening, rolling in thick, thunderous waves that pulsed with every Inter Milan attack. The stadium was a living beast now, a storm made of concrete and voices. Ever since Inter clawed one goal back, something had changed. There was a shift in the atmosphere, subtle at first, like a gust of wind that you could feel but not see. But now, it was unmistakable. The crowd had caught the scent of momentum. Blood, even. And Inter's players, sensing it too, began to move with an urgency and sharpness that made even Lecce's most composed defenders clench their jaws and brace for impact.


Chapter 47 - Vs Inter Milan (3)