Penaltycastle United?

"What dream do you have, Reece?"

"I want to become the world's best right winger."

"Get lost."

"Do you have a dream, Boyle?"

"I want to become the Olympic men's 100-meter champion."

"Then why are you playing football?!"

"Bridge, what about you?"

"I want to appear in Hollywood's Avengers and play the real Captain America."

"I'll go discuss it with Sophia."

Ever since the match against Sunderland, Lu Yang had changed.

All the Newcastle players could feel it.

Because Lu Yang kept asking everyone whether they had any dreams, looking like some giant who made dreams come true.

Could Lu have a terminal illness?

So he wanted to do something for his friends before he left?

The Newcastle players were quite worried.

On the other hand, Lu Yang felt rather helpless.

As his understanding of the system deepened, he discovered that he had the ability to help his teammates improve.

That way, Newcastle's strength might improve further in a short period of time.

Just like Sober, who had leaped from 87 to 93.

But unfortunately, helping teammates through this kind of epiphany was very difficult.

Because most people would not tell others about the deepest desires in their hearts.

It was not that they did not trust Lu Yang. It was simply that some things were hard to say.

For example, Moric's legendary path—he would never speak of it.

I, Momo, really did do it, but I, Momo, will never admit it!

"Lu, come take a look." Flick called Lu Yang into his office and showed him several news reports.

<Everton manager Sheldrew: I never received such preferential treatment when I managed Newcastle United!>

<Sheldrew: If the team I managed had been awarded this many penalties, we'd be second in the Premier League now!>

<Sheldrew: Easterners are always like this.