Football Coaching Game: Starting With SSS-Rank Player-Chapter 153: All That Was A Dream [2]

Daniel’s voice, cold and final, echoed in the stunned silence of The Gaffer’s Dugout. Ethan’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic, trapped bird. His sister’s horrified face, the confused murmurs of his friends and family... it was all a nightmare.

And then he woke up.

He sat bolt upright in bed, drenched in a cold sweat, the ghost of the corrupted code still flickering behind his eyes.

His heart was a frantic drum solo in the quiet of his room. He looked around. No party. No projector.

No Daniel. Just the familiar, comforting darkness of his own bedroom.

It was a dream. A vivid, terrifying, and utterly convincing stress dream.

He fumbled for his phone, his hands still trembling. The screen lit up, showing the time: 3:14 AM. He had a dozen new notifications, but one stood out. A text from Sarah, sent hours ago, just after she’d gotten home from the party.

Sarah: Hey! We had such a great time tonight! Daniel absolutely loved The Dugout.

He thinks you’re a genius. Said he could talk tactics with you all day. See you in the morning, champ!

Ethan stared at the message, a wave of relief so profound it was almost dizzying washing over him. The game wasn’t gone. His world hadn’t ended. But the fear... the fear was real.

The dream was a manifestation of his deepest anxieties, his "all-out press" tactic against Daniel at the party backfiring in the most spectacular way possible. He had cornered a spy, and in his dream, the spy had detonated a nuclear bomb.

"Okay," he whispered to the empty room, a new, cold clarity cutting through the remnants of his panic. "New game plan."

The next morning, he called Leo.

"A dream?!" Leo’s voice crackled with a mixture of disappointment and tactical excitement.

"You’re telling me the big, dramatic, ’Protocol Zero’ showdown was just a stress-induced hallucination? Man, I was already writing the movie script in my head! ’Gaffer: Endgame’."

"It felt real, Leo," Ethan said, pacing his room. "And it taught me something. My direct engagement tactic was a disaster. I was too aggressive. I showed him my hand, and he saw right through it. I need to be smarter."

"So, the all-out press failed," Leo said, his brain instantly switching to manager mode.

"We switch to a low block and hit him on the counter. We control the environment. We make him come to us."

"Exactly," Ethan said, a slow, brilliant, and slightly devious plan beginning to form. "He thinks he’s a ’massive football nerd’. He thinks he can talk tactics. It’s time to invite him into the real Gaffer’s Office."

"You’re going to invite the spy to watch a match with you?" Leo asked, a note of awe in his voice.

"I’m going to invite my sister’s boyfriend, a fellow football enthusiast, to watch my first ever live stream from The Gaffer’s Dugout," Ethan corrected him, a predatory grin on his face. "We’re going to put him in our world, on our terms. We’re going to see just how deep his ’history of football tactics’ knowledge really goes when he’s under the floodlights."

"That," Leo said after a moment of profound, respectful silence, "is the most beautifully diabolical plan I have ever heard. I love it."

But the Daniel problem, the beautiful, diabolical plan, would have to wait. Because the real world, the one with real consequences and very, very real football matches, was calling.

The first day of the new Championship season arrived. The air in the virtual dressing room of Apex United was a heady, brilliant cocktail of nervous excitement and the quiet, dangerous confidence of a team that had tasted glory and wanted more.

Ethan stood before his new-look squad. The League One champions, now bolstered by the arrival of a legendary striker, an SS-Rank goalkeeper, and an S-Rank defensive rock. They looked... formidable.

"Morning, gaffer," a low, gravelly voice rumbled from the back. It was Marcus Thorne. He was standing with Grant Hanley, the two veteran titans of the team, a picture of grizzled, seen-it-all experience. "Ready for your first day in the big leagues?"

"Ready to show them what a proper team looks like," Ethan shot back, a confident grin on his face.

"Just tell me where to stand, and I’ll put the ball in the net," Thorne said with a simple, world-class shrug.

"Just try not to get sent off in the first five minutes," David Kerrigan chirped from the corner, already juggling a ball with a manic energy.

Ethan clapped his hands, and the room fell silent. "Alright, you champions. Today is the day. The first match of the rest of our lives. The Championship. No more easy games. No more small stadiums. From now on, every single match is a cup final."

He brought up the crest of their opponents on the main holographic screen.

"And our first test," he said, a dramatic pause in his voice, "is a little trip down memory lane. We’re playing Derby County."

A low, excited murmur went through the room. They all looked at Marcus Thorne.

The legend’s face was a mask of pure, unadulterated focus. He just gave a single, slow nod.

"They’re a different team from last season," Ethan continued. "The new owners have sold off all their experienced players. They’re a team of young, hungry kids now. They’ll be fast, they’ll be aggressive, and they’ll be desperate to prove they can win without their old hero." He gave Thorne a pointed look. "We will be better. We will be smarter. And we will be more clinical. Let’s go give their new owners a very, very warm welcome to the league."

They walked out into the roar of a packed, passionate Pride Park. The home crowd was a sea of black and white, but this time, the Apex players didn’t look like scared kids. They looked like champions.

"WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, to a match dripping with narrative, with drama, with pure, unadulterated footballing poetry!" Tactics Tim’s voice exploded through the stream, which was already climbing towards 250,000 viewers. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"It’s the opening day of the Championship season, and it’s a battle of the ages! The new-look, youthful Derby County against the giant-killing, fairytale story of Apex United! But that’s not the headline, is it, Gary?"

"The headline, Tim," Gary ’The Gaffer’ Stone’s voice was a low, dramatic grumble, "is the return of the king. Marcus Thorne, the legend, the man they cast aside, is back. And he’s wearing the enemy’s colors. This is going to be biblical."