But he couldn't understand why Sheffield United was so difficult to deal with, why a small Championship League could also feel like the Premier League with three or four dominant teams?!
"Just Ma'el."
Neil uttered the name of a Sheffield United player, or rather, the direct cause.
He closed his eyes with a pained expression, as if that name had brought him endless suffering.
As the head coach of a newly promoted Championship team, he was a well-known figure in his hometown city. If he went home to coach a lower-level team, they'd erect a statue of him outside the stadium.
He wasn't born to be a runner-up; he also had noble aspirations and ideals, fought for this position all his life, and eventually broke through among countless peers.
He could control the locker room of a Championship contender team, could immediately make signings when the situation was unfavorable, rapidly enhancing the team's strength to maintain competitiveness!
