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Reborn in Football to Build Top Clubs from English League Two

Chapter 208 : The Value of ”Noise” and the Glory of the Youth Army · Oct 01, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 : The Miracle at Goodison Park 2026-10-01
202 Chapter 202 : Dream Theater’s ”Rehearsal” and the King’s Gamble 2026-10-01
203 Chapter 203 : Crowned at Old Trafford! 2026-10-01
204 Chapter 204 : Ferguson’s invitation and the ”super child labor” program 2026-10-01
205 Chapter 205 : The Art of Rotation and the Unbeaten Body 2026-10-01
206 Chapter 206 : A King’s Ransom and a New Stadium Agreement 2026-10-01
207 Chapter 207 : The coronation of the new king and the departure of the knights 2026-10-01
208 Chapter 208 : The Value of ”Noise” and the Glory of the Youth Army 2026-10-01
209 Chapter 209 : Finals ticket and three-way rush 2026-10-01
210 Chapter 210 : The Wembley Promise and the Legacy of the ”Godfather” 2026-10-01
211 Chapter 211 : Lift the Kalin Cup! 2026-10-01
212 Chapter 212 : Tickets to European competitions and the ambition of a ”treble” 2026-10-01
213 Chapter 213 : The touchstone of ”iron and blood” 2026-10-01
214 Chapter 214 : Coveted by all of England 2026-10-01
215 Chapter 215 : Champions! We are the Championship champions! 2026-10-01
216 Chapter 216 : The Birth of the Young King 2026-10-01
217 Chapter 217 : Another fight with Wenger! Three wins over the Gunners! 2026-10-01
218 Chapter 218 : The Triple Crown Gamble and the Rise of an Empire 2026-10-01
219 Chapter 219 : One step away from miracles 2026-10-01
220 Chapter 220 : The King’s Wedding and the Dragon’s Roar 2026-10-01

208: The Value of ”Noise” and the Glory of the Youth ArmyInside the conference room of the Phoenix Training Center, Ben Carter was drafting a sharply worded response statement.

Mark Hughes’ provocative remarks had spread throughout England, and the Manchester City manager’s comment that ’money can buy victory’ had enraged Hartlepool fans.

”Reply like this,” Lin Feng said, reviewing the statement and circling the last paragraph.

”We welcome Manchester City to test the strength of the Northern Dragon’s walls with money.”

Carter nodded, making a note, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

Such a direct confrontation was sure to spark a new round of heated discussions in the media.

Less than an hour after the statement was released, Lin Feng’s phone rang incessantly.

A representative from Nike proactively contacted him, hoping to renegotiate the sponsorship contract while the buzz was still high.

”Five years, eighty million pounds,” the Nike representative’s voice was urgent, ”This is the highest price we can offer.”

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping the table.

This price already surpassed most Premier League teams and was an astronomical sum for a Championship club.

”Deal,” his answer was concise and powerful.

News of the contract signing quickly spread, shaking the entire football world.

The commercial value of a Championship team had actually reached the level of a European giant.

On this day, the user data of ”Northern Storm TV” also broke the 100,000 mark.

Lin Feng immediately gathered the production team and began preparations for the club documentary ”Rise of the Dragon.”

”I want to see every detail,” he emphasized to the production director, ”From League Two to the Championship, from unknowns to cup champions, this is a complete story of transformation.”

The production team nodded excitedly; they knew this would be a work that would go down in history.

Global streaming platforms had already begun discussions, and pre-order interest exceeded everyone’s expectations.

At the same time, ”Northern Capital”’s investment portfolio expanded again.

Lin Feng quietly acquired a small technology company that held patents for VR live broadcast technology, a strategic move ten years ahead of its time.

”Virtual stadium viewing experience,” he described the future blueprint in an internal meeting, ”Fans can sit at home but feel every shout from the live venue.”

Although the investment team did not fully understand the value of this technology, they had absolute faith in their boss’s vision.

Every seemingly crazy investment ultimately proved his foresight.

On the youth team training ground, a group of teenagers were sweating profusely.

Sterling made continuous changes of direction on the wing; his speed left defenders helpless.

Stones commanded and organized from the back, his ability to read the game far exceeding his peers.

Luke Shaw’s left-footed crosses were precise and powerful, every assist full of threat.

These ”super child laborers” were proving with their performance that Lin Feng’s investment was worthwhile.

”In the Youth FA Cup final, our opponent is Arsenal U18,” the youth academy director reported the latest situation to Lin Feng, ”The kids are in great form and confident of winning the Championship.”

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction.

The success of the youth team was the cornerstone of the club’s future.

The Phoenix Training Center was hailed by the media as ”England’s La Masia,” a title that filled him with pride.

In the office, Sophie was flipping through wedding dress magazines.

Her face glowed with happiness, and the diamond ring on her left hand sparkled under the light.

”Will the wedding be too rushed after the season ends?” she asked, looking up, her eyes full of anticipation.

Lin Feng walked to her side and gently stroked her hair.

”Everything will be arranged perfectly.

My queen deserves the most perfect ceremony.”

Sophie nestled in his arms, a great sense of happiness welling up in her heart.

From being a skeptical reporter to now the mistress of the club, this transformation felt incredible to her.

Cheers erupted from the youth team training ground.

Lin Feng decided to personally go and see the performance of these future stars.

By the training ground, Sterling was practicing one-on-one dribbling.

His explosiveness caught defenders off guard, and several successful dribbles earned applause from his teammates.

”Your moves are too flashy,” Lin Feng walked to the sidelines, his voice calm yet full of authority, ”Football is a team sport, and individual skill must serve the overall tactics.”

Sterling stopped, looking nervously at the legendary boss.

Other players also gathered around, their eyes full of awe.

”You are very fast, but you need to learn to use it at the right time,” Lin Feng pointed to the positioning on the field, ”See that gap?

Cut in directly; no unnecessary moves are needed.”

Sterling re-attempted according to the instructions, this time choosing the simplest and most direct way to break through.

The effect was immediate, and the entire breakthrough process was clean and neat.

”Remember, the most effective is often the simplest,” Lin Feng patted his shoulder, ”You have the talent to become a world-class player, but you need the right guidance.”

Next, he commented on each player’s performance one by one.

Stones’ passing needed more variation, and Luke Shaw’s defensive positioning still needed adjustment.

These talented teenagers listened intently; every word from Lin Feng was like an enlightenment.

For the first time, they felt what true football wisdom was.

”The boss’s vision is truly sharp,” the youth academy coach remarked from the side, ”These kids are like transparent in front of him.”

After training, Lin Feng did not leave immediately.

He stood by the sidelines, watching these sweating teenagers, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.

”They are the future of the club,” he whispered to the youth academy director beside him, ”Train them well; in ten years, they will shock the world.”

On the eve of the decisive battle, the atmosphere in the Victoria Park stadium’s changing room was tense.

The players were making their final preparations, and every face was filled with concentration.

Lin Feng did not give tactical instructions but instead turned on the projector.

The screen showed footage of the youth team’s journey to the final.

Sterling’s speed, Stones’ composure, Luke Shaw’s assists—every shot was full of youthful vitality and a thirst for victory.

”Gentlemen, do you see?” Lin Feng’s voice echoed in the silent changing room, ”Behind you, a group of younger, hungrier wolf cubs are growing.”

The players watched the screen intently, the fighting spirit on the young faces infecting everyone present.

”The ticket to Wembley, you have to fight for it yourselves,” Lin Feng turned off the projector, his gaze sweeping over every face, ”Because you are their role models.”

Vardy clenched his fists, fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

De Bruyne took a deep breath, his face etched with determination.

Henderson stood up, pounding his chest.

These words were more effective than any tactical briefing.

The players’ sense of honor and urgency was completely ignited, and the entire team’s fighting spirit reached its peak.

”For those kids!” Captain Nelson shouted, raising his arm, ”For the glory of Hartlepool!”

A thunderous roar erupted in the changing room, everyone accumulating energy for the upcoming battle.

On match day, tens of thousands of fans gathered outside Victoria Park stadium.

They held up various banners, the most striking of which read: ”This is Hartlepool, not a shopping center!”

Inside the stadium, a giant TIFO was unfurled in the stands.

In the image, a majestic Northern Dragon was stepping on a bag of money, its dragon eyes gleaming with disdain.

This image perfectly encapsulated the fans’ attitude: money can buy players, but it cannot buy dignity and glory.

In the away stands, Manchester City fans were not to be outdone.

They waved sky-blue scarves and sang their team’s anthem.

The confrontation between the two sets of fans filled the entire stadium with tension.

In the players’ tunnel, both teams were preparing to enter the field.

Hartlepool’s players’ faces were calm, but the fire in their eyes burned.

They knew this was not just a game but a contest of dignity.

Lin Feng sat in the executive box, holding a cup of coffee.

Sophie nestled beside him, biting her lower lip nervously.

”Are you confident?” she whispered.

Lin Feng did not answer, only gently stroked the back of her hand.

His gaze was as firm as steel, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

On the field, the referee was checking the equipment.

The turf was lush green under the lights; every inch of the land had witnessed the team’s miracles.

The fans in the stands had begun to sing in unison, a massive wave of sound breaking through the clouds.

This was Hartlepool’s night, and the moment for the Northern Dragon to spread its wings and soar.

All preparations were complete; the decisive battle was about to begin.

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