"Rebirth of the Football Tycoon".

On the first day of training, Loew arrived early, only to find the club's chairman, David, standing on the training ground in sportswear, complete with a whistle hanging around his neck. David's outfit looked strikingly similar to Loew's own.

"My sir, is this the first training session? Are you planning to fire me and take over as coach?" Loew joked, but there was genuine concern behind his words.

David shrugged, pretending not to understand the meaning behind Loew's remark, his face feigning confusion.

"With an outfit like that, are you sure you're not planning to replace me as coach?" Loew asked, though he still kept his tone light, as if making a joke.

"I never told you I would be an assistant coach for any team," David replied, keeping up his innocent act, even though he hadn't actually said anything to contradict Loew's comment.

Loew's expression darkened slightly. He had hoped for more control when he took on the role of manager at Notts County. All his authority seemed to be centered on training and match tactics, but now, even the chairman seemed to be getting involved as an assistant coach. How much power would he actually have left?

Seeing the slight unease in Loew's face, David understood his concerns and placed a friendly arm around his shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, my friend. I'm not here to take over. You know me—I'm a huge fan. Even as chairman, I don't want to sit behind a desk all day. I want to be on the sidelines, watching the team, cheering them on. Being an assistant coach is the perfect role for me."

Loew's concerns began to ease, though he couldn't help feeling a little regretful about his decision to take the job.

David, sensing Loew's continued hesitation, added, "Honestly, you don't need to worry about anything. I'll clear the path for you. If the team ever faces some injustice or the emotions run high during a match, I can step in and deal with it. You focus on the tactics. Leave the protests to me!"

Loew could only laugh at David's well-meaning but somewhat naive suggestion. This chairman was really unreliable—or perhaps just a die-hard fan who had no concept of the managerial role. Still, Loew decided to relax. With a grin, he nodded, accepting David's offer of help, though he remained silent.

To David's surprise, after their discussion, Loew actually delegated some of the assistant coaching duties to him. While it wasn't about tactical training, the responsibility still excited David. His new role had real potential.

Indeed, Loew had made him the team's psychologist.

The role of a team psychologist had become increasingly important in modern football, where stress and pressure were constant. Not every player had the mental resilience to handle the high demands of the sport. A player's mental state could significantly affect their performance—if their mind was in a good place, they could exceed expectations; if not, their game could suffer.

David, now unexpectedly part of the coaching staff, found himself thinking about how to approach this new role. He could feel himself slipping deeper into the assistant coach persona. He was, after all, a fan first and foremost, and now he was becoming more involved than he had ever expected.

As the players began arriving for training, it became clear that this was a brand-new team. The squad barely knew each other. Players from different countries stood together, unsure of how to interact. With only two English players in the first team, Notts County had truly become a mercenary force, with only a few familiar faces.

But there was no requirement for local players at the moment, and David was confident that the Notts County youth academy would one day become the best in the world, producing top talent for years to come.

Loew, despite having had some time off, had not been idle. He had already studied the transfer list, familiarized himself with the strengths of his new players, and began working on tactics for the upcoming season. Though he had only recently joined Notts County, he was already fully immersed in the work.

Loew brought his trusted assistant, Buchwald, along to help with the physical training sessions. While Buchwald worked with the players, Loew and David stood on the sidelines discussing the next steps.

"David," Loew began, "we have 21 players in the first team, which is barely enough for each position, but it's just enough to handle the league. If we want to compete in the cup, we need to strengthen the squad."

David nodded, but his face showed a hint of surprise. This lineup was built according to his vision, and it seemed more than capable of handling the demands of the league. If they added a third goalkeeper, the squad would be complete, and with 22 players, they could handle the 46 games of a season in League Two.

He hadn't expected the team to make much of an impact in the cup competitions. The League Cup and the FA Cup were prestigious, but for a team in the second division, winning either of those seemed out of reach. Their main goal was promotion.

But Loew, it seemed, had bigger plans.

"Yu Ahim," David said, choosing to speak frankly, "I know better than you the potential of these players. They're young and haven't had much experience, but our goal this season is clear—promotion. The cup is secondary."

Loew shrugged, not deterred by David's caution. "Sure, promotion is our primary goal, but with such an excellent lineup, shouldn't we aim higher? Winning the cup, even if it's just the League Cup, would be huge for a team like ours in League Two. Imagine, a second-division team representing England in the UEFA Cup—wouldn't that be an incredible achievement for Notts County?"

David was momentarily speechless, his eyes widening at the thought. A third-tier team winning a cup and making it to the UEFA Cup? It sounded absurd, but the idea was undeniably exciting.

Loew saw the shock in David's face and quickly added, "Even if we don't win the cup, just imagine the growth of our young players. Facing Premier League and League One teams in the cup will give them invaluable experience, far more than they would get in the league. Their potential is limitless."

David, still caught off guard, could only nod in agreement. Perhaps Loew's ambition wasn't as far-fetched as it seemed. The possibilities were starting to seem endless.