Am I the Head Coach?

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"Liam, wake up, we're going to start training soon..."

Liam was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt someone pushing him a few times.

He opened his eyes blankly, his consciousness still in a state of chaos, and he felt that the sounds he heard were very strange.

Liam raised his head and gradually came to his senses, feeling pain all over his body.

He was surprised to find that he was not lying on the bed, but on a table.

Next to him was a white man with a high nose, deep eyes, and a tough face, who was leaning over and looking at him with concern.

He finally understood what was wrong with the voice just now. It was an English sentence!

"Today is your first day as head coach. You stayed in the office all night watching videos. Aren't you afraid of having dark circles under your eyes?" The white man smiled when he saw Liam wake up.

Liam felt a little dazed, staring blankly at the white man in front of him. He felt that he looked very familiar, but he just couldn't remember his name.

Where am I? What happened?

Liam looked around, becoming more and more confused.

In front of him was a huge solid wood desk with an old-fashioned computer on it. The monitor was large and heavy, and on the screen was a frozen picture of a basketball game.

On the left side of the room was a huge black bookcase, which, in addition to books, also displayed several trophies.

On the right side was a half-floor-to-ceiling window with two chairs and a table in front of the window.

I've never been here!

Liam was very sure that the layout here was so unfamiliar.

And this white man was not his colleague or client; he just looked familiar, and he must have seen him somewhere.

Suddenly, Liam had an idea and blurted out:

"Are you Brad Stevens?"

The white man looked puzzled, and Liam realized that he had just spoken in spanish.

Liam took a deep breath and repeated in English:

"Brad Stevens?"

"Who else would come to wake you up except me? What's wrong with you? Don't tell me you have lost your memory. You still owe me a pack of Budweiser." The white man smiled teasingly.

Brad Stevens woke me up…

Did I travel through time?

An incredible idea emerged in Liam's mind.

He stood up slowly, and under Stevens' puzzled gaze, he walked step by step to the half-floor window, unbolted the latch with trembling hands, and pushed the window open.

Without the obstruction of soundproof glass, the noise from outside could be felt right in.

There was a path outside the window, with tall trees on both sides. The rising sun hung in the distant east, and the soft sunlight shone through the dense leaves, casting tiny golden spots.

Under the tree, many young people were walking.

A latin boy and a blonde white girl walked together arm in arm with sweet smiles.

A sturdy black boy wearing headphones, with an intoxicated look on his face, his body moving rhythmically.

Liam looked into the distance and saw many young people carrying backpacks and holding a pile of books, chatting and laughing with each other. Without exception, they spoke English.

This is a typical American campus scene.

Liam walked back to the table in a daze, just in time to see the time displayed in the lower right corner of the computer screen: May 25, 2006.

Stevens looked out the window and said:

"What are you looking at?"

Just as Liam was about to speak, he suddenly felt a severe dizziness.

His legs went weak, and he fell into a chair, a series of images suddenly emerging in his mind.

That turned out to be the growth process of another "Liam"!

He grew up in Colombia, from the same place as Liam, had the same parents, and even had the same name and appearance as Liam. He also loved basketball very much.

But unlike Liam, "Liam" was born 12 years earlier than him and dreamed of becoming a basketball coach.

"Liam" resolutely applied for the sports major in the college entrance examination. He studied basketball tactics hard in his spare time and completed all courses in his sophomore year.

With his outstanding academic performance, he went abroad to study at public expense and came to Butler University in Indiana, USA, to study physical education and health.

After arriving in the United States, Liam, through six months of unremitting efforts, impressed the head coach of the Butler University Bulldogs, Lickliter, with his solid theoretical knowledge and sincere enthusiasm, and successfully joined the Bulldogs as an assistant coach.

This year, Liam is 23 years old, has completed all university courses, and graduated successfully.

He wants to continue to follow Lickliter to accumulate coaching experience, and when the time is right, he will take charge of a high school team, starting step by step, and eventually coaching an NBA team. This is his biggest wish.

However, things never go as planned. Half a month ago, when "Liam" and Lickliter were out together, a small truck lost control and crashed into the Chevrolet that Lickliter was driving!

The Camaro rolled three times on the ground and was severely damaged. Lickliter immediately fell into a coma.

But miraculously, "Liam" only suffered minor skin injuries. He struggled to drag Lickliter out of the car, but after only walking five meters, the Chevrolet caught fire.  

Upon examination, it was found that Lickliter had multiple comminuted fractures throughout his body. The serious injuries made it impossible for him to continue serving as the head coach of the Bulldogs.

After waking up, Lickliter recommended Liam to the school as his successor out of gratitude and appreciation for Liam's professionalism.

The Butler University Board of Trustees' first reaction was naturally to reject the proposal.

Although the Bulldogs have not made it to the NCAA tournament many times, and only two players in history have entered the NBA as water cooler managers, they are a very transparent small team in the United States.

But no matter how transparent Butler is, it is still an NCAA Division I team that made it to March Madness four years ago. How could the head coaching position be given to a 23-year-old Colombian?

It's just that Lickliter was seriously injured, and it was difficult to refute his recommendation.

Moreover, after an in-depth investigation by the school's basketball operations department, the Bulldogs players had a favorable impression of this Colombian man and were not opposed to him serving as the team's head coach.

Even Brad Stevens, the assistant coach favored by the board to take over as head coach, expressed his support for Liam.

After comprehensive consideration, the school board finally signed a one-year, $300,000 interim head coach contract with Liam.

Now, the person who performs this contract has become Liam.

After absorbing all the images in his mind, Liam gradually came back to his senses.

He then realized that Stevens was holding his shoulders and looking at him intently:

"Liam, it seems that the accident has left you with sequelae. Do you need me to call the emergency number? You can't work so frantically anymore. You are not Clark Kent, nor Bruce Wayne!"

Liam recalled how his original self was afraid of the ambulance and hurriedly tried to stop it:

"No! I'm fine!"

In the United States, the cost of calling an ambulance is very high for ordinary people.

Although Liam has insurance as an international student, calling an ambulance would cost at least $300.

This is because Indiana is not a developed area; otherwise, the price would be higher.

According to the memories left by the original body, calling an ambulance should never be done easily.

"You are already the head coach of the Bulldogs. You can afford to call an ambulance." Seeing that Liam did not look like anything was wrong, Stevens relaxed and teased him with a smile.

"Haha, you're right..." Liam laughed dryly. "Brad, I probably stayed up too late watching the game video yesterday. I'm a little tired. I just need to rest for a while."

"Then I'll go to the gym first. If anything happens, call me immediately." Stevens made a phone call gesture. "Don't delay too long. Today is your first day as head coach."

After Stevens left, Liam sat in a chair, staring blankly at the quiet yet vibrant Butler University campus outside the window.

"Calm down, calm down... Damn! I'm just a keyboard warrior. At most, I can give advice on the Internet. How can I be the head coach of an NCAA team?" Liam rubbed his face fiercely and growled a few words madly.

He slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling, looking hopeless.

Suddenly, a familiar feeling of dizziness came over him, and a series of images emerged in Liam's mind again.

But this time, the dizziness was much lighter than the last time.

The screen showed various basketball tactical books and piles of notes, as well as game videos that the original body watched after becoming an assistant coach for the Bulldogs and games that he witnessed on the sidelines.

Liam just sat there with a dull expression, staring straight ahead with unfocused eyes.

His attention was completely drawn to the picture in his mind.

Half an hour later, no new images appeared, and Liam breathed a sigh of relief:

"Is this considered after-sales service for time travelers?"

All the images that just appeared remained in Liam's mind, as deep as his innate memories.

From this moment on, he is no longer the veteran fan who has been watching football for more than ten years, but an assistant coach of the Bulldogs with a solid theoretical foundation.

No wonder Lickliter recommended the original body to succeed him.

Not only was he grateful to the original body for saving his life, but the original body's hard work and profound professional accumulation could not be ignored.

He devoted all his time and energy to his dream, read dozens of basketball tactics books, and studied hundreds of classic game videos.

But the original body had never coached a basketball game alone, lacked coaching experience, and was still a long way from being a top basketball coach.

Liam needs to walk this path.

He sighed, slowly stood up, and walked to the bookcase.

In the transparent glass window is a young man who is about 1.85 meters tall, somewhat handsome but not particularly outstanding in appearance. The most impressive thing about him is his two flying sword-like eyebrows.

Because of a night of hard work, the young man's face was a little pale, and there were bloodshot in his pupils.

"We have the same name, and I inherited your memory. From today on, I am the head coach of the Bulldogs. I will carry your dream and my dream with me and move forward with determination."

Liam whispered to himself, carefully smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt, picked up the dark gray Zegna suit on the rattan chair, and put it on neatly.

He tied his tie, bowed deeply and solemnly towards the figure in the glass window, then turned around and strode out of the office.

Note: This novel as you see I changed the name and nationality, as such is more complicated translate it I hope you support it.