Chapter 227: Two Records Shattered! A Wild Race Track Spectacle! Let's Conquer the Premier League Together!
As the International Champions Cup (ICC) roared into full swing, football fever in North America and Asia remained sky-high.
Coupled with the Premier League launching its own official preseason campaign, sending multiple clubs to Asia, the global football heatwave this summer only grew stronger with each passing day.
Bayswater Chinese Club, having gradually found their rhythm, went on to win all three of their remaining friendlies:
They first defeated AC Milan 3–1 in Phoenix.Then edged out Arsenal 4–3 at the Cotton Bowl in Dallas, in a thrilling all-out attacking clash.Finally, back in Los Angeles, they beat Real Madrid 2–1 at the Rose Bowl.
With three straight wins, Bayswater closed their preseason tour with six matches total: five wins, one draw, and zero defeats.
Meanwhile, on the East Coast, Ferguson's Manchester United, bolstered by several new signings, also looked greatly improved.
David Luiz, despite an underwhelming spring, began showing his worth in recent matches.
Juan Mata, brought in to fill the void left by Scholes' retirement, was now playing as a central attacking midfielder—though he had been a left winger at Valencia.
In the East Division, United went three for three, defeating Barcelona, Chelsea, and Juventus, and took first place in their group.
Of note, the Bayswater vs. Real Madrid match at Michigan Stadium nearly broke last year's attendance record—109,318 spectators, just shy of 110,000.
Other matches, including at Beaver Stadium, also saw packed stands.
The ICC's popularity was skyrocketing.
After finishing their group stage matches, both Bayswater and United traveled to Bristol, Tennessee.
Earlier in the summer, when the ICC announced the final would be held in Bristol, everyone was confused.
Bristol? They didn't even have a large football stadium!
Why not host it at Michigan Stadium, the biggest venue?
It sounded absurd.
But as the ICC hype machine kept churning and more details emerged, the football world could only marvel at the sheer audacity of the plan.
Bristol might not have a football stadium, but it did have one of the most famous racetracks in the world.
The Bristol Motor Speedway is legendary partly due to its stadium-like design—with fully enclosed stands wrapped all around the oval track.
The circuit stretches 858 meters, giving the impression of a massive, bowl-shaped arena.
In fact, NFL preseason games were once held there in the 1960s.
Back then, capacity was just 18,000.
Over the decades, particularly from the 1990s onward, the venue kept expanding.
By 2000, it held 147,000 spectators.
A 2007 renovation boosted it to a theoretical capacity of 153,000.
Emphasis on theoretical—because no one really knows exactly how many it can hold.
The venue had never been sold out—until now.
And the ICC had chosen this venue for their grand final.
When the news broke, U.S. media and fans exploded.
A racetrack for a football final?
Ridiculous!
It only looked like a stadium—but it hadn't hosted a football game in years, let alone a soccer match.
The criticisms poured in.
Many thought the ICC had gone insane—desperate to sell more tickets at any cost.
But others were intrigued.
Many fans thought the idea was incredibly cool.
Why?
Because Bristol Motor Speedway is a sealed, circular arena.
No roof on the stands—but a giant floating LED screen hangs above the center, suspended by cables attached to the seating structure.
Even if the wide racetrack surrounding the pitch and the open-air design dulled the atmosphere a bit—this was bold, daring, and new.
Especially when the ICC launched their teaser ad:
"Do you want to find out just how many people Bristol can hold?"
The campaign ignited America's youth and football fanbase.
This was the definition of epic.
But it wasn't easy to pull off.
A racetrack? The track itself wasn't the problem.
But the playing surface was.
They hadn't hosted a football game there in decades.
That's where Bayswater's UK connections and ICC executives' professional experience came into play.
The world knew that Britain had the best turf technology in football.
British experts flew to the U.S., inspected the site, and proposed a crazy plan:
Build a temporary, world-class pitch in 19 days—timed perfectly to peak in quality on the night of the final.
Too early? The grass wouldn't hold.
Too late? It wouldn't be playable.
After the final, the turf would be removed and the venue returned to racing.
Pulling this off required immense skill, especially from the pitch management team.
Meanwhile, tickets kept selling—and selling fast.
Renovations progressed on schedule.
The ICC posted daily updates on social media.
They hauled in over 400 truckloads of sand and gravel.
All the turf and materials were shipped from the UK—laid and maintained by British professionals.
By the time Bayswater and United arrived in Bristol for the final, a brand-new, FIFA-standard football pitch stood inside a massive arena wrapped in seats.
And ticket sales? Still rising.
On the day of the ICC Final, as fans poured into the venue, they were blown away.
The stadium announcer kept calling out live attendance updates:
At first, increases were announced every 1,000 people.
Then every 5,000.
Eventually, every 10,000.
The Fox Sports broadcast booth was electrified.
Because this night might just make North American football history.
The highest-attended match in world football history was the 1950 World Cup Final in Brazil, officially recorded at 173,000 paid attendees—though some say the real number was closer to 200,000 or even 220,000.
That record stood untouched.
In North America, the record was last year's ICC match at Michigan Stadium, just shy of 110,000.
Tonight, that record was under siege.
Even before kickoff at Bristol, everyone was convinced the stadium would be full—and that a new attendance record was inevitable.
The biggest question on everyone's mind was:
"How many people can it actually hold?"
And more importantly:
"Can I be part of this historic moment?"
As a result, tickets were completely sold out.
Before the match began, as both teams lined up to enter the pitch, the stadium announcer declared:
"Attendance for today's match: 156,990!"
The entire stadium erupted.
Over 150,000 fans roared in unison, creating a deafening wave of sound.
But the announcer wasn't done—fans were still pouring in. This wasn't even the final count.
…
In this ICC Final, both sides fielded their strongest starting lineups.
Bayswater Chinese Club stuck with their 4-3-3 formation:
GK: CourtoisDefense: Marcelo, Thiago Silva, Pepe, Kyle WalkerMidfield: Matić (holding), Toni Kroos, ModrićForwards: Gareth Bale, Lewandowski, Di María
Piszczek and Walcott missed out due to injury.
Manchester United lined up in a 4-2-3-1:
GK: De GeaDefense: Evra, Vidic, Ferdinand, RafaelMidfield: De Rossi, CarrickAttacking Trio: Ashley Young, Juan Mata, RobbenStriker: Rooney
The ICC's prize money was substantial, and as a recognized cup competition, both teams were motivated to win.
Right from the opening whistle, the match exploded into fast-paced, high-pressure attacking football—a style Premier League fans knew well.
Both sides pressed aggressively, and the game opened up almost immediately.
The crowd of over 150,000 fans, even in this racetrack-turned-stadium with a wide distance between pitch and stands, generated an electric, awe-inspiring atmosphere.
The real madness came in the 27th minute, when Gareth Bale received a through ball from Toni Kroos on the left wing.
He tore past two United defenders, reached the left side of the box, and fired in a low cross.
Lewandowski, between two center-backs, slid in and scored.
The crowd went berserk.
But United didn't back down—they pushed even harder.
Just before halftime, Di María and Modrić combined with a sharp one-two. Di María cut inside from the left, faked past Evra, and curled the ball into the far corner with his left foot.
2–0!
This version of Di María was clearly more attacking than the one in Yang Cheng's past life.
His left-footed inside cuts from the right were dangerous, though still a bit inconsistent.
Halftime ended with Bayswater leading by two.
In the second half, Ferguson made changes immediately, bringing on Nani for Ashley Young.
Just six minutes in, Nani went on a direct run down the left, taking on Kyle Walker.
Walker, who had shut down Young in the first half, couldn't stop Nani—he got burned.
Nani crossed to the far post, where Robben scored from close range.
1–2!
The crowd roared again.
The match was end-to-end, with chances flying.
Both sides rotated players after the 60th minute, but the intensity remained sky-high.
In the 69th minute, De Bruyne sent a curling 45-degree diagonal ball from the right, slicing open United's defense.
Bale, sprinting to the far post, headed the ball into the bottom corner past De Gea.
3–1!
Then, in the 74th minute, Javi Martínez launched a cross-field pass to the right.
De Bruyne and Walker pulled off a sharp one-two.
The Belgian received the return ball and whipped in a low cross toward the far post.
With Bale subbed off and Hazard too short to challenge, it looked like the ball was going out.
Suddenly, a powerful figure burst in— Pogba.
He reached it just before the line, headed it back into the middle—
Harry Kane followed up and calmly slotted it past De Gea.
4–1!
United responded quickly.
Robben, cutting inside from the right, drew defenders before slipping a light pass between Kompany and Bertrand.
Rooney ran onto it and finished smoothly.
2–4, in the 86th minute.
And that's how it ended—Bayswater Chinese Club defeated Manchester United 4–2!
Yang Cheng and Ferguson brought their squads together for a joint celebration.
Yes, it was a competitive game—but it was still a friendly.
Both sides clearly leaned into an attack-heavy style, which thrilled the fans.
Then the stadium announcer revealed the final attendance:
160,990 fans!
The stadium exploded with the loudest cheer of the night.
Even the players and coaches joined the celebration.
160,000 people!
The Fox Sports commentators were blown away.
Last year, Bayswater vs. Real Madrid at Michigan Stadium had set the record for largest crowd in North American sports history.
Now, again involving Bayswater, and this time against Manchester United, the new record stood at 160,990!
It wasn't just a North American record.
It became the second-largest crowd in world football history, behind only the 1950 World Cup Final in Brazil.
"In the history of global sports, today's match ranks seventh in total attendance,"
"And in enclosed stadiums like football or American football venues, it's now second all-time!"
The stadium roared again.
160,000 fans chanted, waved, and cheered nonstop.
And before the trophy ceremony, the announcer asked the crowd to attempt a Mexican wave.
What happened next was legendary.
160,000 people created a massive, rippling wave across the stands—
the largest Mexican wave in recorded history.
And with that, the second International Champions Cup came to a fiery, unforgettable close.
Bayswater Chinese Club were crowned champions once again!
…
The next day, nearly every major media outlet in the world reported on the ICC Final in America.
Bayswater Chinese Club 4–2 Manchester United!
Yes, the clash of two football giants was a major story—
But what truly made headlines were the 160,000 fans in attendance, the electric atmosphere, and record-breaking crowd participation.
Fans who attended couldn't stop sharing their experiences.
The pitch may have been temporary, but the energy was unforgettable.
160,000 people—a logistical challenge for any organizer.
And yet, it all went off without a hitch.
Through this final, the ICC showcased its unparalleled execution and organizational strength to the world.
Just as the media reported, the International Champions Cup ended on a high note with an absolutely historic football match.
But beyond that, this game had a tremendous impact on U.S. soccer—and North American sports as a whole.
Soccer's popularity across North America was surging fast, drawing more attention from fans and media alike.
160,000 fans entered Bristol Motor Speedway.
At an average ticket price of $250, just this single match generated over $40 million in ticket revenue.
And that didn't even include in-stadium spending on food, merchandise, and more.
At the final open training session before the match, nearly 60,000 people attended just to watch the team warm up.
Madness.
According to U.S. media, Bruton Smith, owner of the racetrack, revealed that the football pitch was installed on top of 10,000 tons of sand and rock.
"It took us 19 days, with countless manpower and resources, to transform this venue into a FIFA-standard pitch."
Smith added that the event proved Bristol Motor Speedway's massive potential.
Now, besides horse racing and motorsports, the venue could host football, American football, and more.
He even took the chance to promote the venue:
"This is the only stadium in America that can seat 160,000.
If you've got star power and expect big ticket sales—come give it a try!"
…
As the ICC drew to a close and Yang Cheng's group prepared to return to London, he was approached by David Pensell and Richard Masters, along with Adam Crozier and Omar Berrada, for an internal meeting.
The second ICC had been a resounding success.
Meanwhile, the World Football Challenge flopped, with an average attendance of just over 20,000—barely touching 30,000.
Yes, teams like Valencia and Benfica came cheaper, but the organizers still lost money.
"After seeing how successful the ICC has become, I doubt they'll try again next year,"
Richard Masters chuckled.
Now that the ICC had entered the field, the World Football Challenge simply couldn't compete—unless they somehow outperformed the ICC head-to-head, which after this year's showing, seemed impossible.
"Preliminary stats show our group stage attendance hit 1.48 million, a significant jump from last year,"
Pensell reported.
"And if we include the final, we reached 1.64 million total attendees."
Yang Cheng did the quick math—180,000 more than last year.
The bulk of that growth came from North America's 13 matches, especially the final.
Last year's final in New York drew just over 80,000.
This year? 160,000. A full double.
Higher attendance meant higher revenue.
This year, group stage ticket prices rose 5%, averaging $105.
The final's average price hit $250.
So, just from the final alone, ticket revenue exceeded $40 million.
When ICC negotiated with Bruton Smith, they agreed that the ICC would fund the renovations in exchange for priority rental rights and discounted stadium fees.
This year, since ICC funded the modifications, they paid no rental fee at all.
Still, those modifications weren't cheap.
10,000 tons of material, turf imported from the UK, base layers, expert fees, labor—it all added up.
The ICC's total investment was substantial.
But the return?
Worth every cent.
This one campaign catapulted the ICC brand into global prominence.
Now, fans worldwide saw the tournament in a whole new light.
"According to our estimates, total ticket revenue hit $195.4 million,"
Pensell said proudly.
"Add in training session tickets, gameday merchandise, and sponsorship income, we reached $235 million from 19 matches."
"Last year? That number was $150 million."
Incredible growth.
Of course, stadium capacities had now maxed out, so future expansion would have to come from elsewhere.
Pensell and Masters proposed another 5% ticket price increase next year, along with stronger commercial efforts to keep growing.
$235 million—about €163 million.
According to previous agreements:
Appearance fees for all 12 clubs: €64 millionOther costs (travel, accommodation, stadium, security): ~€120 million
The biggest expenses were club-related and final stadium conversion.
That left €40 million in profit.
Under their agreement, each of the 12 elite clubs owned 5% of the ICC company.
That meant each would receive €2 million in dividends.
Yang Cheng, with his 40% ownership, would receive €16 million.
A massive payday—for him and the clubs alike.
"Are you planning to distribute the profits?"
Adam Crozier asked, clearly curious.
"Or will you hold on to some operating funds?"
"We've still got a lot of unpaid revenue—sponsorships, advertising, broadcasting rights,"
Pensell explained.
"But those should cover next year's operational costs."
Everyone looked to Yang Cheng.
Dividend or reinvestment?
There were good reasons to keep the cash:
The tournament was still newCosts were risingThe company needed reserves
But of course, everyone had their own calculations.
And so did their clubs.
The other 11 teams were probably already doing the math.
Situations like this were common in business.
The key question: Would Yang Cheng take the high road?
If he were greedy, he could justify holding back the profits—and no one could argue.
After all, they were already earning huge appearance fees.
Dividends? No one even expected them.
"Adam, call everyone. Once we're back in Europe, let's hold a shareholders' meeting in London."
Yang Cheng turned to Pensell and Masters,
"Sort out the books. Present the numbers and a proposal for next year."
Everyone instantly understood.
Yang Cheng was going to pay dividends.
€2 million per club.
Not life-changing—but not insignificant either.
"Profit," Yang Cheng said bluntly,
"Is the most powerful glue binding these 11 elite clubs together—and the moat no other tournament can cross."
Barcelona was even considering canceling the Joan Gamper Trophy to prioritize the ICC.
Arsenal's Emirates Cup? Practically gone.
Bayern's Audi Cup had been moved to mid-July—to avoid clashing with the ICC.
Why were these elite clubs willing to do that?
"Because it's profitable."
"Money binds people together. That's how this tournament lasts—and how partnerships remain strong."
Crozier and the others looked at Yang Cheng with admiration.
He might be young, but he saw things clearer than anyone.
€40 million in profit—and he gave it away without blinking.
Yes, €16 million went to his own pocket.
But it was still a huge gesture.
But isn't that exactly what people who want to do great things must do?
That thought left everyone in the room feeling more optimistic about their future.
As long as the International Champions Cup (ICC) kept growing, and Bayswater Chinese Club continued to thrive, Yang Cheng would never let them lose out.
…
After Yang Cheng led the team back from the U.S., they began their final preparations for the new season.
The first match of the season was the Community Shield.
Since Bayswater had won both the Premier League and FA Cup, their opponent was league runner-up Manchester City.
It was arguably the highest-quality preseason match before the new campaign kicked off.
While Bayswater trained intensively, executives from all 12 elite partner clubs gathered at the Royal Lancaster Hotel in London.
Yang Cheng, as host, took time out of training to personally attend and entertain the guests.
The focus of this shareholders' meeting was simple: dividends.
Each club received €2 million, while Yang Cheng, as 40% shareholder, took home €16 million.
When the news was announced, the room was stunned.
No one had expected the ICC to turn a profit in just two years, let alone offer dividends.
Everyone looked at Yang Cheng with completely new eyes.
Back then, when he invited them to join, they were all skeptical—just in it for the appearance fees.
Now, not only were they getting those, but also a €2 million bonus payout.
Even Florentino Pérez looked visibly regretful.
While the other clubs each took €2 million, Yang Cheng earned €16 million.
Sure, he had invested money at the start—but he'd clearly made it back many times over.
In that moment, everyone quietly re-evaluated their view of Yang Cheng.
This guy wasn't just someone who could bake the cake—
He was the one making it bigger for everyone.
After the official meeting ended, everyone sat down for lunch.
The conversation naturally turned to the ICC.
Especially the now-iconic final at Bristol Motor Speedway, which U.S. media had dubbed the "Super Bowl of Football".
It had made waves across the entire world.
"Looking at the past two years, it's clear that American fans are starved for world-class football," Yang Cheng said.
"They want to get close to top players—and we can offer that experience."
The ICC was also held as a friendly tournament, so it didn't require U.S. Soccer Federation approval.
Purely commercial.
Still, there were challenges—especially stadium limitations in Asia.
Asian stadiums had smaller capacities, so even if appearance fees were the same, U.S. matches made far more money.
But that didn't mean abandoning Asia.
As one of the most economically vibrant and populous regions in the world, if the ICC could gain a foothold there, sponsorship and media rights would skyrocket.
That would require long-term commitment.
"That's why I hope everyone can remain patient and confident in this tournament and this company."
His words won applause from the group.
Even if the €2 million dividend wasn't life-changing—especially for member-owned clubs like Real Madrid or Barcelona—
it was a sign of integrity.
David Pensell also shared lessons learned from organizing the ICC over two years.
The core message?
"More hands make light work."
Twelve elite clubs united could conquer North America and Asia.
Acting alone? They were just small-time.
Look at this year's final—160,000 fans.
Who else could draw that alone?
With high appearance fees and now dividends, clubs were all-in.
One after another, they pledged continued support for the ICC.
Yang Cheng, Crozier, and Pensell were all reassured.
As long as they kept this elite group together, no one could touch the ICC's foundation.
…
While Yang Cheng and the ICC team were holding their shareholders' meeting in London,
across the Atlantic, in Los Angeles, at the headquarters of Creative Artists Agency (CAA),
a dejected Charlie Stillitano was leaving his boss's office.
Stillitano, an Italian-American, was Head of Football for CAA Sports—the world's #1 talent agency.
He had just blown a major deal: the World Football Challenge.
After the books were closed, the numbers were clear—a loss of over $10 million.
In a company obsessed with performance, he now felt enormous pressure.
Charlie Stillitano wasn't new to football. His family had deep ties to the sport.
Though born in the U.S., his parents were Italian.
His father was one of the founders of the U.S. Soccer League.
As early as the 1970s, the Stillitano family had organized Pelé's Santos to tour the U.S.
They also arranged matches between Lazio and American teams.
Charlie played in school, later became a coach, and during the 1994 World Cup,
he was involved in stadium operations.
After the tournament, he was appointed Vice President and General Manager of the New York/New Jersey MLS franchise.
In 2003, he founded ChampionsWorld LLC, acting as CEO, using his family's connections to bring Real Madrid, Manchester United, and other elite teams to the U.S. for friendlies.
He quickly made a name for himself and built ties with Europe's biggest clubs and coaches.
But in 2005, the company went bankrupt, and he still owed fines to the U.S. Soccer Federation.
In 2006, CAA—riding high off box office success and a reshuffled leadership team—set its sights on sports.
They built a sports division, and Stillitano was hired to lead football.
He made an immediate impact—his first signing was Cristiano Ronaldo.
Later, he revived his old idea and launched the World Football Challenge.
The 2009 edition was a huge success.
Bayswater Chinese Club joined and made CAA a fortune, but the event also exposed major flaws and drew heavy criticism from the participating clubs.
Due to the 2010 World Cup, the tournament took a break.
But in the meantime, a new competitor emerged—the ICC—
with incredible momentum, sweeping through North America and Asia,
taking advantage of the World Football Challenge's hiatus to seize the market.
CAA and Stillitano felt threatened.
So in 2011, they tried to revive the World Football Challenge.
But by then, all the top clubs had been poached by the ICC—and had signed binding contracts.
Left with no better options, Charlie Stillitano leveraged every connection he had to invite clubs like Valencia and Benfica to the U.S. for the tournament.
But these teams simply didn't have the box-office appeal of the true European giants.
As a result, this year's World Football Challenge suffered massive financial losses.
When Stillitano returned to his office, he felt as if he were back in 2005, the year his company declared bankruptcy.
His boss had demanded he find a solution—no matter what, the WFC had to continue.
But how? All 12 elite clubs were already locked into contracts with the ICC.
Stillitano was at a loss.
And just then, his phone rang.
Caller ID: Steven Ross.
…
The next day — Central Park Southwest, New York City.
As Charlie Stillitano stepped into the Manhattan offices of a company called RSE Ventures, the front desk receptionist, a woman named Lola, quickly led him into a private office.
A knock, and a familiar voice called out:
"Come in."
It was Steven Ross.
The American real estate tycoon with a net worth of over $7 billion, and the owner of the NFL's Miami Dolphins.
To Charlie's surprise, he wasn't alone.
Sitting with Ross were two others.
One he recognized: Matt Higgins, CEO of the New York Jets, Executive Vice President of Business Operations—widely regarded as one of the most capable executives in the NFL.
The other was a young man Stillitano didn't know.
"Charlie, welcome, my friend!" Ross greeted him with open arms, then introduced the others.
"Matt, I believe you two already know each other."
They exchanged polite nods—they weren't strangers.
"And this young man here is from the Ross School of Business in Michigan—Daniel Hillman. Bright, ambitious, full of great ideas."
Stillitano took an immediate liking to Hillman—a likable, sharp young talent.
"Come, Charlie, let's get down to business," Ross said as Stillitano sat down.
As someone of Ross's stature, he wasn't here for small talk.
He was here with a plan.
"I'll be blunt, Charlie. That final in Bristol—160,000 fans! It scared me."
"Do you know what that means?"
"It means our country has a massive, untapped demand for football. We don't hate soccer—we just haven't been given the right experience!"
Ross was visibly excited.
He believed he had just discovered a massive blue ocean.
"Do you know what your problem was, Charlie?"
Stillitano shook his head.
Ross smiled.
"You and CAA were too cautious—too obsessed with the bottom line."
"You think American fans love soccer?"
"No, no, Charlie—they love stars, superstars, elite clubs, names that thrill them just hearing them."
"That's why they flooded a racetrack for a football match—because it sounded insane and exciting."
"It was bold. You have to admire the professionalism of those Europeans."
Stillitano stayed quiet.
He had considered it. But the cost of inviting top-tier teams was enormous.
His original plan had been slow and steady—establish the market first, then attract the giants.
But he didn't expect someone to break the rules of the game so boldly.
Still, he had to admit—the ICC had been masterfully executed these past two years.
Yes, they had minor issues, but in terms of operations, promotion, logistics—they were on another level.
Of course, behind it all was the entire European football ecosystem working in tandem.
"Charlie, I invited you here today because RSE Ventures is very interested in the World Football Challenge," Ross said directly.
"We want to invest—and take it to the next level."
Stillitano's face lit up instantly.
Having someone like Ross back him? That was a dream.
"Also… what do you know about Bayswater Chinese Club?" Ross asked.
"Of course. Every football fan in the world knows them."
"I heard they were in the third division back in 2003?"
"Not amateur—League One, the third tier of English football. Still professional," Charlie corrected quickly.
"Doesn't matter what league. What I've heard is that their valuation has exploded.
Weren't they offered £4 billion by Qatari and American investors?"
"And they turned it down?"
"That's true," Stillitano admitted.
"They've been brilliantly managed over the past few years."
At this, Ross laughed and gestured to the others.
"Look—Matt here is the best commercial operator in the NFL.
Daniel is a young powerhouse in business development.
And you—you understand football like no one else here."
Finally, Ross pointed at Stillitano directly.
"Charlie, our country needs football.
And the Premier League is the best league in the world.
I think it's time we buy a club—like Bayswater—and run it properly."
"What do you think?"
Ross stared at Stillitano, full of confidence.
As an NFL owner and real estate mogul, Ross had absolute faith in his business acumen.
His team was filled with top-tier professionals, especially skilled in monetization and marketing.
Bring this American sports elite machine to Europe—to the Premier League?
It would be a surgical strike on the old guard.
Bayswater had used the Premier League as a platform and skyrocketed in value within a few short years.
And now, they were setting records in America.
Ross believed that he and his team could do the same—or even better.
He was ready to cross the Atlantic—and conquer the Premier League.
Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon.
Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10