And considering Ronaldo's current mood…
After witnessing the extraordinary skills of Ronaldinho, Ibrahimović, Vidic, and the teenage Messi already integrated into the Morecambe team—
Surely, he'd be tempted to board this rising ship and fight alongside them?
Juninho D'Alessandro couldn't help but smile at the thought.
Ronaldo on the left, Messi on the right…
The world's two greatest prodigies in one team.
Add Ibrahimović to the center—with his strength and audacious personality—and the front three looked like something out of a painting.
A perfect attacking trident.
But Juninho wasn't just thinking about the forwards. His mind turned toward the rest of the formation.
With such a monstrous front line, the midfield needed to match up.
Currently, the only Morecambe midfielder that met Juninho's vision was Ronaldinho.
As Morecambe rose through the English league system, the quality of opposition would rise as well. Some of their current midfielders would inevitably struggle at higher levels.
So strengthening the midfield was urgent—possibly more so than the defense.
If they could build a dominant midfield, then in next season's League Cup or even the FA Cup… Morecambe wouldn't just aim for a one-off match against a Premier League giant.
They could be dreaming of quarter-finals… even the trophy itself.
"This era…" Juninho muttered to himself in the car, "Kanté, De Bruyne—they're still kids, maybe nine or ten years old. We'll have to wait years for them."
"But others…"
Suddenly, a name flashed through his mind—Kaká!
A future icon of Real Madrid's Galácticos, Phase II.
In a few years, he'd move to Madrid for €67 million.
This Brazilian midfielder was a rare all-rounder. His signature vertical dribbling could slice through opposing midfields and create massive gaps in front of the penalty box.
His vision, creativity, and passing? Maybe not the absolute best in history—but definitely elite.
Right now, Kaká was still playing youth football for São Paulo back in Brazil. A transfer fee of around €5 million should be more than enough to tempt the club.
And once Kaká saw Ronaldinho—his idol and senior from Brazil—already at Morecambe, surely he'd be open to the move.
At that moment, Juninho's car pulled up outside his home.
He paused his thoughts for now and stepped out.
Even if he identified more players later, one thing was certain: Kaká and Ronaldo would be priority targets the moment the winter transfer window opened.
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Meanwhile…
After filming Morecambe's latest League Cup match, reporter Duan Xuan had spent the evening conducting post-match interviews. Now, he was packing up at the hotel with the rest of the media crew, preparing to fly home.
"This trip gave me a real first look at Coach Juninho D'Alessandro's power," Duan Xuan said while folding a shirt.
"Yeah, I didn't expect him to win over the players so completely," the senior photographer chimed in. "That's no small feat."
Then he suddenly remembered something, eyes lighting up. "By the way, you haven't seen that killer shot I took of him during the game, right?"
"It's perfect for a magazine cover. The lighting, the angle—it just hits."
Duan Xuan's curiosity was piqued. "Let me see."
The photographer pulled out his camera and showed him the image. It was a stunner: Juninho, in a sharp suit, hands raised, gesturing toward the roaring Morecambe fans—like an angel descending onto the pitch.
"Holy crap…" Duan Xuan muttered, eyes wide.
"This one's going on the USB stick. Burn me a copy when we get back."
"What for?" the photographer teased. "You got a thing for men?"
"Screw off," Duan Xuan shot back. "I just have a feeling this guy's going to explode in popularity back home. I'm going to get ahead of the curve, make a forum post with this pic as the header."
"Ohhh…" the photographer nodded. "Two hundred bucks."
"Huh?"
"You want the exclusive post, right? I could send it to others too. Someone else builds the thread first, and you're out."
"…Fine, deal."
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Over the following days…
Life at Morecambe returned to its usual rhythm. Juninho focused entirely on the team's daily training.
The only major development came from Lane, who brought news of a new hire: a top-level strength and conditioning coach named Lucas Morrington.
Aged 43, Lucas held a PhD in sports science from Newcastle University. He had years of experience working with a professional rugby team before leaving due to internal conflicts with management.
His price? Steep—but simple.
Money.
So when Juninho offered €30,000 per month, Lucas agreed without hesitation, taking full responsibility for the team's strength and conditioning.
With this new addition, a heavy burden was lifted off Juninho's shoulders.
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Meanwhile, Juninho's post-match comments from the League Cup had started to spread online, appearing across various UK media outlets.
More and more fans began noticing this bold, sharp-suited foreign coach taking League Two by storm.
Some even called him the ideal owner-coach, using Juninho's bold spending and clear vision to pressure their own club executives.
But not everyone was pleased.
Take Mr. Wood, the notoriously stingy owner of League One side Bournemouth.
Every year, Wood turned a profit from transfers, running the club like a business—definitely not a passion project.
On social media, he fired shots clearly aimed at Juninho:
> "This foreign coach is disrupting the financial ecosystem of the English football pyramid!"
"Operating like this, he's only hurting himself in the long term."
"Football has hundreds of years of tradition. Youth development and fan loyalty are the backbone of a proper club."
"A club like Morecambe that only throws money around and chases fast success will never last."
Several other coaches from League One and even the lower reaches of the Premier League publicly supported Wood.
Behind closed doors, it was clear: some were threatened by Juninho's rise.
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