Reincarnated As A Wonderkid-Chapter 567: In a new country.

The training ground was a hive of activity. Balls were flying, whistles were blowing, and Mark was arguing with a drone.

"IT IS SPYING ON ME!" Mark shouted, pointing at the camera hovering above. "IT WANTS MY SECRET PIZZA RECIPE!"

"It is filming your positioning, Mark," Alex said, checking his tablet. "And your positioning is currently 'near the snack table'."

"I am guarding the resources!" Mark insisted.

The season was in full swing. Como 1907 were defending their title. But it wasn't easy.

Juventus had signed Haaland (yes, the robot had come to Italy). Inter had signed Vinicius. Milan had signed... well, they had signed a lot of players.

Everyone wanted to beat the Professor.

Matchday 5. Como vs AC Milan. The San Siro (technically away, but it felt like home).

Alex stood on the touchline. He wore a suit. He looked calm.

But inside, his mind was racing. Variables. Angles. Probabilities.

The game started.

Milan pressed high. Leao was dangerous. Pulisic was sharp.

In the tenth minute, Leao dribbled past three players. He shot.

Raya saved.

"Focus!" Alex shouted. "Control the space!"

Como settled. They played the Liquid Diamond.

Saka moved inside. Paz moved wide. Belotti dropped deep.

It was fluid. It was beautiful.

In the thirtieth minute, Saka got the ball. He played a one-two with Paz.

Saka was through. He chipped the keeper.

Goal.

One zero. Como.

"Liquid!" Mark shouted from the bench. "Like a milkshake!"

The game ended 2-0. A solid win.

Matchday 10. Como vs Juventus. The Sinigaglia.

Haaland vs The Professor's Defense.

It was raining. A storm was brewing over the lake.

Haaland looked like a Viking god in the rain. He was huge. He was fast.

In the fifteenth minute, he got the ball. He ran at Marco.

Marco was strong. But Haaland was stronger.

Haaland pushed him aside. He smashed the ball.

Goal.

Zero one. Juventus.

Haaland did his meditation celebration in the rain.

"He is waterproof!" Mark yelled. "That is not fair!"

Alex didn't panic.

He called Marco over.

"Don't fight him," Alex said. "You cannot win a wrestling match with a bear. Be smart. Intercept the supply."

Marco nodded.

The game changed.

Every time Juventus tried to pass to Haaland, Marco was there. He cut the passing lanes. He stepped in front.

Haaland got frustrated. He started waving his arms.

In the sixtieth minute, Como countered.

Tito ran down the wing. He crossed.

Saka volleyed.

Goal.

One one.

In the ninetieth minute, Como won a corner.

Alex signaled. The routine.

Saka took it short to Paz. Paz crossed to the near post.

Belotti flicked it on.

Marco was at the back post.

He headed it in.

Goal.

Two one. Como.

The stadium exploded.

Marco ran to Haaland. He sat down and meditated.

"ZEN MASTER!" Mark screamed.

Champions League. Group Stage. Como vs Bayern Munich. Germany.

It was a cold night in Munich.

Alex stood in the technical area.

Harry Kane walked over.

"You again," Kane smiled.

"Me again," Alex said.

"Different team. Same result?" Kane asked.

"Hopefully," Alex said.

The game was a chess match.

Bayern kept the ball. Como waited.

In the fortieth minute, Kane scored. A classic finish.

One zero.

Como fought back.

Rico (who was now 35 but still had magic feet) came on.

He danced past Kimmich. He passed to Saka.

Saka scored.

One one.

In the eightieth minute, Bayern got a penalty.

Kane stepped up.

He never missed.

He ran up. He shot.

Raya saved it!

"JUSTICE!" Mark yelled. "THE UNIVERSE IS BALANCED!"

The game ended 1-1. A good point.

Matchday 20. Como vs Inter. The Derby of the Lakes (sort of).

Inter were top of the league. Como were second. It was a title decider.

The atmosphere was electric.

Alex looked at his team.

They were tired. The season was long. Injuries were piling up.

But they had spirit.

The game started.

Inter scored early. Lautaro Martinez.

One zero.

Como pushed. They hit the post. They hit the bar.

It looked like one of those days.

But then...

Eighty fifth minute.

Alex looked at his bench.

He saw a kid. 16 years old. From the academy. His name was Leo.

Not his Leo. Another Leo.

"Leo," Alex said. "You ready?"

"Yes Boss," the kid said, shaking.

"Go on. Have fun."

Leo ran onto the pitch.

He got the ball. He didn't look nervous. He looked fearless.

He dribbled past Bastoni. He dribbled past Barella.

He was in the box.

He squared it to Saka.

Saka tapped it in.

One one.

"THE KID!" Mark screamed. "HE IS THE NEW ME! BUT WITH BETTER HAIR!"

Ninetieth minute.

Leo got the ball again.

He saw the goal.

He shot.

It curled. It dipped.

Top corner.

GOAL.

Two one. Como.

The stadium went silent. The Como fans went crazy.

A 16-year-old had won the derby.

Alex smiled.

He remembered his own debut. The goal against Chelsea.

"History rhymes," he whispered.

The season continued.

It was a grind. Win. Draw. Win.

Como stayed top. Just.

The final game of the season. Como vs Napoli. Home.

If they won, they were champions again. Back to back.

The sun was shining. The lake was sparkling.

Milo was there.

He was dressed as... a Roman Emperor.

He was wearing a toga, a laurel wreath, and gold sandals. He was sitting on a throne made of pizza boxes.

"I AM CAESAR!" Milo screamed. "I COME TO SEE THE CORONATION! ALEX! I AM SELLING LAUREL WREATHS! THEY ARE MADE OF SPINACH! HEALTHY AND STYLISH! FIVE EUROS!"

"Milo, please don't eat the spinach," Alex laughed.

"IT IS WILTING!" Milo yelled. "I MUST CONSUME THE INVENTORY!"

The game started.

Napoli were tough. They defended well.

0-0 at halftime.

"Patience," Alex told the team. "The goal will come."

Sixtieth minute.

Saka got injured. He limped off.

The crowd went quiet. Their best player was gone.

Alex looked at the bench.

He saw Tito.

"Tito," Alex said. "Be the hero."

Tito ran on.

Seventy fifth minute.

Tito got the ball.

He ran. He was fast.

He cut inside.

He shot.

Goal.

One zero. Como.

The stadium erupted.

Eighty fifth minute.

Napoli attacked.

Kvara dribbled. He shot.

Raya saved.

The rebound fell to Osimhen.

Osimhen shot.

Marco blocked it on the line. With his face.

"MY FACE!" Marco yelled, lying on the ground. "IS IT STILL HANDSOME?"

"IT IS BEAUTIFUL!" Mark screamed. "A HERO'S FACE!"

The final whistle blew.

Como 1. Napoli 0.

Champions. Again.

Alex walked onto the pitch.

He looked at the lake. He looked at the mountains.

He had done it.

He had built a new dynasty. In a new country.

Mark ran over. He was wearing the Serie A trophy as a hat.

"WE ARE THE KINGS OF ITALY!" Mark shouted. "I WANT PASTA! ALL THE PASTA!"

"You can have all the pasta, Mark," Alex laughed.

Rico danced over. He was wearing a Como flag as a cape.

"Samba on the lake!" Rico cheered.

Alex looked at his family in the stands. Maya. Little Leo.

Leo was waving a giant foam finger.

Alex waved back.