<div> Alex stood by the window, looking out at the shimmering Lake Como. The Champions League trophy sat on his desk, draped in a blue and white scarf.
 "We did it," Alex said softly. "We actually did it."
 Mark stopped crunching. "We conquered Europe! We are like Napoleon, but taller and with better hair."
 "And better snacks," Alex added.
 "Much better snacks," Mark agreed, reaching for another breadstick.
 Rico walked in, holding a newspaper. "Have you seen this?"
 He slapped the paper onto the desk. The headline screamed in bold Italian: IL MIRACOLO DI COMO! FINCH IL MAGO! (The Miracle of Como! Finch the Wizard!)
 "They call you a wizard," Rico laughed. "Where is your wand?"
 "My wand is my brain," Alex tapped his temple. "And my spell is hard work."
 "Boring spell," Mark mumbled. "My spell would be 'Accio Pizza'."
 The door opened again, and Cesc Fabregas walked in. He looked impeccable in a tailored suit, but his smile was wide and genuine.
 "Gentlemen," Cesc said. "The world is talking about us. Barcelona called. Manchester United called. Even the King of Spain called."
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 </div> "Did he want to buy a ticket?" Milo asked, popping his head out from under the desk where he had been napping. "I CAN SELL HIM A VIP BOX! GOLD PLATED CHAIRS!"
 "Milo, get out from under the desk," Alex sighed.
 "I WAS STRATEGIZING!" Milo claimed, crawling out and dusting off his suit (which was now made of Italian flags).
 "They want to know our secret," Cesc continued. "They want to know how a team from a lake beat the giants of Europe."
 Alex looked at his friends. Mark, the chaotic genius. Rico, the samba soul. Milo, the... well, Milo.
 "Tell them," Alex said. "Tell them we are world class."
 The next few weeks were a whirlwind.
 Pre-season started, but it felt different this time. They weren't the underdogs anymore. They were the champions.
 They flew to America for the International Champions Cup.
 New York.
 Times Square was lit up with giant screens showing the Como players.
 Alex saw his face, ten stories high.
 THE PROFESSOR.
 And next to him, Mark.
 THE EMPEROR.
 "I LOOK HUGE!" Mark screamed, pointing at the screen. "MY NOSE IS THE SIZE OF A CAR!"
 "It is a very fast nose," Rico said.
 They played Bayern Munich at Yankee Stadium.
 Harry Kane was there. He looked determined.
 "You got lucky in Paris," Kane said in the tunnel.
 "Luck is preparation meeting opportunity," Alex quoted.
 "You sound like a fortune cookie," Kane grunted.
 The game was a masterclass.
 Como didn't just win. They dominated.
 Luca, the young winger, was on fire. He scored two goals.
 4-0.
 "World class," the commentators said. "This team is not a fluke. They are a machine."
 Los Angeles. SoFi Stadium.
 They played Manchester City.
 Pep Guardiola was back (he came out of retirement because he was bored of golf).
 "You broke my heart," Pep said to Alex. "But I respect the method."
 "The method is simple," Alex said. "Run. Pass. Think."
𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺 "And eat!" Mark shouted from behind him. "Do not forget the fuel!"
 City were strong. Haaland was a beast. But Como were smarter.
 In the final minute, with the score 1-1, Alex made a substitution.
 He brought on a 16-year-old kid from the academy. A boy named Enzo.
 "Go have fun," Alex told him.
 Enzo ran onto the pitch. He got the ball. He didn't look scared. He looked like he belonged.
 He dribbled past Rodri. He passed to Saka. Saka scored.
 2-1.
 "The production line!" the pundits shouted. "Finch doesn't just buy stars. He makes them!"
 Back in Italy.
 The Serie A season began.
 Everyone wanted to beat the champions. Teams parked the bus. They kicked. They time-wasted.
 But Como were ready.
 They won their first ten games.
 10 wins. 30 goals scored. 2 goals conceded.
 "We are invincible!" Mark declared, wearing a cape made of fixture lists. "We are Thanos! But nicer!"
 "We are not Thanos, Mark," Alex said. "We don't want to destroy half the universe."
 "Just half the teams!" Mark said. "The other half can watch and learn."
 One Tuesday morning, Alex was in his office.
 He was looking at the stats. They were green. All green.
 Possession: Up. Pass completion: Up. Distance covered: Up.
 "We are peaking," Alex whispered. "Statistically, this is perfection."
 Maya walked in. She had flown over from London for a 'consultation'.
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 </div> "The data is anomalous," Maya said, adjusting her glasses. "No team sustains this level of performance for this long. Regression to the mean is inevitable."
 "Not if we change the mean," Alex said.
 "That is mathematically arrogant," Maya smiled. "I like it."
 "How is Oxford?" Alex asked.
 "Quiet. Dusty. The libraries are excellent. But..."
 "But?"
 "It is boring," Maya admitted. "There are no explosions. No screaming Italians. No Mark eating pizza in a lecture hall."
 "We can fix that," Alex said. "Mark!"
 Mark ran in. "DID SOMEONE SAY PIZZA?"
 "Maya is bored," Alex said.
 "EMERGENCY!" Mark shouted. "WE NEED A PARTY! A SCIENCE PARTY! I WILL GET THE BUNSEN BURNERS! AND THE CHEESE!"
 That night, they had a party on a boat in the middle of Lake Como.
 Mark tried to make a 'scientific pizza' using liquid nitrogen. It shattered into a million frozen pieces.
 "ICE PIZZA!" Mark yelled. "IT IS CRUNCHY!"
 Rico played the bongos. Milo tried to sell the frozen pizza shards as 'edible glass art'.
 Alex sat with Maya.
 "You miss the chaos," Alex said.
 "I miss the variables," Maya corrected. "Life in a textbook is predictable. Life with you guys... is an unsolvable equation."
 "Is that good?"
 "It is fascinating," Maya smiled.
 The Champions League started again.
 Como were the team to beat. They were the holders. The Kings.
 Group Stage: Como vs Barcelona. Como vs PSG. Como vs Liverpool.
 "Another Group of Death," Mark groaned. "Why does UEFA hate us?"
 "They don't hate us," Alex said. "They want to see if we are real."
 Matchday 1. Como vs Barcelona.
 Yamal was older now. Stronger. He was the best player in the world (after Alex retired).
 But Como had the system.
 They played the 'Liquid Diamond'. They suffocated Barcelona.
 3-0.
 Matchday 2. PSG.
 Mbappe was gone, but they had new stars. Fast stars.
 Como slowed them down. They kept the ball for 70% of the game.
 2-0.
 Matchday 3. Liverpool.
 Anfield. The fortress.
 "We beat them here before," Alex told the team. "We can do it again."
 And they did.
 Saka scored a hat-trick.
 3-1.
 The world was watching.
 "Are they the greatest team ever?" the headlines asked. "Is Alex Finch the greatest manager?"
 Alex didn't read the headlines. He was too busy planning the next training session.
 One afternoon, after training, he saw his son, Leo.
 Leo was 10 now. He was playing with the academy kids.
 He was good. Very good. He had Alex's vision. And... Mark's speed.
 "How?" Alex wondered. "Genetics?"
 "Pizza," Mark whispered, appearing beside him. "I fed him secret pizza crusts when he was a baby. It gave him turbo power."
 Alex watched his son dribble past three defenders and score.
 Leo ran over to the sideline.
 "Did you see, Dad?" Leo shouted. "I did the 'Finch Turn'!"
 "I saw," Alex beamed. "Perfect execution."
 "But I added a little hop," Leo said. "For style."
 "Style is important," Rico nodded, walking past. "Style is everything."
 Alex looked at his life.
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 </div> He was the manager of the best team in the world. His best friends were his staff. His son was a future star.
 He thought about Danein Blake. The man who died in the mud, forgotten.
 He thought about Leon Fischer. The boy who was a science experiment.
 And he thought about Alex Finch.
 He had built this. Brick by brick. Goal by goal.
 He wasn't just a Wonderkid anymore.
 He was World Class.
 "Hey Boss," Mark said. "What are you thinking?"
 "I am thinking," Alex said. "That we need a bigger trophy cabinet."
 "I WILL BUILD IT!" Milo screamed, jumping out of a bush (why was he in a bush?). "I AM THE CARPENTER! ALEX! I AM SELLING SHELVES! MADE OF GOLD! AND CHEESE! STRUCTURAL CHEESE!"
 "Milo, cheese is not a building material," Alex laughed.
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Chapter 570: Back in Italy.

Alex stood by the window, looking out at the shimmering Lake Como. The Champions League trophy sat on his desk, draped in a blue and white scarf. "We did it," Alex said softly. "We actually did it." Mark stopped crunching. "We conquered Europe! We are like Napoleon, but taller and with better hair." "And better snacks," Alex added. "Much better snacks," Mark agreed, reaching for another breadstick. Rico walked in, holding a newspaper. "Have you seen this?" He slapped the paper onto the desk....

Reincarnated As A Wonderkid

Chapter 570: Back in Italy.

Reincarnated As A Wonderkid - Chapter 570: Back in Italy.