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He's forty, broke, and out of chances. Then he wakes up gasping: twenty-four again, sixteen years in the past, with every result, every crash, and every fortune still rattling around in his skull.
    Sam Mercer spent his whole first life skint. Watching other men get rich off things he saw coming a mile away. Watching the world pass him by while he scraped for rent. Not this time.
    He starts small. A tenner on a result no bookie would believe. Then a worthless little internet coin nobody's heard of yet. Then more, and more pennies into a float, a float into a fortune while everyone calls him lucky and he just smiles, because luck's got nothing to do with it.
    He knows.
    The money's the easy part. The real question is what a man does once he's got it.
    Sam knows exactly. There's a rotting little club on the Essex marshes, weeks from folding the one place his old man was ever truly happy. Everyone tells him it's a corpse. A money pit.
    A mug's buy.
    “You've bought a dead club, son.”
    “No. I've bought a head start.”
    He's got the future in his head and a war chest nobody can explain. Now he's going to build an empire out of the mud and God help anyone who tries to keep up.
    For fans of Football Dynasty and reborn-to-get-rich urban progression.
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    Tags: Urban · Reincarnation · Foreknowledge · Getting Rich · Rags to Riches · Business · Investment · Football · Weak-to-Strong · Face-Slapping · Working-Class