Bradford Training Ground
The morning sun barely crept over the horizon as Jake arrived at the training ground, coffee in hand, eyes locked on his clipboard. The Carabao Cup quarter-final against Chelsea was just days away, and every second of preparation counted.
Bradford had never faced a team of Chelsea's caliber before. It wasn't just about tactics—it was about mentality. If they stepped onto that pitch starstruck, it would be over before it even started.
Jake walked onto the field where his squad was already warming up. The energy was intense. Every player knew what was at stake.
"Alright, listen up!" Jake clapped his hands to gather their attention. "We have two choices. We can either show up, enjoy the moment, take some pictures—then get embarrassed. Or… we can go to war."
The players exchanged looks, determination settling in.