The Aftermath of the Semi-Final Victory

Celebrations & Emotions

The final whistle had barely blown before Valley Parade erupted into absolute chaos.

Bradford had done it.

6-1 on aggregate. A ruthless display. A statement to the rest of the league.

The players collapsed onto the pitch, some on their knees, some embracing each other, others running straight to the fans.

The crowd was deafening—chants of "WE'RE GOING UP!" echoed through the night sky.

Silva jumped onto Collins' back, laughing.

Carter fist-pumped toward the roaring supporters.

Jake?

He stood still for a moment, hands in his pockets, simply watching.

As soon as they entered the dressing room, it was pure madness.

Champagne bottles were popped open.

Music blasted through the speakers.

Players danced, shouted, and celebrated like they had already won the title.

Collins (grinning): "Six goals? We're unstoppable, man!"