Jake leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he stared at the system's latest recommendations. His office was quiet, the only sound coming from the faint hum of the laptop cooling fan. A cup of coffee sat untouched on his desk, long gone cold.
Three names were displayed on the screen.
Roney Bardghji.
Matthew Cox.
Reece Holloway.
Jake exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple.
Bardghji was no surprise. The Swedish winger was already one of the most highly-rated young prospects in Europe. Quick, technical, and fearless in one-on-one situations, he had the ability to change a game in an instant. If Bradford somehow pulled off this signing, he'd instantly elevate their attack.
But that was the problem—pulling it off.