UECL Matchday 6 (H) vs Strasbourg 3

Rain thinned, but the cold lingered. The lights of Stade de la Meinau glared off the slick surface as the players reemerged. Jake stood a pace ahead of his staff, arms crossed, back straight. The game wasn't lost—not yet. But something had to change.

Behind him, Paul Roberts leaned in. "You sure?"

Jake didn't answer.

He'd already made the call in the tunnel.

Mensah stood by the fourth official, his jersey tight, shoulders coiled like a spring. Chapman was off—more brains than legs tonight. This wasn't about dictating the middle. This was about dragging the game open.

From the press box above, the BT Sport commentary buzzed in faint delay.

Michael Johnson: "Two strikers now. Jake's going for it. But that midfield might become no man's land fast."

Ibáñez and Vélez took position as the double pivot. Silva and Roney spread wide, almost to the touchline. Mensah moved into the left channel, Richter to the right. It was aggressive. Bold. Risky.