Blackhaven had defied the odds. Four wins in a row. A place in the top six.
But now, the pressure was different.
Before, they were underdogs. Now, they were contenders.
The squad had fought to reach this level. But could they stay there?
At the training ground, Daisuke saw a shift.
Before, the players trained with hunger—nothing to lose.
Now, they were tense—afraid to make mistakes.
He pulled the squad together.
"You've worked hard to get here," he said. "Don't let pressure kill your football."
Jordan Fraser sighed. "It's different now. Everyone's watching."
Daisuke nodded. "Good. Let them watch. But we keep playing our way."
Expectation could crush them. Or it could fuel them.
Daisuke had to make sure it was the latter.
As Blackhaven climbed the table, the transfer talk intensified.
Kaito Hayashi – Another Bundesliga bid.
James Fletcher – A Premier League club interested.
Oliver Hayes – Championship rivals pushing hard.
Daisuke sat down with each of them.
"You've got offers," he said. "But what do you want?"
Kaito hesitated. "Germany is tempting…"
Fletcher shrugged. "Premier League? Yeah, but I want to be ready."
Hayes smirked. "They want me? Then let them try again next season."
Daisuke didn't beg anyone to stay. But he made them believe in Blackhaven's project.
For now, they remained. But how long before ambition pulled them away?
Blackhaven's rise meant teams no longer underestimated them.
Rivals pressed higher, defended deeper, and countered smarter.
Daisuke adjusted:
Possession-based teams? Blackhaven would press aggressively.
Defensive teams? Slow buildup, draw them out, then strike fast.
Physical teams? Set pieces and aerial battles became a focus.
It wasn't just about playing their style anymore. It was about evolving.
The next three matches would define their season.
1. Norwich (A) – A promotion favorite.
2. Millwall (H) – A physical, scrappy opponent.
3. Sunderland (A) – Another playoff contender.
A bad run could knock them out of the top six. A strong performance could solidify their status as promotion contenders.
Blackhaven had earned respect.
Now, they had to hold on to it.