The Coaching System

84' Minute –

Commentator (Ian Darke):

"Oh that is delightful. Chido Obi, take a bow for the assist, and Ethan Walsh—what a strike from the youngster. Bradford's academy isn't just developing talent—it's producing polish."

It was the kind of move that didn't begin with pace—it began with patience.

Chapman slowed the rhythm at the base, holding off pressure and sweeping it to Lowe. Lowe took two touches, then found Obi dropping off the front line. The Manchester United loanee received it on the half-turn, body perfectly positioned between man and ball.

The defender stepped up—too late.

Obi spun out of the challenge with a graceful roll of the boot, burst into space, and accelerated toward the box. Two Hull shirts converged on him, dragging across from either side.

He didn't force it. Didn't rush.

He waited.

And when the timing was razor thin, he played the pass—threaded with millimetric precision—right into the stride of Ethan Walsh breaking in from the right.

Walsh didn't need a second touch.

One touch. Inside of the left foot. A curling finish low to the far corner.

The keeper didn't dive. He didn't even flinch.

The net rippled softly, and Valley Parade swelled with sound—not the kind that rattles metal, but the kind that carries pride. Earned, not manufactured.

Jake clapped once from the touchline. Not as a formality. As recognition.

Walsh jogged toward the corner flag, one fist raised, the other finger pointing at Obi behind him.

Obi caught up, arm draped over his shoulder. A loanee, yes. But tonight, in this moment, fully Bradford.

Commentator:

"That goal right there? That's clarity. That's chemistry. And it's 4–0 to Jake Wilson's side."

90+2' –

The clock ticked past ninety. Bradford didn't slow. They didn't retreat. They pressed with the same hunger they'd started with—because the standard never dipped.

Lowe intercepted a lazy Hull clearance near the center circle and instantly sparked the final surge. He slipped a short pass into Roney Bardghji on the right wing—fresh legs, full of venom.

Roney sized up his man. A feint inside. A flash outside. The crowd rose with him as he danced past the fullback, driving to the byline.

He lifted his head once—Costa was arriving late at the far post.

The cross came. Driven. Precise.

Costa met it flush on the volley.

The sound of leather smacking leather echoed across the stadium.

It beat the keeper—flat-footed—but smashed the crossbar and bounced out, rattling the frame.

Gasps from the crowd. Even Jake flinched.

Commentator (Ian Darke):

"Oh my! That deserved a goal. Costa nearly added the exclamation point."

The ball spun out wide. Hull hoofed it aimlessly forward—and the referee, mercifully, brought the match to an end.

Full Time – Bradford City 4–0 Hull City

Valley Parade stood to applaud—not for drama, but for dominance. A performance rooted in energy, clarity, and cold-blooded efficiency.

Jake Wilson walked the touchline with his usual stillness, one hand in his pocket, the other briefly raised toward the crowd. As his players jogged off past him, he gave each a nod. Measured. Focused. But never detached.

Rin Itoshi, walking slower than the rest, tapped his chest as fans sang his name. Three goals. One message: he belonged.

Obi clapped toward the Kop. Holloway, arm around Walsh, guided the teenager through his curtain call.

Back in the dugout, Paul Roberts turned toward Jake.

Paul: "Five games. Four wins. Eleven goals scored."

Jake didn't blink.

Jake: "Not top gear yet."

And they both knew he was right.

Bradford were building. But they weren't finished.

Post-Match Press Conference – Valley Parade Media Room

The cameras clicked to life as Jake Wilson settled into the press chair, sleeves rolled to the forearm, water bottle untouched beside the mic. He leaned back slightly, his face calm but unreadable, as the room filled with reporters—local, national, and a few from Europe now paying close attention.

Reporter (Yorkshire Telegraph):

"Jake, 4–0 today. Dominant again. Was that as complete a performance as you've seen this season?"

Jake:

"It was professional. We moved the ball quickly, we finished our chances. But the scoreline doesn't flatter us—we earned it. That was intensity from minute one to ninety-five."

Reporter (Sky Sports):

"Let's talk about Rin Itoshi. A hat trick. Still a teenager. How would you describe that performance?"

Jake:

"Clinical. Sharp. Ruthless. He didn't need ten chances—he needed three. That's what top-level forwards do. And he's learning fast."

Reporter (The Athletic):

"Ethan Walsh—first senior goal. More than that, he looked like he belonged. Thoughts on his progress?"

Jake (smiling slightly):

"Ethan's got no fear. That's the first thing. The second is, he listens. Not just to me, but to the older lads. Costa, Roney, Vélez—they've all helped shape his role. The goal was clean. The movement even better."

Reporter (BBC Sport):

"You've now won four out of five in the league this August—only one defeat. You're third in the Championship table. Add that to the European comeback against Rapid Wien and the draw against Fenerbahçe… that's quite a month."

Jake:

"Yeah, the schedule's been brutal. We've rotated heavily and still found ways to win. Europe demands a different kind of focus, different tempo. But the lads have embraced it. The Fenerbahçe game showed we're not here just to be polite guests. We belong."

Reporter (UEFA English Desk):

"You're currently 12th in the UEFA Conference League table after Matchday 1. Does the format change the way you approach the next five fixtures?"

Jake:

"It does. One win can change everything, but so can one bad result. It's a six-game sprint. You've got to be consistent—but brave. I'd rather we attack than survive."

The moderator signaled for last questions. Jake nodded, stood, and left without fuss.

Fan Forum – ClaretBuzz.net

Thread Title: Rin. Freaking. Itoshi.

Started by: BlackBoots97

BlackBoots97:

I still don't believe that second goal. The way he just hit it without even controlling it? Ice in the veins. And he's 18.

BantamBlood88:

Walsh's finish was clean too. Obi's assist was nasty. This attack is DEEP now.

Jamo1878:

That Holloway overlap for the third goal… the pass, the cutback, the timing—chef's kiss. I stood up in my living room and screamed.

HaalandOnLoanPlease:

We're third in the league and made Fenerbahçe bleed on a Thursday night. How is this real?

FlatCapJake:

Jake Wilson is him. The man rotated half the squad and we still battered Hull. What a time to be alive.

QuietMidfielder47:

Let's not get carried away. September's brutal. But if we come out of it still top four and still in the mix in Europe… it's on.

EFL Championship Table (End of August )

Team P W D L Pts

Leicester City 5 4 1 0 13

Bradford City 5 4 0 1 12

Southampton 5 3 2 0 11

Middlesbrough 5 3 1 1 10

West Bromwich Albion 5 3 1 1 10

Ipswich Town 5 3 1 1 10

Hull City 5 3 0 2 9

Watford 5 2 2 1 8

Swansea City 5 2 2 1 8

Derby County 5 2 2 1 8

Coventry City 5 2 1 2 7

Preston North End 5 2 1 2 7

Cardiff City 5 2 1 2 7

Norwich City 5 2 1 2 7

Sheffield Wednesday 5 2 1 2 7

Stoke City 5 2 0 3 6

Huddersfield Town 5 1 2 2 5

Sunderland 5 1 1 3 4

Millwall 5 1 1 3 4

Plymouth Argyle 5 1 1 3 4

QPR 5 1 1 3 4

Wrexham 5 1 1 3 4

Blackburn Rovers 5 1 0 4 3

Bristol City 5 0 1 4 1