The Coaching System

The weight of the entire season rested on one final match.

Bradford City vs. Wrexham.

Wrexham had already secured promotion and had nothing left to play for.

Bradford?

They were one point above relegation.

Lose, and they were gone.

Jake stood in the center of the dressing room, his arms crossed as his players sat before him.

They had played 45 matches. Won some. Lost more. Now, one last game would decide everything.

And for the first time since taking over, Jake had no doubts.

His system had just given him the perfect solution.

A blue screen flickered in his vision.

[Ding! Last Match of the Season – Do or Die Mode Activated.]

[Analyzing Opponent: Wrexham – Top of the League, Already Promoted.]

[Opposition Weakness: Mentally Unfocused, Weak Against Early Blitz Attacks.]

[Recommended Formation: 3-4-3 Ultra-Offensive]

[High Tempo – Aggressive Pressing – Overloading the Final Third]

Jake's eyes narrowed.

He had spent the entire season forcing a structured, disciplined, defensive approach.

Now?

Now, the system was telling him to throw all of that away.

He turned toward the tactics board and grabbed a marker.

The Tactical Shift: 3-4-3 Ultra-Offensive

Jake drew out the new formation.

"We're playing a 3-4-3."

The players blinked.

Nathan Barnes, his most reliable defender, frowned. "We've never played with three at the back."

"We have today," Jake replied. "We're not here to defend. We're here to attack."

David Reece, the young winger, leaned forward. "So… we're going all out?"

Jake nodded.

"We hit them fast. We press high. We overload the attack."

He tapped the midfield positions.

"Williams and Holden, you don't sit back. You push forward."

He pointed to the wingers.

"Reece, Taylor, your job is simple—run at them. No hesitation."

A deep breath.

"We are not playing for a draw. We are not waiting for them to make a mistake."

His eyes scanned the room.

"We're taking the game to them. From the first second."

Silence.

Then, Barnes smirked. "Alright then. Let's do it."

Jake glanced at the clock. Kickoff in 30 minutes.

No more talking.

It was time.

Kickoff

The whistle blew.

And Bradford City exploded forward.

From the very first second, they pressed Wrexham aggressively, winning the ball high up the pitch.

Wrexham looked caught off guard.

They weren't used to being chased, suffocated, overwhelmed.

In the 6th minute, Reece burst down the left flank, cut inside, and squared it to Holden.

Holden took a touch—then fired.

GOAL.

1-0, Bradford.

The away fans erupted.

Jake didn't celebrate.

He turned to his players on the pitch and gestured for them to go again.

No sitting back. No slowing down.

And they listened.

19th minute.

Taylor dribbled past two defenders, slipped a pass through to Williams, who smashed it into the top corner.

2-0, Bradford.

34th minute.

A defensive mistake from Wrexham led to a loose ball in the box. Reece reacted first, pouncing on the chance and curling it home.

3-0, Bradford.

The Wrexham players looked stunned.

Jake could see it in their body language.

They had expected an easy game.

They had expected Bradford to play scared.

Instead, they were getting destroyed.

Halftime whistle blew.

Bradford City – 3, Wrexham – 0.

Second Half began

Wrexham came out desperate.

They threw players forward, trying to claw their way back.

But that was exactly what Jake had wanted.

Bradford sat deep for the first time all game, absorbing the pressure.

Then, in the 67th minute, they countered.

Holden sprinted down the wing, cutting inside before squaring the ball to Reece.

One touch—then a rocket into the net.

4-0.

The away fans couldn't believe what they were watching.

And it wasn't over.

83rd minute.

A free kick just outside the box.

Jake turned to Barnes. "End it."

Barnes stepped up, took a deep breath, and curled the ball perfectly into the top corner.

5-0.

The Bradford bench exploded.

Jake simply exhaled, hands in his pockets.

This was it.

The job was done.

The Final Whistle – Survival Confirmed

The referee blew the whistle.

Bradford City – 5.

Wrexham – 0.

The players collapsed onto the pitch in exhaustion.

Jake turned toward the scoreboard.

Then, he looked at the league table.

Bradford had survived.

By one single point.

Two days later, Jake sat in the boardroom, facing Chairman Henry Lowe.

Lowe looked over the papers in front of him, then leaned back.

"Jake. You did it."

Jake nodded. "Yeah."

Lowe smirked. "We'd be idiots not to extend your contract."

He slid the papers across the table.

"Two years. £300,000 transfer budget."

Jake scanned the contract.

Then, he picked up the pen and signed.

Next season, Bradford wasn't playing to survive.

They were playing to win.

That night, as Jake sat in his office, a blue screen appeared.

[Ding! Hidden Gems Scouting Activated.]

[Scanning Lower Leagues…]

[Talent Identified – Ryan Carter (Midfielder) – 7th Tier, England]

Jake's lips curled into a smirk.

A nobody. A player with no hype, no expectations.

Just like Bradford.

Jake leaned back, already making plans.