The Coaching System

Jake stared at the transfer list on his screen.

The seven outgoing players were gone, the squad was thinner than ever, and now it was time to bring in new blood.

The system had already provided four key signings that would help rebuild the squad.

[Ding! Recommended Transfers]

[Ryan Carter – Midfielder – 19 – England (7th Tier)]

[Ahmed Saidi – Center-Back – 21 – Tunisia]

[Emeka Okafor – Goalkeeper – 22 – Nigeria]

[Lukas Novak – Winger – 20 – Czech Republic]

Each of them was a gamble.

Carter was completely unknown, playing in the depths of non-league football.

Okafor had no experience in European football.

Novak had raw talent but hadn't proven himself in a top league.

And then there was Saidi. Strong, aggressive, composed—a perfect center-back for Bradford's rebuild.

The problem?

His club didn't want to sell.

Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. He would have to handle that one personally.

For now, the easy deals came first.

Signing Ryan Carter

The call to Ryan Carter was short and simple.

"Ryan, this is Jake Wilson, manager of Bradford City."

There was silence on the line. Then, an excited voice.

"Wait… the Jake Wilson? The one who kept Bradford up?"

Jake smirked. "Yeah. We want to bring you in."

Ryan almost couldn't believe it.

"Are you serious? I—I mean, of course, I'm interested!"

Jake didn't bother with negotiations. "We'll give you a two-year deal. You'll be part of the first team. If you prove yourself, you play. Simple."

There was no hesitation.

"Yes. Absolutely, yes!"

One call. One signing done.

Signing Lukas Novak

Novak's agent was a tougher opponent.

"Why should my client join Bradford? He has offers from clubs in Poland and Austria."

Jake didn't waste time. "Because we'll make him a star."

The agent scoffed. "You're a fifth-tier club."

"Not for long."

A pause. Then, the agent sighed. "Fine. Send the contract details. But he won't sign unless you guarantee first-team football."

Jake expected that demand.

"Done."

A few days later, Novak was in Bradford, shaking hands with Jake in his office.

"Don't make me regret this," Jake warned.

Novak grinned. "I won't."

Signing Emeka Okafor

Okafor's club in Nigeria (Remo Stars) was stubborn.

They knew their goalkeeper was talented, and they weren't going to let him go for cheap.

After three days of back-and-forth negotiations, Jake finally secured the deal for £20,000.

It wasn't cheap.

But a strong, young goalkeeper was worth it.

Okafor arrived a week later, eager to prove himself.

"Boss, I won't disappoint you," he said, shaking Jake's hand.

Jake nodded. "Good. Because I don't do second chances."

The Struggle for Ahmed Saidi

Saidi's transfer was a nightmare.

Bradford's first offer (£110,000) was rejected instantly.

The Tunisian club's (AS Gabès) chairman, an old-school businessman, refused to sell.

Jake called personally.

"We don't sell our best players mid-contract," the chairman said firmly.

Jake exhaled. "I'm not here to waste your time. Saidi wants to come to Europe. He wants to grow."

The chairman scoffed. "We don't care what he wants."

Jake leaned back in his chair. "Alright. What do you want?"

The chairman paused. "A European club willing to give us something in return."

Jake thought for a moment.

Then, he saw an opening.

"If we buy Saidi, we'll play a preseason match in Tunisia against your club. Your team gets exposure, ticket revenue, and a chance to face a European side and a £80,000 transfer fee."

The chairman finally hesitated.

It was a gamble, but one he was considering.

Jake waited.

Finally, the chairman sighed. "You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Wilson. We will accept."

The deal was done.

Saidi was coming to Bradford.

And in return?

Jake had just added a friendly match in Tunisia to their preseason schedule.

It was worth it.

The media reaction to the signings was brutal.

"Bradford signs unknown 7th-tier midfielder—desperation or genius?" – Football Weekly

"A Nigerian keeper, a Tunisian defender, a Czech winger—does Wilson know what he's doing?" – The Daily Post

"Bradford's rebuild is a joke—these players won't last six months." – The Guardian Sport

Online, the fans weren't much better.

"What is Wilson doing?? A 7th-tier kid?? A random African keeper?? We're doomed!"

"Holbrook was forced out for THIS, for this donkeys?"

"I'm losing faith already."

Jake scrolled through the headlines and comments without emotion.

Let them doubt.

He would prove them all wrong.

The first preseason match was three days away, and the press wanted answers.

Jake sat at the podium, adjusting his microphone as the questions began.

"Jake, you've sold seven first-team players and replaced them with unknowns. Are you sure about this?"

Jake leaned forward. "Yes."

"That's it? You don't think these transfers are risky?"

Jake shrugged. "Every signing is a risk. But I don't bring in players I don't believe in."

Another journalist spoke up.

"Ryan Carter has never played above the seventh tier. Why him?"

Jake smirked. "Because no one else saw his talent. But I did."

"Okafor, Novak, Saidi—they've never played English football. Won't they struggle?"

Jake tilted his head. "They'll adapt. Quickly."

One reporter leaned in. "Some fans are furious about the rebuild. What do you say to them?"

Jake's eyes hardened. "They'll understand when we start winning."

A few murmurs filled the room.

Jake wasn't here to beg for trust.

He was here to build a winning team.

The press conference ended with reporters still doubtful.

Jake left without looking back.

His work wasn't done.

Now, it was time to see these players in action.

The preseason was about to begin.