The Coaching System

Jake Wilson stood on the touchline of Valley Parade, taking in the energy of the packed stadium. This was it—the beginning of his first full season as Bradford City's manager. The chants of the fans echoed through the air, filling the stadium with an atmosphere that sent chills down his spine.

"Wilson's Bantams! We're going up!"

The excitement was understandable. Bradford had been reborn under his leadership, and after a strong preseason, expectations were high. But League Two was a different beast—one mistake, and a promising campaign could spiral into mediocrity.

His assistant, Paul Roberts, stood beside him, arms folded. "Morecambe's manager said they're coming here to frustrate us. They're playing a deep block, waiting to counter."

Jake smirked. "Then we don't let them breathe."

Just as he turned to the dugout, the system activated.

[Ding! "Rival Analysis" Function Activated]

[Scanning Morecambe FC…]

[Weaknesses Detected:]

Slow center-backs—vulnerable to pacey attackers.

Struggle under high pressing—prone to errors when pressured.

Left-back often pushes too high—leaves space behind.

Jake's smirk widened. "Looks like we're attacking from the start."

Starting XI (4-3-3 Formation)

Goalkeeper:

Emeka Okafor

Defenders:

James Richards (RB)

Nathan Barnes (CB)

Noah Fletcher (CB)

Aiden Taylor (LB)

Midfielders:

Charlie Benson (CDM)

Alejandro Ortega (CM)

Ryan Carter (CM)

Forwards:

Diego Castellón (LW)

Lukas Novak (ST)

Jamie Collins (RW)

The plan was simple: Press high. Move fast. Exploit their backline.

The referee's whistle echoed across the pitch, and Morecambe barely had time to breathe before Bradford pounced.

In the 5th minute, Benson won possession high up the pitch, immediately laying it off to Ortega. The Spaniard quickly shifted the ball to Castellón on the left wing.

The Morecambe right-back was too slow to react.

Castellón danced past him, cutting inside before delivering a whipped cross to the near post.

Novak, already reading the play, leapt higher than the center-back, his header bulleting past the goalkeeper.

GOAL!

The stadium erupted. 1-0 Bradford.

Paul grinned. "That's a textbook Wilson goal—win it high, punish them fast."

Jake nodded, his arms crossed. "And we're just getting started."

Bradford didn't let up.

Morecambe tried to play out from the back, but Bradford's press was suffocating.

Benson and Carter cut off passing lanes, forcing Morecambe's defenders into panicked clearances.

Every time the visitors got the ball, they barely kept possession for more than five seconds.

Then, in the 14th minute, the second goal came.

Ryan Carter, Bradford's midfield maestro, picked up the ball near the center circle. With one quick look, he spotted Collins making a diagonal run behind the slow center-backs.

Without hesitation, Carter sliced a perfect through ball between the defenders.

Collins, faster than both defenders combined, sprinted through, taking one touch before coolly slotting it past the onrushing keeper.

GOAL!

2-0 Bradford.

The Morecambe defenders threw their arms up in frustration. Their weakness had been completely exposed.

Paul chuckled. "This is bullying."

Jake didn't look away from the pitch. "Not yet. But it will be."

Bradford kept their foot on the gas, denying Morecambe any chance to settle.

By the 25th minute, Morecambe's players were visibly shaken. They couldn't string more than three passes together before Benson or Carter intercepted.

Then, in the 27th minute, the third goal arrived—this time, from nowhere.

After a failed Morecambe clearance, the ball bounced toward Ortega, 30 yards from goal.

Instead of controlling it, Ortega struck it first time.

The ball took a wicked deflection off a Morecambe defender's shin, completely wrong-footing the keeper.

GOAL!

3-0 Bradford.

Ortega ran to the corner flag, arms spread wide, while the stadium roared in celebration.

Jake simply smiled. This was his football. Relentless, punishing, and dominant.

Morecambe Are Suffocated

33rd minute: Morecambe finally broke through Bradford's press, launching a rare attack. But their final pass was intercepted by Fletcher, who played it back to Okafor to reset.

38th minute: Collins dribbled past two defenders, delivering a cross that Novak narrowly missed.

42nd minute: Morecambe's frustration boiled over—one of their midfielders was booked for a reckless challenge on Benson.

Jake turned to Paul. "We're in their heads."

Paul smirked. "And they still have 45 minutes to survive."

The referee blew for halftime.

Bradford City 3-0 Morecambe.

Jake headed for the tunnel, his expression unreadable. Inside, however, he knew the truth.

They weren't just winning. They were making a statement.