46' –
From the moment the referee blew his whistle for the second half, Bradford looked different.
Gone was the hesitation. Gone was the caution.
They pressed like a team with something to prove.
Vélez and Ibáñez, following Jake's halftime orders to the letter, swarmed Busquets immediately.
No time. No space.
Every time he received the ball, they were on him.
Busquets tried to take a touch—Vélez snapped at his heels.
He tried to pivot—Ibáñez cut off the passing lane.
The composure Miami had in the first half vanished.
48' –
Bradford's pressure forced Miami into mistakes.
A misplaced pass from Redondo gave Silva a chance to break.
He surged forward, skipping past Alba, before driving a low cross into the box.
The ball deflected—chaos in the area.
Costa lunged. Richter swung a boot.
The ball pinballed around before Falcón hacked it clear.
Miami was under siege.
Jake clapped his hands sharply on the touchline.
This was their moment.
The moment the game shifted.
