64' –
Madrid had control, dictating the tempo with their midfield trio of Modrić, Bellingham, and Valverde, but Bradford was still looking for their own moment.
They weren't afraid.
Leo Rasmussen had been lively since coming on, injecting pace and unpredictability down the right flank. When Chapman won a loose ball in midfield, he immediately looked wide.
Rasmussen was in space.
A perfectly weighted diagonal switch found him near the edge of the final third. His first touch was clean, his second was decisive—a burst of acceleration straight at Mendy.
Mendy backpedaled, giving him space.
Rasmussen cut inside onto his left foot.
25 yards out. A small window of opportunity.
He took it.
A venomous curling effort, bending toward the top-left corner.
Courtois saw it late. He scrambled across, diving at full stretch—fingertips barely pushed it over the bar.
The Bradford fans roared. That was close.
Jake clapped from the sideline, nodding. "That's more like it."
