70th Minute –
Bradford had the tempo. The control. The belief.
But the net remained untouched.
Jake didn't hesitate.
He spun toward the bench, eyes scanning, mind racing.
They needed fresh legs. Fresh thinking.
"Richter, Holloway, Barnes—get ready."
The three snapped to attention, stripping off their warm-up gear.
But Jake wasn't done. He looked at Ibáñez. Then at Silva.
"Change of plan. You're in."
The fourth official raised the board.
Off: Costa. Lowe. Rasmussen.
On: Richter. Ibáñez. Silva.
The shift was immediate.
Richter jogged to the right wing, barking instructions, demanding the ball.
Ibáñez slotted into midfield, a bundle of energy, pressing high, forcing Rapid onto the back foot.
Silva? He didn't need time to settle. A touch. A glance. A burst of pace down the left, his first involvement already stretching the defense.
Jake clapped once. Hard.
Twenty minutes.
One goal.
77th Minute –
Bradford weren't letting up. The pressure was mounting.
