Jake sat in his office, the glow of his laptop screen illuminating the room. The night had stretched longer than expected, but there was still work to be done. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling before pulling up the system.
"Show available staff and scouts."
A second later, a list appeared, neatly categorized. Three goalkeeping coaches. One attacking coach. One defensive coach. Three scouts.
Jake's eyes moved down the list, analyzing the profiles. The system wasn't just throwing nas at him—it was filtering the best available options that matched his philosophy.
His phone vibrated, but he ignored it. He was locked in now.
First, the coaches.
He needed people who wouldn't just fill a position but actually improve the squad. The goalkeeping departnt was the biggest priority—Okafor had been outstanding, but if Bradford wanted to compete in Europe, he needed specialists working with him.
Then, attacking and defensive coaches. It wasn't enough to have good players. The structure had to be in place.
And finally, the scouts.
If Bradford was going to survive at the top level, their recruitnt had to be elite. They couldn't outspend the big clubs, but they could outsmart them.
Jake clicked through each na, marking his top choices. He wasn't leaving this to chance.
The eting with Timothy Rollins
The next morning, Jake walked into the boardroom, where Timothy Rollins was already waiting. The chairman sat with a coffee in front of him, his expression as unreadable as ever.
"Early start?" Rollins said, glancing at the ti.
Jake sat down. "No ti to waste."
Rollins gave a small smirk before nodding. "Alright. Let's hear it."
Jake pulled up his notes. "I've shortlisted staff and scouts. We'll need to move quickly before other clubs pick them up."
Rollins sipped his coffee, then gestured for him to continue.
Jake laid out the plan—the three goalkeeping coaches to work with Okafor and the new signing, the attacking coach to sharpen their finishing, and the defensive coach to bring more structure.
Then, he moved on to the scouts.
"We're going to need a strong recruitnt team," Jake said. "These three have a track record of spotting talent before the big clubs get involved."
Rollins leaned forward slightly. "And you think they'll co?"
Jake t his gaze. "If we move fast."
The chairman exhaled, drumming his fingers against the desk. "Fine. You have full control. Get it done."
Jake didn't waste ti. He shook Rollins' hand, left the office, and imdiately began making calls.
The eting with the New Staff
After the eting with the chairman,, Jake sat in his office, a cup of black coffee in front of him, as Michael Stone placed a folder on his desk.
"All interested," Stone said, tapping the file. "Three goalkeeping coaches, one attacking coach, one defensive coach, and three scouts. Now it's just about closing the deals."
Jake nodded, rolling up his sleeves. Ti to build sothing real.
The Goalkeeping Departnt –
The first call was to Paul Harrington, an experienced Premier League-level goalkeeping coach known for his ticulous approach.
The screen flickered as Harrington's face appeared.
"Jake," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I hear you need a keeper specialist."
Jake got straight to the point. "We're building for the future. Okafor's our No.1, and we've just signed Cox. They need soone who can push them—not just keep them sharp, but make them better."
Harrington nodded. "I like Okafor's reflexes. Cox is raw but talented. You let shape them properly, and we'll have sothing special."
Jake glanced at Michael Stone, who gave a subtle nod.
"Three-year deal," Jake offered. "Full control over goalkeeper developnt."
Harrington smirked. "Sounds good to ."
Next up was Thomas ier, a highly regarded German goalkeeping analyst and coach who had spent years working with Bundesliga clubs. Unlike Paul Harrington, who focused on traditional shot-stopping and command of the box, ier specialized in the modern aspects of goalkeeping—distribution, tactical positioning, and sweeper-keeper movent.
Bradford was stepping into a new level of football, and Jake knew they couldn't afford to have a keeper who panicked under pressure. If they wanted to play out from the back, they needed soone who could make Okafor and Cox comfortable on the ball.
Jake connected the call. ier was all business.
The German coach appeared on the screen, his expression sharp and professional.
"You play out from the back?" ier asked imdiately, skipping any pleasantries.
Jake didn't hesitate. "We will."
ier tilted his head slightly. "And you want a keeper who is more than just a shot-stopper?"
Jake nodded. "I want my keepers to be an extension of the defense. They need to be calm under pressure, pick the right passes, and handle high pressing teams without panic."
ier exhaled, his face remaining neutral. "That's my area. I'll make sure they're ready for that transition."
Jake glanced at Michael Stone, who had been listening quietly. This was the right guy.
"Two-year contract," Jake said. "You'll work alongside Harrington, focusing on distribution and modern tactical awareness."
ier didn't even hesitate. "Deal."
There was no celebration, no excessive excitent—just a nod of agreent between professionals.
Jake smirked. "Welco to Bradford."
ier's lips curled slightly into a small smile. "Let's get to work."
The call ended, and Jake leaned back in his chair.
The foundation for Bradford's goalkeeping evolution was now in place.
Jake had locked in Paul Harrington for handling overall goalkeeping developnt and Thomas ier for modern distribution and tactical positioning. But there was one more spot to fill.
He picked up his phone and dialed Carlos Jiménez, a South Arican goalkeeper coach known for developing keepers with insane reflexes and shot-stopping ability.
The call connected.
"Coach Wilson," Jiménez greeted in his thick Argentine accent. "I've seen your work. You like to take risks."
Jake smirked. "Only when they're worth it. We need a specialist—soone who sharpens reactions, improves one-on-one saves, and pushes our keepers to their limits."
Jiménez chuckled. "So you want a monster in goal?"
"I want a keeper who wins gas, not just stops shots."
Jiménez leaned forward. "Three-year contract, full authority over reflex training, and I'll make sure you get that."
Jake glanced at Michael Stone, who gave a short nod.
"Welco to Bradford," Jake said.
The Attacking & Defensive Specialists
Next was Miguel Velasquez, an attacking coach from Spain who had worked in La Liga. Bradford needed soone who could refine their finishing and offensive structure, especially with Novak gone.
Velasquez picked up imdiately, his thick Spanish accent coming through. "Mister Wilson. I must say, your club's rise has been impressive."
Jake didn't waste ti. "We need soone to fine-tune our attack. You fit the profile. Are you interested?"
Velasquez rubbed his chin. "It depends. What's the vision?"
Jake leaned forward. "Fast, dynamic, unpredictable. We don't just want to score—we want to control gas in the final third."
Velasquez grinned. "Now you're speaking my language."
A two-year contract was agreed upon, with performance-based bonuses.
Then ca Steve Murdock, an English defensive coach with a reputation for tactical organization and set-piece mastery.
Murdock didn't even wait for Jake to pitch. "I've watched you work, Wilson. You've got guts. I like that. You need soone to tighten the backline?"
Jake smirked. "That's why we're talking."
Murdock nodded. "Three-year deal. Let shape this defense properly."
Jake shook his hand. "Done."
The Scouts –
After locking in the coaching staff, it was ti to reshape the scouting departnt.
First up was Daniel Petrovic, a Serbian scout with a history of discovering young talent before the big clubs.
"I don't chase stars," Petrovic said over the call. "I find them before anyone else notices."
Jake liked the attitude. "That's exactly what we need."
A three-year deal was signed.
Then ca Omar Dembélé, a French scout who had worked with so of the top academies in Ligue 1.
Dembélé leaned forward on the call. "Are you prepared to invest in youth?"
Jake nodded. "Absolutely."
Dembélé smirked. "Then I'm in."
Lastly, Elliot Fraser, an English scout with an eye for undervalued Championship talent.
Fraser was blunt. "You don't need to tell you that this league is a jungle. I know who's worth betting on and who's a waste of ti."
Jake didn't hesitate. "You're hired."
Finalized Staff ListPaul Harrington – Head Goalkeeping Coach (3 years)
Thomas ier – Goalkeeping Distribution Coach (2 years)
Carlos Jiménez – Reflex & Shot-Stopping Coach (3 years)
Miguel Velasquez – Attacking Coach (2 years)
Steve Murdock – Defensive Coach (3 years)
Daniel Petrovic – Scout (3 years)
Omar Dembélé – Scout (3 years)
Elliot Fraser – Scout (2 years)
Jake exhaled, satisfied.
The backroom staff was complete.
Bradford City wasn't just improving the squad—they were preparing for sothing bigger.
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