Valley Parade
August 14 – Matchday
Pre-Match – The Storm Before the War
The air at Valley Parade was electric, thick with the tension of expectation. This wasn't just another European night—it was the night. A chance to overturn the 2-1 deficit. A chance to prove that Bradford City belonged on this stage.
The floodlights bathed the pitch in white, illuminating the sea of claret and amber in the stands. Banners waved, scarves were lifted, and the chants were relentless, a wall of noise that rattled through the bones of every player stepping onto the turf.
Inside the locker room, the atmosphere was different. Not loud. Not nervous. Focused.
Jake Wilson stood in the center, hands on his hips, eyes moving from face to face. The players sat on benches, some lacing boots, others already locked in, staring ahead, visualizing.
He spoke, voice calm but edged with steel.
