The Coaching System-Chapter 187: Championship Matchday 5 (H) vs Hull City 2

Michael Owen:

"That's brave. That's smart. That's exactly what you want from a young goalkeeper."

The ball rebounded toward the penalty arc, but Holloway was there first, clearing it into touch with a heavy boot.

Hull's bench was on their feet. But Jake Wilson?

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Just a single clap from the touchline. Measured. Controlled.

No panic. No drama.

Just satisfaction.

He didn't need to bark instructions. He didn't need to raise his voice. Cox had done exactly what they'd drilled in training.

Commentator:

"Jake Wilson, composed as ever. It's still 2–0. But that was a warning."

Halftime – Inside the Valley Parade Dressing Room

The dressing room buzzed with controlled energy. No one was shouting. No one needed to. The job was halfway done.

Shin pads clinked on the concrete floor. Walsh was toweling off. Rin sat with his head bowed, not from fatigue—but focus.

Jake stood by the tactics board but didn't touch it. He didn't flip markers. He didn't redraw lines.

He just looked around.

Jake (quiet, clear):

"You've got them."

He let it sit. Walked to the center of the room. Looked at each of them—Walsh, Obi, Chapman, Cox.

Jake (firm, even):

"Finish it."

Nothing else.

They didn't need tactics. They didn't need speeches. They just needed the reminder.

As they stood to head back out into the sun, they weren't protecting a lead.

They were going to finish the job.

Second Half – Valley Parade

Kickoff: Bradford City 2–0 Hull City

Commentator (Ian Darke):

"Well, if the first half was about rhythm and control, expect the second to be about statements. Jake Wilson hasn't made a change—he didn't need to. This eleven's been ticking like a watch."

From the first whistle after the break, it was clear Bradford weren't looking to coast. Hull came out a step slower—still dazed from Rin Itoshi's two first-half goals. Bradford, on the other hand, had sharpened. Lowe and Chapman clamped down the middle. Rasmussen and Walsh drifted wider, stretching the back four. Obi, ever the menace, pressed from the front.

Jake Wilson stayed at the edge of his technical area, hands in his pockets, expression flat—but his players were executing something precise. Something relentless.

54' Minute –

Walsh floated central to receive from Bianchi, turned on a dime, and fed Lowe. One touch. Upfield. Chapman let it roll past and dummied wide left—Holloway burst into view.

Commentator (Michael Owen):

"Great weight on that. That's smart from Chapman—it drags two defenders the wrong way."

Holloway took one touch to settle, then pushed forward with urgency. Hull's full-back gave chase, but the timing was all wrong.

Lowe had already anticipated the lane. A quick glance, a soft scoop—the ball dropped into Holloway's stride just before the byline.

Darke:

"Perfectly measured. Absolutely precise from Daniel Lowe."

Holloway didn't break his run. He reached the byline, looked up, and instead of drilling it across blindly—he cut it back. No power. Just direction.

And there, arriving like a ghost between two statues in yellow—

Rin Itoshi.

He didn't stop. Didn't shift his weight.

He struck it first-time.

Inside of the right boot. No hesitation. No adjustment. The ball whipped off his foot and arced into the top right corner.

The keeper didn't dive. He didn't have time.

GOAL – BRADFORD CITY 3–0 HULL CITY (RIN ITOSHI – 58')

Commentator (Darke):

"Hat-trick, hero, highlight reel—call him whatever you like. Rin Itoshi has arrived!"

Owen:

"That is unreal. Top corner. Off the instep. He's 18 years old, Ian."

Valley Parade exploded, but Rin? Just turned calmly toward the dugout.

Three fingers raised.

No grin. No theatrics.

Just presence.

Jake Wilson watched, arms crossed. Nodded once.

That was enough.

Rin walked back toward the center circle, Obi clapping him on the back, Chapman grinning wide. Even Cox, in goal, was shaking his head with a smile.

This wasn't just a great goal.

It was a statement.

72' Minute – Substitution

Valley Parade stood in unison.

The fourth official raised the board. Number 21: Rin Itoshi. Off. Number 9: Costa. On. Alongside it, Number 18: Rasmussen. Off. Number 11: Roney Bardghji. On.

Jake Wilson gave no wave, no gesture—just a brief nod to Rin as he jogged toward the touchline. The young striker lifted a hand to the crowd—modest, unassuming, but the applause that followed him was anything but.

A hat trick. Three finishes, three different styles. Every touch had weight. Every goal, intent.

Costa jogged on with a point to prove. Rin gave him a tap on the back as they passed. No words. Just understanding.

On the other wing, Roney Bardghji took up his position with sharp focus. His first touch—a controlled heel-flick while receiving from Holloway—brought cheers even before the ball went anywhere.

Walsh, ever the utility engine, shuffled across the line and now operated from the left. Jake's tweaks were subtle, but the shift was clear: Roney would stay high and wide to isolate Hull's tiring fullback. Walsh would tuck in on the left for late arrivals. Costa—fresh and physical—would offer the line-leading presence Rin had handed over.

Chapman adjusted his angles. Lowe sat a bit deeper. The machine recalibrated.

Jake stood near the edge of the technical box, watching the reconfiguration unfold with the precision of a man who'd already played this out in his head.

There was no chasing in this match anymore.

Now, Bradford were controlling how it would end.