The Coaching System-Chapter 155: Bradford vs Real Madrid – Part 2

Second Half – A Different Beast

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Jake had barely taken his seat when he saw Real Madrid's bench spring into action.

Carlo Ancelotti wasn't playing around.

He wasn't just making adjustments. He was changing the entire game.

Madrid made nine substitutions at halftime, bringing on some of the most dangerous players in world football.

As each name was called, Jake exhaled. This wasn't just a tactical reshuffle—this was Madrid at full power.

Madrid Substitutions (46'):GK: Thibaut Courtois on (Lunin off)

RB: Dani Carvajal on (Vázquez off)

CB: David Alaba on (Militão off)

LB: Ferland Mendy on (Fran García off)

CM: Federico Valverde on (Tchouaméni off)

CM: Jude Bellingham on (Camavinga off)

CM: Luka Modrić on (Güler off)

LW: Vinícius Júnior on (Brahim Díaz off)

ST: Kylian Mbappé on (Endrick off)

Jake leaned back, crossing his arms.

Paul Roberts, sitting beside him, let out a low whistle. "It's like they hit a reset button."

And it felt like that.

Madrid had just spent 45 minutes feeling out the game, controlling possession, but now?

Now, they were flipping the switch.

Courtois—one of the world's best goalkeepers—was stepping in.

Carvajal and Mendy brought stability and defensive awareness that Madrid had lacked in the first half.

Valverde's energy, Bellingham's drive, and Modrić's mastery were about to dictate everything in midfield.

And up front?

Vinícius Júnior.

Kylian Mbappé.

The two deadliest forwards in world football.

Jake turned back to the pitch.

The energy had shifted.

Madrid wasn't just testing their squad depth anymore.

Now, they were here to dominate.

50' –

It took four minutes for Kylian Mbappé to change the game.

Bradford had started the second half bravely—still pressing, still looking for openings. They weren't backing down.

But against Madrid's new frontline, every mistake was fatal.

Luka Modrić, the veteran magician, had seen enough.

Standing near the center circle, he barely needed to glance up. His footballing brain worked faster than anyone else's on the pitch.

One perfectly weighted pass.

A piercing ball between Fletcher and Barnes. Not just into space, but into Mbappé's stride.

Barnes reacted immediately, sprinting back. He had a three-yard head start.

It didn't matter.

Mbappé glided past him like he wasn't even there. The sheer acceleration was breathtaking. A blur of white and gold.

Now it was just him and Okafor.

One-on-one. The kind of moment Mbappé lived for.

Okafor rushed out, trying to close the angle.

Mbappé barely even looked up.

A drop of the shoulder. A shift onto his right foot.

Then, with absurd ease—he chipped it.

A delicate, effortless flick. The ball sailed over Okafor, who could only watch as it floated into the empty net.

Silence.

For a second, Valley Parade stood still.

Even the Bradford fans gasped. It wasn't just a goal. It was a statement. A moment of footballing perfection.

Some of them even clapped—because how could you not? They had just witnessed greatness.

Mbappé didn't celebrate wildly. He didn't need to.

A nod toward Ancelotti. A small smirk.

Just another day at the office.

Bradford 1-3 Real Madrid.

55' –

Madrid were toying with Bradford now.

Luka Modrić, effortlessly controlling the tempo, played a quick one-two with Valverde before shifting the ball wide to Vinícius Júnior.

Richards stepped up, trying to close him down.

Big mistake.

With one flick, Vinícius popped the ball over Richards' head—a perfect rainbow flick.

The crowd gasped.

Vinícius didn't stop to admire it. He exploded forward, cutting inside past Fletcher, gliding into the box.

The angle was tight, but he didn't hesitate.

A curling shot toward the top corner.

Okafor didn't even move.

The ball smashed off the crossbar.

Gasps echoed around Valley Parade. Inches away from a wonder goal.

Richards exhaled, shaking his head. Vinícius was playing a different game.

Jake turned to Paul Roberts. "That would've been one for the highlight reel."

Paul sighed. "They're just warming up."

And then, four minutes later, Mbappé did something even more ridiculous.

59' –

Bradford barely had time to breathe.

Madrid smelled blood.

Vinícius was unstoppable now. He danced through the midfield, brushing past Ibáñez, skipping away from Vélez, and racing down the left flank.

Richards didn't even try to step in this time.

Vinícius hit a first-time cross into the box, whipping the ball behind Bradford's defense.

It looked too awkward for anyone to reach.

Except for Mbappé.

Instinct. Athleticism. Pure brilliance.

Mbappé jumped forward, twisting his body mid-air.

And then—he flicked his foot backward, scorpion-kicking the ball past Okafor.

The net rippled.

Valley Parade froze.

Jake's jaw tightened. How do you even defend that?

Even some Bradford fans clapped, unable to believe what they had just seen.

Mbappé got up like it was nothing. No wild celebration. Just a smirk, a nod to Vinícius, and a jog back to midfield.

Jake folded his arms. This was the difference.

Bradford had to fight for every inch. Every goal required perfect execution.

Madrid? They were ruthless.

Bradford 1-4 Real Madrid.

62' – Tactical Shift – Nine Changes for Bradford

Jake had seen enough.

Real Madrid was showing them the highest level of football, and the scoreline reflected it. But pre-season wasn't just about results—it was about learning.

If Madrid's young stars could shine, then so could Bradford's.

Jake turned to Paul Roberts. "Time for fresh legs. We need to see what the other guys can do."

Paul nodded and signaled for the substitutions.

Bradford made nine changes in one go, a complete tactical reset.

Bradford Substitutions (62'):Goalkeeper: Emeka Okafor off ⬇️ Matthew Cox (18, England) on

Center-Back: Nathan Barnes off Marco Bianchi (19, Italy) on

Center-Back: Noah Fletcher off Kang Min-jae (25, South Korea) on

Left-Back: Aiden Taylor off Reece Holloway (19, England) on

Central Midfielder: Santiago Vélez off Daniel Lowe (28, England) on

Central Midfielder: Andrés Ibáñez off Lewis Chapman (25, England) on

Right Wing: Roney Bardghji off Leo Rasmussen (19, Denmark) on

Left Wing: Renan Silva off Raphael Mensah (20, Ghana) on

Striker: Tobias Richter off Chido Obi (19, Nigeria) on

Striker: Guilherme Costa off Rin Itoshi (18, Japan) on

As Obi and Itoshi jogged onto the field, Jake called them over.

"This is your moment," Jake said, clapping them on the back. "Madrid won't give you space. You have to take it. Show me something."

Obi and Itoshi nodded sharply, their eyes locked with determination.

The match was still Madrid's to control.

But for these young players, this wasn't just a friendly.

This was their chance.