The Coaching System

Morning Headlines & Fan Reactions

Jake woke up to the insistent buzz of his phone vibrating against the nightstand. His head was still heavy with sleep, and for a moment, he considered ignoring it. But the vibration didn't stop.

With a groggy sigh, he rolled over, squinting at the bright screen.

68 notifications.

His first thought was that something had happened overnight—maybe another football scandal, maybe one of his players had said something reckless online.

Then, his eyes caught the headlines plastered across his feed.

"Bradford City Sold to Billionaire Timothy Rollins!""New Era Begins – Will Jake Wilson Stay?""One of the World's Richest Men Takes Over Bradford – Premier League Project Incoming?"

Jake sat up instantly, rubbing a hand over his face. His heartbeat quickened as he scrolled through article after article.

So it's official.

Bradford had a new owner.

Timothy Rollins. A billionaire. A name Jake had barely heard before.

Jake exhaled sharply, already anticipating the chaos that would follow. The media would go wild, the speculation about his future would be non-stop, and most importantly—the fans would have their say.

Curious, he opened the Bradford Fan Café, the online forum where the most die-hard supporters gathered.

"We HAVE to keep Jake. I don't care who owns us now—he's the one who made this club what it is."

"Rollins is worth billions. If he backs Jake, we could be in the Premier League in two years!"

"New ownership usually means a new manager… I don't like this."

"I swear, if they sack Jake, we riot."

Some fans were ecstatic, seeing this as the beginning of a new golden era for the club. Others were cautious, fearing that big money could change the identity of their beloved team. And then there were the worried ones—those who knew that new ownership often meant new management.

Jake sighed and locked his phone.

None of that mattered right now.

He had something more important to deal with.

The Truth Comes Out

Jake found Emma in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in her hands.

She barely glanced up when he entered.

She had been distant since that night.

Since his drunken confession.

Jake pulled out a chair and sat down across from her. The silence between them stretched uncomfortably, thick with unspoken words.

He had always been good at talking—rallying his players, handling press conferences, controlling dressing rooms filled with egos.

But this?

This was different.

Jake exhaled slowly, gathering his thoughts before finally speaking.

"What you heard that night… it was true."

Emma's fingers tensed around her coffee mug.

Jake swallowed. "I'm not really Jake Wilson. I died. I reincarnated. I didn't know how to tell you, because—I didn't want to lose this." He gestured around them. The house. The life they had built together. Her. "I didn't want to lose you."

Emma didn't speak.

For a terrifying moment, Jake thought she was going to stand up and walk away.

Then she finally lifted her eyes to his.

"It doesn't matter who you were."

Jake blinked.

Emma's expression was unreadable, but there was no hesitation in her voice.

"You're Jake now. You care about me and the kids. That's all that matters."

Relief crashed over him like a tidal wave.

She wasn't leaving.

She wasn't scared.

She had accepted him.

Jake didn't even realize he had been holding his breath until he let it out.

"Thank you," he murmured, reaching across the table for her hand.

Emma hesitated for half a second before finally taking it, squeezing gently.

A silent reassurance.

Jake didn't need any more words.

For the first time since arriving in this world, he felt fully at peace.

The Meeting with the New Owners

By the time Jake arrived at the Bradford training ground, he had already prepared himself for whatever was coming.

He had been in football long enough to know that new ownership could mean anything. Some owners were hands-off, letting the manager work in peace. Others were impatient, expecting instant results and throwing money at problems. And then there were the ones who came in with their own vision, their own plans—sometimes that included keeping the manager, and sometimes it didn't.

Jake had no idea which category Timothy Rollins would fall into.

As he stepped into the conference room, he finally got his first real look at the billionaire who now owned Bradford City.

Rollins was in his early fifties, dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit that probably cost more than some League One transfer budgets. His hair was slicked back, his eyes sharp and assessing. He wasn't the type of man who wasted words.

The handshake was firm. Confident.

"Congratulations, Jake," Rollins said, motioning for him to take a seat. "You've done something remarkable with this club. A League One title. The EFL Cup. European football. You've put Bradford on the map."

Jake simply nodded, keeping his expression neutral.

Meetings like this were all about control. Wait. Listen. See what they want.

Rollins leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"We're not here to tear everything down," he continued. "We're here to build on what you've already created."

At that moment, the large screen behind Rollins flickered to life.

Bradford City – Future Vision

The screen displayed a detailed presentation:

New training facilities – state-of-the-art equipment, better recovery areas, world-class sports science labs. Potential stadium expansion – discussions about increasing Valley Parade's capacity, making room for more fans. Youth academy upgrades – better coaching, more scouting networks, a plan to develop homegrown talents. Premier League Goal – Three Years – clear, ambitious, but achievable with the right backing.

Rollins gestured toward the screen.

"This is what we're building. A long-term project. And we want you to be the man to take this club forward."

Jake sat still, absorbing it all.

Then, without another word, a document was placed in front of him.

A new four-year contract.

£65,000 per week. Performance-based bonuses. Full backing in transfer plans.

Jake exhaled slowly.

He could leave.

If he wanted, he could reject this contract and walk into another job tomorrow. He had already seen the offers—Dortmund and Lyon wanted him. With his resume, bigger clubs would come knocking in the future.

But deep down, he already knew the answer.

Bradford wasn't just a job anymore. It was his club. His project. His home.

He picked up the pen.

The moment the ink dried, Rollins grinned.

"Welcome to the new era, Jake."

The Decision That Shocked Everyone

Later that night, Jake's phone rang.

He already knew who it was before he even glanced at the screen.

Gilbert Larson. His agent. The man who had been pushing him for years to take the next step in his career.

Jake exhaled before answering.

"Gilbert."

"You mind explaining what the hell you just did?"

Jake smirked. "Good to hear from you too."

"I'm serious, Jake," Larson's voice was sharp. "You just signed a four-year contract with Bradford when Dortmund and Lyon were making you better offers. Bigger clubs. Bigger wages. European football. Why?"

Jake leaned back against the couch, rubbing his temple. "Because I'm staying."

"That's not an answer," Larson snapped. "Look, I get loyalty. I do. But Dortmund, Jake. Dortmund. They're in the Champions League. They wanted you. Lyon is a historic club, a stepping stone to something even bigger. You could've gone to either and set yourself up for the next ten years."

Jake let out a breath. He wasn't mad. He knew Larson meant well—this was his job, after all.

"Gil, listen," Jake said, his voice calm but firm. "We're building something here. Bradford isn't just another job for me. It's a project. A future. I've taken this club from League One to European football in two years. I'm not walking away now."

Larson was silent for a few seconds.

Then, he let out a low chuckle. "You really love that club, don't you?"

Jake smiled. "Yeah. I do."

Larson sighed on the other end. "Alright. I won't push. But don't think clubs like Dortmund and Lyon will come knocking forever. This was your shot at the big time."

Jake's smile didn't fade. "Who says Bradford isn't the big time?"

An hour later, the headlines were everywhere.

"Jake Wilson Rejects European Giants – Commits Future to Bradford!""New Contract Signed – Wilson to Lead Bradford into a New Era!"

The fan café exploded.

"HE'S STAYING! HE'S STAYING! OUR GOAT IS STAYING!"

"Jake Wilson is HIM. Dortmund and Lyon offered him a way out, and he said NO. This guy is a LEGEND."

"Bradford in Europe. Jake Wilson leading us. This is actually happening."

Jake put his phone down.

Bradford had a new owner.

He had a new contract.

And the journey was far from over.