INSIDE BRADFORDHeart of Bradford: Lewis Chapman
The camera captures Chapman alone on the training pitch at six in the morning, with fog clinging to the grass like lingering memories. He places the ball carefully, steps back three paces, and strikes it cleanly into the top corner of an empty net.
Again. Same spot. Same precision.
There's no celebration, no acknowledgment of perfection—just retrieval, reset, repetition.
"I've been doing this since I was seven," he says, his gaze fixed away from the camera. Another ball, another strike, another flawless connection between intention and execution.
As the Bradford City logo fades in over morning mist, the words "INSIDE BRADFORD" appears beneath it.
[INTERVIEW ROOM]
Chapman leans forward slightly, his hands clasped together. The captain's armband lies on the table beside him—not for show, but where he placed it after training.
Interviewer: "You played four clubs before Bradford. What made this one different?"
