Valley Parade stirred in the pre-dawn darkness. Jake's footsteps echoed across the empty car park, frost crunching beneath his boots. It was five-thirty in the morning, three hours before anyone else would arrive.
His office key turned smoothly in the lock. The familiar scent of leather and coffee grounds welcomed him into the sanctuary where decisions were made. Outside, Bradford slept under sodium lights, unaware that their European dream hung by a thread.
Jake settled at his desk, pulling the system interface from its hidden compartment. It was not a laptop—something entirely different. The device activated with a soft blue glow, responding to his touch with technology unknown to anyone else at the club.
Numbers cascaded across the translucent screen: probability matrices, performance algorithms, and data streams that painted tomorrow's match with clinical precision.
MATCH PREDICTION:Bradford Win: 28% | Draw: 31% | Strasbourg Win: 41%
