Date: Monday, 5 January 2026
Location: Bradford City Media Room – Club Interview Segment
The studio lights weren't blinding—just warm enough to blur the edges of the world into something softer, something quieter. Claret and amber banners stretched along the back wall like a stitched memory of the club's heart, framing the small, intimate setup: two chairs, one small table between them, and the hum of cameras somewhere just out of frame.
Jake stood beyond the glass panel off to the side, arms crossed loosely as he watched. It wasn't his interview, but tonight, everything mattered. Every small beat of belonging they stitched into the club now would echo into something bigger later.
Tobias Richter sat on the far chair, neat posture, hands clasped lightly in his lap. His jaw looked tight at first—still carrying the stiffness of someone not yet used to being looked at, not like this. Microphone clipped discreetly to his polo shirt, badge over the heart.
