Date: Saturday, 10 January 2026
Location: Valley Parade
The cold clung low over Valley Parade, not sharp enough to cut, but heavy enough to settle deep into the bones. Floodlights spilled down in thick beams, catching the slow mist rising off the pitch. In the dugout, Jake Wilson zipped his jacket higher and watched Coventry's players line up across the halfway line, shoulders already tense.
Fresh from the FA Cup demolition, Bradford stood taller tonight. Sharper.
No fear in the air. Just intent.
Jake glanced once toward the far sideline where Silva flexed his calves, quicksilver energy in his muscles, while Roney Bardghji bounced lightly on his toes, arms loose. Costa and Obi exchanged a nod—silent, brutal agreement forged between strikers who understood what today was about.
Not just winning.
Dominating.
The referee's whistle cut through the cold.
Bradford exploded forward like a dam breaking.
