Matchday Morning – Training Facility, Pre-Kickoff
The meeting room was half-lit, sunlight filtering through the blinds in slatted bars. No speaker system on. No playlist humming under the prep. Just the quiet rhythm of boot laces tightening, shinguards sliding into socks, and the occasional hiss of a coffee machine.
Jake stood at the whiteboard with the squad list already inked in. Six changes circled in red. Not a punishment. A plan.
Paul Roberts leaned slightly toward him, one arm folded across his chest, the other tapping a capped marker against his chin.
Jake didn't look at Paul. He just spoke to the room.
Jake:
"Today's not about flash."
He glanced toward the back row, where Obi was still lacing his left boot.
Jake:
"It's about control. Keep them running. Win without drama."
He uncapped the marker and circled three names in silence.
Jake (to the room):
"Obi. Lowe. Holloway."
Heads lifted.
Jake :
"Your moment now."
