Second Half – Disaster Strikes Again
Bradford walked into the dressing room trailing 0-0 but down to ten men.
The mood was tense.
Players sat in silence, catching their breath. Some stared at the floor, others at the walls. No one dared to look at Jake—except for Barnes, who was still shaking his head, running his hands through his hair.
Jake wasn't about to let that go.
Halftime Team Talk – Jake Loses His Cool
The door slammed shut behind him.
For a moment, Jake just stood there, looking at his team—his jaw clenched, his breathing sharp.
Then, he turned to Barnes.
"What the hell was that?" Jake's voice was low, but the anger was unmistakable.
Barnes looked up. "I thought I could get the ball."
Jake stepped closer. "You thought?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "You're our last man, and you 'thought' you could get the ball? You put us a man down—twenty minutes in!"
Barnes exhaled, but he didn't defend himself.
