89th Minute –
Bradford weren't just winning. They were making a statement. Norwich had given up chasing. Their bodies moved, but their heads were gone.
Ibáñez knew it. He could feel it.
So when he saw Rowe take a heavy touch, he pounced. A sharp step, an outstretched foot—he nicked the ball clean. Rowe barely had time to react before Ibáñez was already moving forward, eyes scanning, instincts sharp.
The ball rolled to Richter.
He had space.
One touch to control. One look up. Obi was already on the move.
Richter didn't hesitate. A perfectly weighted through ball, threading between two defenders like a needle through fabric. Obi didn't break stride.
One touch. The perfect setup.
Gunn rushed out, arms wide, but Obi was too composed. Too ruthless.
A simple, ice-cold finish. Inside of the foot. Low, precise, into the bottom corner.
Valley Parade erupted.
