The final whistle blew, sealing Bradford City's emphatic 6-2 victory over AFC Wimbledon. The supporters rose as one, showering the Bradford pyers with a standing ovation.

  They also didn't forget to appud and commend the outstanding performance of Takefusa Kato.

  The Bradford fans acknowledged how Takefusa had relentlessly disrupted their defense. They also expressed their hope that this single defeat wouldn't dim the promising future of the young talent.

  Hearing the appuse and praise echoing from all corners of the stadium, Takefusa finally understood the driving force behind Bradford's exceptional py.

  Their greatest motivation, he realized, was likely the desire to not disappoint the good people who had steadfastly supported them. A wistful thought crossed his mind: "If only I were a Bradford pyer."

  However, the fleeting fantasy quickly faded as he acknowledged the current ck of space for him within their ranks. Nevertheless, indirectly, Takefusa found a renewed sense of motivation to improve.

  Suddenly, a figure stood behind him, offering a jersey swap. It was Lucas, the pyer who had been humbled in the early stages but now shone the brightest. "You pyed incredibly well today," Lucas said with genuine respect.

  Takefusa offered a wry smile. "Are you mocking me with a hint of jest?" he replied before removing his jersey and exchanging it with Lucas. Turning back, he stated with newfound determination, "Next time we meet, I'll be even better. Be ready."

  Lucas, watching Takefusa walk away, simply smiled before turning his gaze towards the tribune, where Anya was now fast asleep in Reina's arms, exhausted from the day's excitement. A tender smile touched Lucas's lips as he headed towards the locker room.

  On the sidelines, Reinhart observed a holographic dispy of Lucas's updated stats, a complete transformation evident.

  Name: Lucas Lecir

  Age: 20

  Position: LB

  Potential: 95

  Rating: 86

  Speed: 97 / 98

  Physical: 90 / 93

  Technique: 80 / 95

  Skills: Shadow Fnk: Moves like a shadow on the left side of the pitch. Fighting Spirit: Possesses an indomitable and tireless fighting spirit.

  With the match concluded, the city's atmosphere began to shift. Bradford City now stood firmly at the top of the league table, defying all preseason predictions that had pegged them as relegation candidates. They were no longer an underdog; they were a rising force, a team now feared by every opponent.

  The quality of their young pyers was exceptional. Their tactics were varied and incisive, their physical strength dominant. But there was another element that instilled fear in their rivals: their manager, Reinhart.

  A figure both calm and sharp, cold yet calcuting. His ability to develop pyers had become Bradford's most formidable weapon. After the sensational rise of Mike, Mathias, and Lucas, which had shaken the league, every team began to wonder: who would Reinhart awaken next?

  Reinhart's talent for shaping pyers not only strengthened the team but also enhanced his own reputation. And that was precisely his goal.

  He was acutely aware that time was ticking. The winter transfer window, a crucial period that would determine the club's future trajectory, was just a few months away.

  In the modest club office, Reinhart sat behind an old, worn wooden desk. A thin mist clung to the window beside him, adding to the somber mood of the night.

  He sipped his cooling coffee slowly. Across from him, Cassandra, as usual, sat with a serious expression, intently scrutinizing a stack of administrative files.

  Good news arrived in quick succession. Bradford's stunning performances had created a buzz. Two of Reinhart's transfer targets had been contacted successfully. One had already agreed to terms, while the other requested a direct meeting with the manager.

  The transfers were in their final stages. The pyers' current clubs had even agreed on the transfer fees. They couldn't hold onto pyers who wanted to leave, and Reinhart knew exactly how to make pyers want to join him.

  Meanwhile, ticket sales, merchandise, and various club paraphernalia had skyrocketed, all thanks to Reina's tireless efforts, the club's promotion expert who had significantly boosted revenue.

  Although Bradford still carried a considerable debt, the club's consistent profitability ensured a healthy cash flow, a stark contrast to the previous season's financial pressures.

  With a healthy cash flow and Bradford's geographical position as a densely poputed city, opportunities to attract major sponsors began to emerge.

  Reinhart recognized this and started formuting a pn. Currently, they only had three sponsors: a local insurance brand for the sleeve sponsor, a local company on the socks, and a technology brand on the shorts. The main shirt sponsor remained vacant.

  Their total sponsorship revenue currently stood at a meager ￡300,000, far too small for the grand vision he harbored.

  To that end, strengthening the club's entertainment aspect became crucial. Next season, Bradford needed to appear irresistible to potential investors.

  On the other hand, the youth academy's development showed promising progress. Names like Ollie, Ryan, Harry, Conrad, and Mike were becoming increasingly well-known. Young pyers flocked from various regions, hoping to become part of Bradford's fairytale story.

  The club even invested almost all sponsorship revenue into the academy. Training facilities were upgraded, quality coaching staff were recruited, and several promising young talents were brought in.

  Reinhart was again implementing the system he had once used at Madrid, a system that produced young pyers not just to fill the bench, but to become key starters.

  However, academy matters were not his sole focus. Reinhart knew that to attract major sponsors, the club needed to do something extraordinary.

  He took a piece of paper, wrote something down, and handed it to Cassandra. Her eyes widened as she read it, as if unable to believe what she saw.

  "Are you serious, Rein?" she asked softly.

  Reinhart simply nodded, a faint but confident smile pying on his lips.

  Two targets were written there. Only two, but both seemed almost impossible:

  Promotion to the top division without a single defeat.Reaching the finals of the FA Cup.The first target alone was audacious enough, considering the grueling league schedule. Bradford's current squad consisted of only 21 pyers. Injuries, fatigue, and suspensions could strike at any moment. But Reinhart remained unfazed. Only such radical steps could make the name of Bradford resonate throughout Engnd.

  Their fifth league match was retively straightforward, against bottom-ranked Chesterfield. Following that, the FA Cup first-round draw pitted them against a team from the National League.

  The next morning, the atmosphere at the training ground was initially smooth and productive. That was until Reinhart arrived, bringing someone with him.

  The pyers – Duvant, Eden, Lucien, Harry, and Mike – all stared at the newcomer. They recognized him as a fellow footballer, but his features bore a striking resembnce to an idol from the nd of ginseng.

  Duvant and Mike eagerly rushed towards the pyer, looking him over closely. Then, Duvant excitedly asked, "Hey, coach, who's this? Why did you bring an idol here?"

  The pyer seemed shy and hid slightly behind Reinhart, an appearance that reminded some of them of someone else with simir characteristics. Several pyers gnced at Lucien, but he simply returned their gaze with a look of confusion.

  Duvant pressed on, extending a hand. "Hey, what's your name? Let's get to know each other."

  Seeing this, the young pyer looked at Reinhart several times before finally shaking Duvant's hand and introducing himself.

  His voice was soft and soothing. "My name is Park Elías Jae Min. You can call me Park. I just arrived yesterday. Please take care of me, seniors."

  Several pyers were taken aback by Park's melodious and gentle voice, some even mistaking him for an actual idol. However, Duvant was persistent. He asked Park again, "Hey, what did you say just now?"

  "My name is Park?"

  "No, after that."

  "Ah, hmm, please take care of me, seniors?"

  Duvant then cpped Park on the shoulder. "Hahahaha, rex, buddy. Big brother will protect you," he said with a proud grin before immediately pulling Park away to introduce him to the other pyers. Park seemed enthusiastic and happy with Duvant's friendly demeanor.

  Reinhart, observing the unexpected camaraderie between the two pyers, smiled. Their current closeness was a stark contrast to Reinhart's previous memories of them always meeting as rivals on the pitch.

  Reinhart then gnced at Park, who was now enthusiastically introducing himself to the rest of the squad. He murmured to himself, "Truly a monster."

  Name: Park Elías Jae Min

  Age: 14

  Position: RWF/LWF/CF/AMF

  Potential: 101

  Rating: 78

  Speed: 78 / 99

  Physical: 75 / 98

  Technique: 83 / 105

  Skills:

  Dimensional Dribble: Dribbling ability with subtle horizontal and vertical movements to bypass two or more pyers in one action.

  Phantom Finisher: Ability to read space and appear in the right pce in the penalty box to score without being noticed by defenders.

  Power of Superstar: With every touch of the ball, he seems to dance under the spotlight, and time seems to slow down just to witness the beauty of his movements.

  Special Note:

  Potential Ballon d'Or Winner

  One of the pyers with the best potential stats currently.

  Reinhart was reminded of a title bestowed upon Park: one of the 11 best young talents in the world. He then recalled the names of the other ten pyers and wondered about their stats.

  The "11 Best Young Talents" was a title given to eleven pyers under the age of 23, with only one best pyer selected for each position.

  So, while the Ballon d'Or recognized individual achievement, this title celebrated eleven pyers, one for each position. These young prodigies were revitalizing a world of football that had lost some of its former magic.

  Currently, the pyers holding the title of the 11 best young talents were likely beyond Bradford City's reach due to their exorbitant prices, and there was only one truly exceptional talent among them. However, in 2-3 years, those incredible pyers would emerge.

  Deep in his memory, Park would stand alongside a crazy striker from Brazil and a cold-blooded Japanese winger as monsters in the attacking line, a winger with Brazilian-like dribbling and skills who danced on the pitch, a short striker capable of scoring in any situation, and a Japanese pyer who never smiled but always reached the finals, despite never winning a major title.

  However, Reinhart shook his head, refocusing on Park's development. After training, Park returned to Reinhart's home, as Reinhart was currently taking care of his needs.

  For some reason, Eden and Park seemed very close, almost like brothers. Park couldn't py in the league yet due to age restrictions, even though his stats suggested he was already capable. Even in training, his partnership with Duvant had been incredible, and he had even scored a goal that day.

  A strange idea then popped into Reinhart's head. The next day, one day before the fifth league match, Reinhart took Park to Reina's office along with Eden, Harry, Mike, Duvant, and Lucien, leaving them in the hands of the "devil." Reina, seeing the cute and handsome youngsters, mercilessly dolled them up and photographed them for merchandise promotion.

  Finally, the fifth league match began that day at the SMH Group Stadium. Bradford didn't field their main pyers. Mike, Mathias, Eden, Lucien, Duvant, Mark Johnson, and Harry were on the bench, and their backups pyed instead.

  In this match, Bradford managed to win 3-1. Despite pying without their key pyers and conceding an early goal, impressive performances from Ollie and Kojima secured the victory.

  However, Reinhart was still somewhat dissatisfied with the result, considering their opponents were at the bottom of the league. At that moment, Reinhart felt the crucial importance of having good backup pyers.

  Fortunately, Park would be eligible to py in the winter transfer window, and they would also be recruiting more pyers.

  Now, they were preparing for their FA Cup match against Boston United. Three days ter, Bradford welcomed Boston United to the University of Bradford Stadium, a match pitting the strongest team in League Two against a newly promoted National League team.

  However, despite Boston's high confidence, they enthusiastically tried various tactics against Bradford throughout the match. Reinhart was even momentarily confused, wondering if this was truly a National League team.

  With their flexible tactics, Bradford struggled somewhat in the first half. But when Lucien, Duvant, Eden, Mathias, and Harry were introduced, disaster struck for Boston. No matter what tactics they employed, if their opponents had superior mentality and quality, the outcome was inevitable. Bradford City 4 : 0 Boston United.

  For some reason, Reinhart was quite disappointed because he knew that without fielding his key pyers, the match would have been considerably more challenging.

  Therefore, Reinhart was impressed by whoever was behind Boston's tactics. He slowly made his way towards the Boston bench. There, he saw the Boston coach berating someone. Slowly, Reinhart walked towards them.

  Due to the humiliating defeat, the Boston coach was furious, even pushing the person, causing them to fall. Reinhart quickly approached the person and found a very unusual woman. In her hands, she held a clipboard, and papers were scattered around her.

  Reinhart slowly helped the woman tidy up the scattered papers, along with Duvant, Lucien, Eden, and several other Bradford pyers.

  None of the Boston pyers helped the woman, except for one pyer from the reserves who came to her aid. "Sister, I'm sorry I couldn't help you." Hearing this, Reinhart realized they were likely siblings.

  After the scattered papers were gathered, Reinhart was surprised to read one of them. It contained numerous notes with crazy analyses of Bradford's game, covering everything from strategies and individual pying styles to various other aspects. Reinhart couldn't contain his interest and surprise.

  He immediately asked, "Have you been working with this team for a long time?"

  The woman then replied, "Yes, ahh, thank you so much for helping us earlier. I'm grateful to be helped by someone I idolize."

  "You idolize me?"

  The woman replied enthusiastically, "Yes, that's right! I love the way Bradford pys, focusing on flexible tactics and incredible pyer development. Every time Bradford pys, I always analyze it and comment on social media, hehe."

  Mcneil and Malcom were also intrigued by the content of this young woman's analysis.

  The woman then continued, "I always analyze how to py against Bradford and tried to apply it today."

  "Emmm, even though I ultimately failed to beat Bradford today, it seems I still have a long way to go."

  Reinhart then remembered something. "Are you the person behind @GeniusTactic?"

  The woman looked overjoyed that her idol remembered her. Then, she finally introduced herself, "My name is Beatrice Carter, and this is my younger brother, Lorian Carter."

  Then, Lorian's holographic stats appeared.

  Name: Lorian Carter

  Age: 16

  Position: LB

  Potential: 92

  Rating: 62

  Speed: 61 / 92

  Physical: 62 / 88

  Technique: 63 / 96

  Skills:

  Shadow Marker: Ability to stick to opponents like a shadow.

  Reinhart, looking at the two siblings, finally spoke, "Join my club."

  Hearing this, several pyers looked surprised, including Duvant, Lucien, and Eden. However, Mcneil and Malcom actually looked pleased, as they believed someone like Beatrice was crucial in the process of developing Bradford's analysis and tactics, thus reducing the burden on Reinhart.

  The two siblings were quite surprised. Then, Beatrice spoke, "Are you serious?"

  Reinhart then replied, "Yes, I'm serious. You are both needed in my team. Beatrice, I need you to be my assistant coach alongside Malcom and Mcneil. And Lorian, I need you as Lucas's backup." Not stopping there.

  Reinhart continued, "Currently, it seems you are part-time or amateur workers without formal contracts. Therefore, I can offer you both professional contracts, Beatrice and you, Lorian. Join me."

  After exchanging gnces, Beatrice, a beautiful 19-year-old woman deeply interested in the world of football, and her younger brother finally accepted the offer.

  With that, one of the best future tactical analysts, who would lead the team to numerous titles, was recruited. However, these achievements y far in the future.