Date: Saturday, 29 November 2025Location: Portman Road
Portman Road breathed differently than most stadiums. The stands leaned just a little closer, the sound tucked itself into every pocket of air. Even before kickoff, Jake Wilson could feel it. Pressure, not from the size of the crowd, but from their sharp, expectant silence. They were waiting. Not for Ipswich to play well. For Bradford to bleed.
Four matches in twenty days.
The squad's legs felt it. Even the air around them seemed heavier somehow, thicker in their lungs.
Jake didn't let it show.
At the final team talk, his words had been stripped down, sharpened.
"Fatigue's an excuse we don't carry."
It was the only message that mattered.
On paper, the shape remained the same. Four at the back. Lowe and Chapman anchoring. Walsh floating in the pocket. Rin and Rasmussen sprinting the flanks. Obi alone up top, chasing shadows if he had to. Cox between the posts, young but growing sharper by the week.
