The moment he smiled, reveling in the destruction of his former team, became the greatest moment of his life.

  One by one, the Bradford pyers celebrated the stunning goal.

  [Commentator 2]:"…My God… that… that’s not human…"

  Duvant, still catching his breath, stared in disbelief—his mouth half-open, eyes wide.

  "Holy shit… I’m pying alongside a monster like that?"

  The stadium lights shone sharply onto the pitch, but the brightest spotlight was reserved for Mathias Alvez—the man who had just silenced all mockery with a spectacur goal.

  Among the sea of hysterical Bradford fans jumping in celebration, Cassandra sat in the VIP section, a professional camera in hand. Her fingers expertly captured every angle of the match, but her lens kept returning to one figure—Reinhart.

  Click— Click—

  She photographed Reinhart’s cold, composed expression on the bench. But when Mathias scored, for the first time, the corner of Reinhart’s lips curled into a slight, satisfied smile—proof that his gamble had paid off.

  Cassandra exhaled, her eyes gleaming with pride.

  "I never imagined… a man who had lost everything could rise like this."

  Her gaze shifted to the field, where Mathias was being chased by his teammates—Conrad hugging him tightly, Duvant giving a thumbs-up, Eden ughing freely.

  "Reinn… thank you."

  [Bradford’s Bench]Reinhart suddenly scratched his ear, as if sensing someone’s gaze. His sharp eyes scanned the stadium, almost as if he could feel Cassandra watching him.

  Malcolm, his assistant, patted his shoulder.

  "What’s wrong, Boss?"

  Reinhart frowned.

  "Feels like someone’s watching me…"

  Unbeknownst to him, Cassandra blushed in the distance, embarrassed at being caught. But before Reinhart could locate her, the half-time whistle blew, ending the first half of the nightmare that was far from over for Barrow.

  HALF-TIME SCOREBarrow A.F.C 0 - 5 Bradford City

  The furious shouts of Barrow’s coach echoed through the tunnel—he never expected the boy he discarded to be the one destroying his team today.

  [Bradford’s Locker Room – Half-Time]The air inside wasn’t one of celebration. Despite leading 5-0, no one dared to ugh loudly. Only the sound of heavy breathing remained—the aftermath of their explosive energy on the pitch.

  In the corner, Reinhart stood, fnked by McNeil and Malcolm. His gaze was sharp, slicing through the room like a bde. One by one, the pyers lowered their heads—until his eyes nded on Mathias, sitting with his chest rising and falling, sweat still dripping, yet his eyes burning with fire.

  Reinhart stepped forward. Silent. Then he spoke in a cold, hypnotic voice.

  "Right now, the team at the bottom of the table isn’t Barrow—it’s Crewe Alexandra, trailing by 6 goals."

  "So there’s only one answer—"

  Before Reinhart could finish, Lucien, usually quiet, cut in:

  "Score even more goals… isn’t that right, Coach?"

  Reinhart’s lips twitched.

  "Exactly. The second half—no major changes. Just create as many goals as possible. That’s my only order."

  He paused.

  "Can you do it?"

  The pyers exchanged gnces. Then, with absolute conviction, Mathias and the rest responded in unison:

  "Of course."

  SECOND HALF KICK-OFFWith Barrow’s morale at its lowest, Bradford seized the moment.

  2nd MinuteA mispced pass in Barrow’s own half backfired horribly—Mathias, with his brute strength and speed, stole the ball, sending Barrow’s center-back crashing to the ground in a humiliating collision.

  One-on-one with the keeper.

  The goalkeeper, already terrified from facing Mathias’ earlier strikes, covered his face—expecting another thunderous shot.

  But instead…

  A gentle chip floated over him, rolling zily into the net.

  The ultimate humiliation.

  And it didn’t stop there.

  7 Minute terHarry, assisted by Mathias (who was being marked by FOUR pyers), broke free with blistering speed. No one could catch him.

  Without hesitation, he buried the ball into the far corner.

  10 Minute terEden added to the tally with a knuckleball strike from 28 meters out.

  He had only been experimenting—trying a technique he saw Clement use in preseason.

  Yet this mad genius had mastered it in one attempt.

  15 Minute terMathias struck again—this time with a scorpion kick, courtesy of a beautiful rabona cross from Duvant.

  20 Minute terMathias scored his SIXTH goal—a long-range rocket from 18 meters, shattering whatever fighting spirit Barrow had left.

  Fans began leaving the stands.

  80th Minute Mathias was subbed off, walking off the pitch to the sound of Barrow pyers and supporters weeping in disgrace.

  The sight of him strolling past their tears was priceless to Reinhart—especially when he checked Mathias’ awakened status screen.

  [STATUS]Name: Mathias AlvezAge: 18Position: CFPotential: 98Rating: 84

  Speed: 85 /95Physical: 84 /100Technique: 82 / 99

  [SKILLS]Phantom Finisher – Always in the perfect position to score, as if reading the future. Positioning and reactions inside the box are far above average.

  Instinct Trigger – In chaotic, high-pressure situations, his instincts take over. No thinking—just pure killer instinct.

  Bullet Header – Headers strike the net like gunshots.

  [SPECIAL TRAIT]"Inheritor of the Goalfire"

  Lucien, Harry, Eden, and Duvant were also subbed off. But in the dying minutes, Ollie Walcott, a fresh substitute, added one more goal—assisted by Koji Yamane.

  The final nail in Barrow’s coffin.

  FULL-TIME SCOREBarrow A.F.C 0 - 11 Bradford City

  LEAGUE STANDINGS1st Pce: Bradford City24th Pce: Barrow A.F.C