"That's the last time they underestimate what hunger can achieve."
Jake's words from the tunnel echoed in Bradford's mind as they emerged for the second half. While Newcastle's players spent fifteen minutes discussing tactical adjustments, Bradford's team reflected on their journey from England's fourth tier to this pivotal moment.
The Swiss evening air felt different now—cooler and more electric. Forty thousand supporters sensed a shift in momentum that statistics couldn't measure, but experience recognized immediately.
Cox bounced on his line as the second half began, his gloves finding a rhythm against each other. His saves in the opening period had established a psychological dominance that no coaching manual could teach. Every Newcastle attack now carried a hint of doubt where confidence had thrived just forty-five minutes earlier.
