The Coaching System-Chapter 144: Contract Extensions, Fnalizing Deals and The Final Week of June

Locking in the Core Players

With the coaching staff secured, Jake shifted focus to the next priority—contract renewals.

Michael Stone slid a folder across the desk.

"We need to start the renewals," he said, his tone firm. "If we don't lock them in now, bigger clubs will start sniffing around."

Jake flipped through the paperwork, scanning the names.

Noah Fletcher. Nathan Barnes. Ethan Walsh. Renan Silva.

These weren't just squad players. They were the spine of the team.

Jake turned another page, and his eyes landed on a familiar name—Lukas Novak.

For a split second, he hesitated. The system had recommended a renewal for Novak as well, but that was before the Chelsea move.

He exhaled, closed the file, and leaned forward.

"Let's bring them in," Jake said.

First Meeting – Noah Fletcher

Noah Fletcher walked into Jake's office, his agent, Mark Phillips, by his side. The young center-back had been one of the biggest surprises of the season—physically dominant, fearless in aerial duels, and improving with every game.

At just 22 years old, Fletcher had transformed from a Fringe player to a Squad rotation option. His ability to read the game, command the backline, and outmuscle strikers had not gone unnoticed.

And that was exactly why this contract negotiation needed to happen now.

Jake stood up, shaking Fletcher's hand before gesturing to the seats.

"Good to see you, Noah. Mark."

They sat down, Phillips placing a folder on the table. There was no tension—just business.

Jake wasted no time. "We want you here long-term."

He slid the contract forward.

"Four-year deal. Salary increase to £15,000 per week. Performance bonuses included—clean sheets, defensive milestones, aerial duel success rates. If you hit those targets, you'll earn even more."

Fletcher looked at the paper, but it was Phillips who spoke first.

"That's a solid offer," the agent admitted, leaning back in his chair. "But let's be real—Noah's attracting attention. Championship clubs. Even some teams in Europe."

Jake already knew this. Scouts had been circling. Clubs had made inquiries.

But this wasn't a negotiation Bradford was willing to lose.

Jake folded his hands together, keeping his tone even. "That's why we're offering this now. Noah's not just part of our squad—he's part of our future. We're not here to develop players for other clubs. We're here to grow together."

Fletcher glanced at his agent, then back at Jake.

"You've trusted me since day one," Fletcher said. "I don't need convincing."

Jake smirked slightly. This was the kind of player he wanted in the squad.

Phillips exhaled. "Alright, let's go over the finer details."

Contract Breakdown:

Four-year deal (2025-2029)

Salary increase to £15,000 per week (previously £8,500 per week)

£5,000 per clean sheet bonus (capped at 15 per season)

£3,000 per goal or assist bonus (center-backs rarely score, but incentives helped motivation)

£500 per successful tackle rate above 85% per match

£2,000 per aerial duel success rate above 70% per match

Loyalty bonus of £500,000 if contract is fully completed

Phillips skimmed the contract. "The clean sheet bonus is solid. The aerial duel incentive is new."

Jake shrugged. "Noah dominates in the air. He should get rewarded for it."

Fletcher smiled. "I like that."

Phillips tapped his fingers against the table before nodding. "We're good with this."

Noah picked up the pen. Without hesitation, he signed.

Jake extended his hand again. "Welcome to the future of Bradford."

Fletcher grinned. "Let's keep building."

Second Meeting – Nathan Barnes

Nathan Barnes walked into the office, his agent, Tom Carter, beside him. Unlike Noah Fletcher's meeting, this one wasn't going to be simple.

Barnes wasn't just another defender—he was the leader of Bradford's backline, the experienced head who had held everything together last season.

And now, other clubs had noticed.

Jake already knew this before Carter even opened his mouth.

"I won't lie," Carter said, placing a file down on the desk. "There's been interest."

Jake leaned back in his chair, keeping his expression neutral.

"Championship clubs?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer.

Carter gave a small smirk. "And a couple of Premier League teams. They see a captain with experience. A player who won't take time to adapt."

Jake wasn't surprised. Barnes was 26, in his prime. A defender who could dominate aerial duels, read the game well, and organize a defensive line.

And that's exactly why Bradford needed to keep him.

Jake exhaled before sliding the contract forward. "Two-year extension. £45,000 per week. Leadership bonus. Appearance incentives."

Carter raised an eyebrow. "That's a huge salary increase."

Jake didn't flinch. "Because Barnes is worth it."

Barnes, who had been quiet up until this point, finally spoke.

"I want to stay," he said simply.

Carter turned to him, surprised. "Nathan, we could push for more."

Jake shook his head. "He could get more elsewhere. But he won't be captain elsewhere."

Silence.

Barnes leaned forward, his tone calm but firm. "I've been here long enough to know what we're building. I'm not going anywhere."

Carter hesitated for a moment before sighing. He knew it was over.

Jake nodded. "Then let's finalize the details."

Contract Breakdown:Two-year extension (2025-2027)

Salary increase to £45,000 per week (previously £30,000 per week)

£10,000 per clean sheet bonus

£5,000 captain's leadership bonus per match

£1,500 per tackle success rate above 80% per match

£3,000 per aerial duel success rate above 70% per match

Loyalty bonus of £250,000 upon contract completion

Carter glanced at the numbers, tapping his fingers against the desk. "Leadership bonus is a nice touch."

Jake smirked. "He's not just another player. He's the heart of the defense."

Barnes picked up the pen without hesitation. He signed.

Jake extended his hand. One more secured.

"Let's keep leading," Jake said.

Barnes shook his hand. "That's the plan."

As they left, Jake exhaled.

Two down. Two more to go.

Third Meeting – Ethan Walsh

Ethan Walsh strolled into the office, his agent, Clive Morgan, beside him. Unlike the previous negotiations, this one carried a different energy. Walsh wasn't a guaranteed starter, not yet, but he was the kind of player who could grow into something special.

Jake had always liked him—a direct winger, quick, fearless, willing to take risks. He wasn't polished, not yet, but he had the raw ability to become a key asset for Bradford's future.

Jake leaned back in his chair, studying the young attacker for a moment.

"Ethan," he said, his tone confident. "You're part of my plan. A winger, a striker—versatile, aggressive. A good fringe player who can develop into a regular starter."

Walsh didn't say anything, but his eyes lit up. He had spent too much of last season as a rotation option. This was what he wanted to hear.

Jake placed the contract on the table. "Five-year deal. £12,000 per week. Performance-based bonuses—assists, goals, team of the week appearances."

Morgan, his agent, remained cautious. He folded his arms.

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"Five years is a long time."

Jake didn't blink. "Because we believe in Ethan's future here. We want to commit to him. And when that deal ends, he'll still be in his prime."

Walsh looked at the paper, then back at Jake. His expression was unreadable at first.

Then, after a brief pause, he grinned.

"I believe in this team," he said, grabbing the pen. "Let's do it."

Jake smirked slightly. This was the attitude he wanted in his squad.

Contract Breakdown:Five-year deal (2025-2030)

Salary: £12,000 per week (previously £6,500 per week)

£4,000 per assist bonus

£5,000 per goal bonus

£3,000 per team of the week selection

£250,000 loyalty bonus upon contract completion

Morgan scanned the contract, nodding slightly. "The performance incentives are solid."

Jake smirked. "That's because he's going to hit them."

Walsh signed the deal.

Jake shook his hand. "Now go prove me right."

Walsh grinned. "You know I will."

As he walked out, Jake leaned back in his chair.

Three down. One more to go.

Final Meeting – Renan Silva

Renan Silva walked into Jake's office with the kind of confidence only a star player could carry. His agent, Gabriel Costa, followed closely behind, his expression unreadable.

Unlike the previous negotiations, this wasn't about securing potential—Silva was already Bradford's best player. The one who could unlock defenses, score, assist, and change games in an instant.

This wasn't just another renewal. This was about keeping the heart of the attack.

Jake leaned back in his chair, tapping the contract folder in front of him. "Let's get straight to it. Five-year deal. £22,000 per week. Wage increase, creative playmaker bonuses."

Costa smirked, but not in amusement. "You know Barcelona asked about him?"

Jake raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet.

Costa continued. "They're looking for someone to replace Raphinha when he leaves. Nothing formal yet, but the interest is real."

Jake exhaled through his nose. Barcelona. Of all the clubs, it had to be them.

Costa leaned forward, eyes sharp. "If you want Silva to stay, we want £75,000 per week."

Jake didn't even blink. "Not happening."

Costa chuckled. "He's your best player. You know it. We know it. That price reflects that."

Jake shook his head. "He's earning £4,500 per week right now. There's no world where he jumps from that to £75,000 overnight."

Costa shrugged. "That's football."

Jake leaned forward, voice firm. "Not at Bradford. We'll offer £22,000 per week. Performance bonuses. Creative incentives. That's the deal."

Costa sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "That's a lowball for a player of his talent."

Jake smirked. "If he wants to sit on Barcelona's bench and wait for Raphinha to leave, that's his choice. But here? He plays. Every game."

Silva, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke.

"I want to play."

Costa turned to him. "Renan, we can push for more."

Silva shook his head. "I want the deal."

Costa hesitated for a second before sighing. "Fine."

Jake slid the contract forward. Silva signed.

Contract Breakdown:Five-year deal (2025-2030)

Salary: £22,000 per week (previously £4,500 per week)

£7,000 per goal bonus

£5,000 per assist bonus

£3,000 per team of the week selection

£500,000 loyalty bonus upon contract completion

Jake shook his hand. Bradford's star wasn't going anywhere.

Silva grinned. "Let's get to work."

Jake smirked. "That's what I wanted to hear."

All four contracts were signed.

Bradford City wasn't just preparing for the Championship.

They were locking in their future.

Finalized Contracts

By the end of the day, all four players had signed.

Noah Fletcher – 4-Year Contract (£15,000 per week)

Nathan Barnes – 2-Year Contract (£45,000 per week)

Ethan Walsh – 5-Year Contract Extension (£12,000 per week)

Renan Silva – 5-Year Contract (£22,000 per week)

Jake leaned back in his chair, satisfied.

Bradford City wasn't just preparing for the Championship—they were securing their future.