God Of football - Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Injury Woes Chapter 137: Injury Woes Away from all this, Izan, together with his teammates, had just arrived at the Cuidad Deportiva de Paterna.

Ruben Baraja, who was still a bit concerned for Izan, immediately arranged for the head physio to check Izan’s condition.

[In the Physio room] “Haaaaah, this is bad”.

Ruben Baraja rose after hearing what the physio said.

“What do you mean it’s bad.

He can walk just fine, and he doesn’t look to be in pain”.

“He doesn’t look to be in pain because the level of pain isn’t much.

This is a high ankle sprain and if nothing bad happens, he should be able to return in a month’s time.

Of course, he can also return early if he is able to heal quickly, but we should not rush things as he is young and it could come back to bite him if we do not take care of it well enough”.

Izan, who lay on the bed, looked at the two grown men who talked as if he wasn’t there.

He had felt the pain after the match but he thought he might be able to walk it off.

He didn’t feel much pain from it, so he thought it wasn’t serious, but judging from their words, he might be out for a while.

“Okay then, let’s not rush things”.

After the checkup, Izan was given a crutch to help him ease the stress on his ankle.

By the the time he came out of the checkup, most of the players had gone home.

“Need a ride?” Pietro, who had just changed into a different set of clothes, spoke from behind Izan.

“Sure.

Where’s Sosa?”.

“His parents picked him up after we arrived, so it’s just you and me.

Need help with that?” Pietro gestured to Izan’s bag.

Izan nodded, handing the bag over to Pietro while tightening his grip on the crutch.

Following this, the two walked to the parking lot where Pietro’s car was situated.

The latter helped Izan into the car before driving away.

The night was still young in Alboraya.

December had not yet arrived, but people had already begun manifesting their festive spirit.

Coupled with Valencia’s performance against Real Madrid, the people were happy, to say the least.

“Thanks, Pietro.

Talk to you later,” Izan, with his bag slung over his shoulder, said as he walked towards the door of his home.

As he pushed open the gate to their home, the swing seemed to announce his arrival.

Hori burst out of the living room before he could enter, her face alight with pride.

“Izan!

Those goals were insane!

Especially that second one-how did you even run it like that?” she exclaimed, mimicking his moves.

“Practice,” Izan replied with a tired grin, ruffling her hair.

Their mother, Komi, appeared at the door, her arms crossed, a smile tugging at her lips.

Izan saw her and smiled back but before he could move, Komi jumped onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Ohhh, my Miura.

My superstar.

Olivia is a really lucky girl”.

Izan, who was now having a hard time breathing shoved his mother away before gesturing to his crutch.

“You were fine after the match.

What happened then?”Hori asked gesturing to the crutch.

Izan explained the cause of the injury as well as the results of the checkup to his sister and mother who stood silent the whole time.

“Well, there are opportunities, even in adversity.

Take this few weeks to rest and get back stronger Okay?” Komi said with a smile.

“Sometimes, I worried that they might be overplaying you since you’ve started about 6 matches in a row.” “Since that’s out of the way, put your bag down and come for dinner”.

Izan heeded his mother’s words and headed upstairs with his bag while Komi and Hori proceeded the set the dinner table.

…

[Valencia Training grounds] A woman stepped off the sleek black car that pulled up outside Valencia CF’s training grounds.

The midday sun hung high over the city, casting warm light on the iconic Mestalla Stadium in the distance.

A mature sexy allure that turned a few eyes as she walked towards the gate.

She carried herself with quiet confidence.

Her sharp, professional attire-a dark blazer over a crisp white blouse-stood in contrast to the nervous energy buzzing through the club.

A security guard tried to inspect her but was stopped by a voice from behind before he could go further.

She turned to look at the source of the voice and was met by the eyes of Valencia’s head of medical services, Dr.

Luis Navarro together with the physio.

His lined face bore the weariness of someone juggling scrutiny from the internal pressure but he didn’t forget to smile.

“Ms.

Jane” Luis greeted, extending a hand.

“We’re glad you’re here.” The woman named Jane took his hand in hers before inquiring.

“How bad is it?” She asked as they began walking toward the clinic.

The two talked for a bit before they finally arrived at the clinic.

….

Luis sighed.

“The scans show a grade 3 ankle sprain-manageable, but delicate.

He’ll need time, patience, and, frankly, the best care we can offer.” Jane then nodded, her expression unreadable but determined.

“Then let’s talk options.” Inside the club’s medical offices, Jane spent quite some time reviewing Izan’s reports with Luis and the rehabilitation team.

Charts, scans, and treatment plans littered the table as they debated the ideal recovery timeline.

“He’s young,” Jane asserted, leaning back in her chair after the meeting.

“If we’re careful, he’ll recover stronger.

But we can’t rush him.

If the board or the club pressures him to return too soon, we risk ruining his career-and that’s not an option.” “The injury isn’t much trouble, but it could be if he undergoes stress.

Remember, he is still 15.

A slight mishap could cause him not to play again, so let’s also think of his mental well-being as well”.

Luis gave a tired nod, grateful for her candour.

“Well then, let’s do our rest so he can make it back to his best?” Jane’s lips curled into the faintest smile.

“He will but I didn’t know you got rhymes like that” After the consultation, Jane came out her bag in hand as she walked to the car.

After settling on the car she took out her phone to make a call.

“You owe me a lot of money for this service but I won’t charge.

How about dinner?” Jane said as the person on the phone picked up the call.

“Thanks, Jane, for coming.

Your services are quite expensive, so I’ll treat you to dinner whenever I come to France; until then, goodbye”.

“Ok, Mira”, Jane replied after the voice on the phone finished speaking.

“See you next time” — Arriving at the confines of Izan’s home, Miranda stepped out of the car and rang the doorbell.

“Mira” Komi said after she opened the door.

Miranda ensued her in a hug before proceeding to plant a kiss on her cheek.

Komi’s face flushed slightly before they entered the house.

In the living room, Izan sat with Hori, catching up on a few of their favourite shows.

After hearing their mom’s excited voice, they both turned to the new face that had entered the house.

“Hello, kids,”, Miranda said as she set her bag down.

Hori, who was approaching Miranda, halted in her steps after being referred to as a kid by Miranda.

She proceeded to debate with Miranda about it but the latter just glossed over her.

“How is it,” Miranda said as she sat beside Izan on the couch.

“Aside from the occasional throbs and slight pains, I’m alright,” he said while caressing his leg.

“Great then.

Well, I asked a friend of mine who is a physiotherapist to aid the club in coming up with a plan for your recovery.

She’s really good so you might even be able to return ahead of schedule” After hearing Miranda’s words, Izan nodded at her with a slight smile before thinking about what he could do about his injury in the meantime.

After the Madrid match, he had wanted to buy an injury recovery fluid, but Baraja made them go for a diagnosis, so he couldn’t rashly buy one now since the doctors had already seen the extent of his injury.

He could buy a few conditioning fluids to keep him in tip-top shape while he underwent the rehabilitation and that was all he could do for now.

A sudden recovery would raise eyebrows and that wasn’t what he wanted.

After the talk about his injury, the two talked about a few sponsorship deals but Izan told Miranda to put it on hold for a bit.

“Let’s wait until the end of the season when my Value has skyrocketed a bit more,”, Izan said with a smile.

Miranda looked at him and thought to herself, “I hit the jackpot with this one.” After their conversation, Miranda stayed the night before heading back to Madrid early the next day.

A/n: I think I might have to go to the hospital.

Its been a while but the cold is not getting better.

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