God Of football - Chapter 149

Chapter 149: “Ho Ho Holiday” Chapter 149: “Ho Ho Holiday” The Hernandez family’s Christmas ended with a quiet prayer of gratitude led by Komi, each member silently reflecting on the blessings of the year.

As Izan lay in bed that night, staring at the framed photo on his bedside table, he felt a profound sense of peace.

This was his foundation, his sanctuary.

No matter how far football took him, he knew that this-his family-would always be his greatest victory.

‘Knock knock knock’ Izan, whose thoughts were distracted by the sudden knock, turned to the door.

“Hey,” Olivia said as she stood in the doorway.

“Hey,”, Izan also said as they both started at each other.

“Are you that excited to get a baby?” Izan suddenly said, breaking the silence.

“That might not be bad” Izan, who was expecting a different reaction, turned to look at Olivia.

“Wait, what?” he said, but Olivia just laughed.

She came inside the room, closing the door behind her as she walked and sat beside Izan.

“We didn’t really get time for ourselves during the day,” Olivia said, her green looking into Izan’s blue as the duo held each other’s gaze.

[A lot of staring going on.

I can’t write romance to save my life so deal with it until I learn or get a girlfriend or something] “Is this why you decided to stay when your house is just a few metres from mine?” Izan said as she pulled her face closer to his.

“Close, but not it”, Olivia replied, dragging Izan’s face towards hers.

The two were now close, their lips brushing against each other’s.

“Then why did you stay,” Izan said, his breath brushing against Olivia’s face.

“Why don’t you find out” the latter spoke again.

“Sure, Mommy”, Izan said, but Olivia laughed, pulling away.

“I don’t want to compete with your mo-” she tried to say but Izan held her lower lips with his teeth the next moment.

Olivia, succumbing to her feelings, wrapped her arms around Izan’s neck.

To two held each other in a passionate kiss for a few seconds before breaking it.

Izan then lay on the bed with Olivia resting her head on his chest.

“Don’t you ever get tired?

You know from the training, matches and the expectations.

I read somewhere that players your age aren’t supposed to play much.

I don’t know players that have played that many matches in a top-flight league like Laliga while at your age”.

Izan, running his hands through her silky hair, replied, ” I do get tired, but if I don’t continue till my body gives in, how can I be the best?

My Goal isn’t just to be some kid who’s good with the ball.

Now, they see me as an up-and-coming talent, but I want them to look at me not just as a kid but as one of the best, if not the best, in the world.

And I want to be able to reflect at the end of my journey and say, that I did it.

They all say I’m a genius but I didn’t have much talent to begin with.

All I do better than the rest is give my 100% and more.

So if I abandon hard work, it might also abandon me”.

Olivia listened to Izan talk, nodding and finding conviction that wasn’t normal for someone Izan’s age.

“What did he go through” she thought as Izan finished speaking.

“Un” she voiced, acknowledging Izan’s speech.

The two went silent for some minutes with neither talking.

After a while, Izan decided to start another conversation but Olivia’s rhythmic breathing told him he couldn’t.

Izan smiled, patting Olivia on the head before putting her on his side.

He covered her with the sheets while Olivia grabbed onto Izan’s body.

The two facing each other slept waiting for the next day’s light to encroach upon them.

…..

“Mum come look at this” “Bad boy Miura” “Well, you said he should do it so….” “I told them to wait a couple of years.

What if she gets pregnant?

I don’t mind but what about Olivia’s parents” “I gotta take a picture of this.

This is peak cuteness” Izan, who heard 3 feminine voices in his sleep, tried to open his eyes but was met by the blinding light coming from the window.

“Mum?

Hori, Miranda, what are you guys doing in my room?” Izan asked as he stared at Hori who was busy taking picture “Miura come here” Komi said in concern as she looked at Olivia, the latter still holding onto Izan’s waist.

Izan followed Komi’s gaze and finally understood what she meant.

“Nothing happened”, he said as he tried to get up, but Olivia’s grip tightened.

“Feigning sleep.

Is it because you’re shy” Izan thought as he chuckled.

“I’ll let this one slide since it’s your first, but don’t be bold at night only to quiver in the mornings”, he whispered, her grip loosening as Izan got out of the bed, leaving Olivia alone as he walked out with Miranda and Komi while Hori followed behind.

“Oh my god.!!!” Olivia said as she woke up, her hair ruffled giving the Lazy Librarian look.

Downstairs, Komi, who was berating Izan, finally got the gist of the story after Izan explained what happened.

“So nothing happened”.

Komi asked.

“No- wait.

Actually, something happened”, Izan said, causing the Komi to look up sharply.

“We just kissed”, he said, causing her to sigh.

Izan loved the distraught look his mom had, so he continued teasing her a bit before finally stopping.

After the conversation, Izan went up once more to find Olivia sleeping.

“She’s still sleeping.

Guess I have to wake her up” Izan voice rang throughout the room.

Olivia, who had pretended to sleep, twitched a bit, confirming that she wasn’t asleep.

After not hearing any movement, she decided to sneak a peek, but her eyes opened wide as she found Izan’s face close to hers again.

“Gotcha”, Izan said as he started to rain a barrage of kisses on her.

“Let me go,” Olivia said between her chuckles as Izan started tickling her altogether.

[“Ooof, my single ass] ….

“Okay, mum, I’m leaving,”, Izan said as he walked to the door.

“Be safe” Komi said from the kitchen.

Olivia, who was in the living room, came out with her hands behind her back as she walked towards Izan.

Quickly she tiptoed and pecked Izan on the cheek before running to the living room.

Izan, who wanted to chase after her, heard a car horn sound outside, causing him to abort his plans.

Izan dressed in Valencia CF’s white and black tracksuit, his youthful energy lighting up the festive atmosphere.

His black ruffled hair framed his face as he carried a radiant smile, the kind that could instantly uplift spirits.

Beside him was José Luis Gayà, the team’s captain, exuding calm authority.

His kind eyes and warm demeanour reflected his role as a leader on and off the pitch.

Pepelu, Valencia’s midfield maestro, showcased his quirky charm as he playfully adjusted a Santa hat on his head, laughing as he bantered with passersby.

Hugo Duro, the spirited forward, carried a sack of gifts slung over his shoulder, impersonating a cheeky modern-day Santa Claus.

Meanwhile, Pietro, vibrant and funny, handled the camera.

His laughter was infectious as he filmed the players’ antics and interactions, often spinning the lens around for impromptu selfies that included everyone.

The group walked through Valencia’s bustling streets, spreading cheer wherever they went.

They stopped at a local plaza, where children ran up eagerly for autographs and photos.

Gayà knelt to tie a little boy’s scarf tighter against the chill, while Izan handed out signed footballs, the shy yet sincere gestures endearing him even more to the fans.

Later, the players visited a hospital, bringing their festive spirit to children battling illness.

Izan’s tender side shone as he knelt by a young girl’s bed, showing her how to juggle a mini football he had brought.

Gayà and Pepelu joined in, sharing laughter and warm words with the children and their families.

After this, Duro led a Christmas carol session, his off-key singing adding a lighthearted touch, while Pietro captured every heartfelt moment on his camera.

The day culminated in a heartwarming group photo under the hospital’s Christmas tree, with the Valencia players, hospital staff, and children holding up a banner that read, “Merry Christmas from the Valencia CF Family!” The club’s Christmas broadcast captured the essence of the team’s camaraderie and commitment to giving back, a reminder of the true spirit of the season.

The Video was broadcast on the club’s channel and website as well as local channels in Valencia.

The Heartwarming and light-hearted video was a success, both in bringing a new side of the club to the fans as well as putting smiles on the faces of the people of Valencia.

Whiles the people celebrated their Christmas, it wasn’t the same for some clubs.

Their abysmal performance had led to them looking for the staff or players who could save their season after a poor first half to the season and the winter transfer window was the right place to do it.

A/n: Okay so its 25th.

Merry Christmas.

I just prayed to the birthday boy to bless my readers so that they can give more gifts, Golden tickets and show love.

Stay blessed.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Art233 Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!