God Of football - Chapter 184

Chapter 184: Respite.

Chapter 184: Respite.

After the match, the football fans flooded social media with their opinions, tweets and polls.

“Ramos showed his class, but Izan’s potential is undeniable!” “The old and the new.

Wished Ramos was a few years younger.

This encounter would have been the peakest.

“Pretty sure that’s not a word, my guy from the top” “Really wished I could hear what they were talking about,” a fan said.

…

In his post-match interview, Ramos was gracious: “He’s got talent, no doubt.

I see a bright future for him.

Tonight, he played well, and he earned that penalty.

It’s always good to see young players stepping up.” When asked about facing Ramos when it was his time for the interview, Izan replied humbly: “He’s a legend.

Playing against him was a dream.

I learned so much tonight.

I hope I get to meet more legends like him before they stop playing.” The 1-0 win was a massive result for Valencia, but the match would be remembered for the thrilling duel between a rising star and a seasoned legend.

Izan’s fearless performance, coupled with Ramos’ masterful defending, offered a glimpse of football at its finest-a clash of generations that left fans on the edge of their seat.

…..

The Valencia squad returned from Seville the next day, basking in the satisfaction of their hard-fought 1-0 victory.

The atmosphere on the team bus was a blend of quiet exhaustion and subdued elation.

Players leaned back in their seats, some with headphones on, some enjoying slight recreation while others exchanged smiles and light banter.

The victory marked a significant boost in morale, reinforcing the team’s belief in their ability to grind out results under pressure.

Coach Rubén Baraja sat near the front, poring over notes and speaking occasionally with his assistants, already planning for the next challenge.

The win was timely, as teams across La Liga were now hitting their stride with only 13 matches left in the season.

Every club, from those chasing European dreams to those battling to avoid relegation, was focused on finishing strong.

Training sessions were more intense, lineups more refined, and strategies more deliberate.

Valencia, determined to secure their European position or even push higher, had found a rhythm that could propel them toward their goals.

Meanwhile, the league itself was alive with intrigue.

Each match carried weight, and every team seemed to sense the urgency.

Strikers fought fiercely for Golden Boot honours, midfield generals dictated the tempo with increasing authority, and defenders sharpened their resolve to keep clean sheets.

For Valencia, the journey was far from over, but their victory in Seville was a statement: they were ready for the final stretch.

…

After arriving at the Cuidad, the Ruben Baraja gave the players a day off mentioning how they deserved it.

Adding that to their rest day, the players now had two whole days to rest.

“I want you guys back and sharper.

No fooling around and no headlines” Baraja said, his gaze lingering on Izan because of the latter’s ability to cause headlines when he wasn’t even doing anything.

They nodded in unison before dispersing.

…..

The warm breeze of Valencia swept through the bustling streets as Miranda stepped out of a sleek black car in front of the Hernandez home, dressed in a tailored navy suit, her sharp heels clicking against the pavement, she carried an air of authority and purpose.

She had flown in to finalize the details of Izan’s six-month deal with YSL and to discuss the strategically chosen release date for the campaign-the same day as Valencia’s upcoming clash against Real Madrid.

Izan greeted her at the door, dressed casually in a hoodie and joggers with a water bottle in hand.

“Miranda didn’t expect you so soon,” he said, stepping aside to let her in.

Miranda smirked as she entered, her eyes briefly scanning the modest yet cosy apartment.

“Time is money, Izan.

Besides, I needed to deliver this news in person.

It’s too big for a phone call.” Looking around, Miranda asked where Komi and Hori were.

“Mom went to drop her off for her classes,” Izan said as he glanced at the document Miranda had laid down.

Intrigued, Izan gestured for her to sit at the small dining table.

“All right, hit me with it.” Miranda pulled out a sleek leather folder from her briefcase and laid it on the table.

She flipped it open, revealing a detailed contract.

“Let’s start with the release date,” she began.

“YSL has agreed to launch the campaign on the same day as the Real Madrid match.

This isn’t a coincidence-it’s strategic.

Your performance against Madrid will have all eyes on you, and the campaign’s release will amplify your spotlight tenfold.” Izan nodded, impressed by the coordination.

“You already told me but still, that’s clever.

So, what are the specifics?” Miranda tapped the contract.

“The campaign will run for six months, featuring your photos and likeness across major platforms-billboards, social media, and luxury magazines.

YSL is banking on your rising star power as well as your face so they’re putting serious money behind this.” She leaned back, her tone shifting to a more triumphant one.

“For this short-term deal, they’re offering a base payment of ‚¬2 million.

On top of that, there are performance-based bonuses.

If the campaign achieves specific engagement milestones, you’ll receive up to an additional ‚¬1.5 million.” Izan blinked, momentarily stunned.

“‚¬2 million?

For six months?” Miranda smirked.

“Plus bonuses.

And that’s not all-they’ve also included a travel and wardrobe allowance, ensuring you’re always dressed in their latest collections.

Think private fittings, exclusive events, and access to their VIP networks.

This deal isn’t just about the money, Izan-it’s about positioning you as more than just a footballer.

They want you to be a global icon.” Izan exhaled, trying to wrap his head around the numbers and the opportunities that came with them.

“This is…

nice.” “It is,” Miranda agreed, her tone firm but encouraging.

“And it’s only the beginning.

But with great exposure comes great responsibility.

The timing with the Real Madrid match is perfect, but it also means you’ll need to deliver both on and off the pitch.

YSL’s reputation is riding on this as much as yours.” Izan nodded, his expression serious.

“I understand.

I won’t let this opportunity go to waste.” Miranda smiled, closing the folder and sliding it across the table toward him.

“Good.

Here’s the contract for you to review and sign.

Once it’s done, I’ll handle the rest.

And Izan,” she added, her tone softening, “you’ve earned this.

Enjoy the moment, but remember-this is just a stepping stone to even bigger things.” After Miranda finished her speech, she went to Komi’s room to take a nap, leaving Izan alone to contemplate the contract.

He read the contract and it was precise and clear, knowing Miranda would have cleared any bad terms.

After reading through again, Izan took the pen Miranda had left and signed.

The contract still needed the signature of his guardian since Izan was a minor and all so they had to wait for Komi to arrive.

…..

Izan’s two-day break in Valencia was a rare respite from the whirlwind of attention that had enveloped his life.

The city’s golden sunlight cast a soft glow on the cobblestone streets, creating a perfect backdrop for moments of calm with his family and friends.

Izan, dressed in a simple white hoodie and jeans, strolled through the lively streets with Komi, Hori, and Miranda.

Komi, ever the warm and supportive mother, was quick to point out interesting landmarks, her laughter blending with the chatter of tourists.

Hori, always curious and energetic, darted ahead to check out street performers and colourful market stalls, her excitement infectious.

Miranda, dressed casually but with her usual effortless charm, walked beside Komi, the two holding hands.

As they stopped for ice cream at a quaint café by the Plaza de la Reina, Izan pulled out his phone and started a video chat with Olivia.

Her cheerful face appeared on the screen, her auburn curls and green eyes catching the sunlight from her end of the call.

“I wish I could be there,” Olivia said with a wistful smile, her voice carrying a mix of longing and excitement.

“Yeah, it’s really nice here,” Izan replied his tone light but his eyes betraying a flicker of understanding.

“Maybe next time.” Komi and Miranda exchanged knowing smiles while Hori leaned over to wave at Olivia, saying, “We’re saving a spot for you!” The afternoon passed in a haze of laughter, shared stories, and moments of reflection.

Despite the bustling streets and vibrant energy of Valencia, Izan found solace in the simplicity of being surrounded by the people who mattered most to him.

Even with Olivia miles away, her presence through the screen added another layer of warmth to the day.

Arriving home, Komi was too exhausted from the day’s activities to cook so the family ordered some Pizzas.

Looking at the smiling faces around, Izan took a deep breath, cherishing all that was before him.

“Thanks for choosing me, Max” Izan uttered to no one but a ding in his mind made him smile.

“Did you say something?” Hori asked but Izan shook his head before continuing to indulge in the Pizza.

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