God Of football - Chapter 191

Chapter 191: In Control.

Chapter 191: In Control.

The crowd buzzed with anticipation as the tunnel began to stir with movement.

First came the unmistakable navy white kits of Real Madrid, their players walking out with steely determination.

Faces like Frederick Valverde’s bore a calm yet fierce intensity, while Jude Bellingham exuded the confidence of a man ready to turn the game around.

Behind them, Valencia emerged to a thunderous roar from their fans.

The players, in their classic white shirts with black shorts, exuded a unified energy, their strides purposeful and their heads high.

Leading them was their star of the first half, Izan, who had set the stadium alight with two stunning goals.

As the players marched onto the pitch, Izan, walking just behind the captain, tugged at the sleeves of his long-sleeved jersey.

With a quick motion, he pulled them off, revealing toned arms that glistened faintly under the floodlights.

It was a small act, but one that carried a weight of confidence and swagger, sending the Valencia faithful into a frenzy.

The commentator’s voice boomed over the stadium speakers and television sets alike: “And here comes the young sensation, Izan!

Two goals in the first half against none other than Real Madrid, and he’s looking every bit like he’s ready for more.

What a performance so far from the teenager!” In the stands, Valencia fans erupted into chants of his name, their pride and belief in the young star palpable.

Scarves waved, and voices carried his name across the stadium like a battle cry.

“Izan!

Izan!

Izan!” Reaching one of the stands near the tunnel, a fan stuck his hand out for Izan.

Not wanting to leave the faithful hanging, Izan slapped his palm.

The fan who had high-fived Izan leaned over to his friend who had seen the whole encounter, while grinning ear to ear.

“He’s a pretty chill guy,” his friend said as Izan stepped onto the pitch.

Another fan shouted, “He’s taking Madrid apart!

He’s unstoppable!” As Izan adjusted his socks and exchanged a nod with a teammate, the stadium seemed to vibrate with energy.

It was clear to everyone present: Izan wasn’t just here to hold the lead-he was here to make a statement.

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As the referee prepared to blow his whistle for the second half, the commentator’s voice rose above the hum of the crowd, setting the stage: “Welcome back to the Mestalla, where we’ve witnessed an absolutely thrilling first half in this clash between Valencia and Real Madrid.

It’s 2-1 to Valencia, thanks to a scintillating performance from their teenage prodigy, Izan, who scored both goals to put his team ahead.

Real Madrid, though, are no strangers to adversity, and you can bet they’ll come out firing on all cylinders in this second half.” The camera panned to Carlo Ancelotti on the Madrid bench, his expression calm but calculating.

“Ancelotti has surely had words with his players during the break.

Madrid’s stars like Bellingham and Vinícius Jr.

will be desperate to find a way past this resilient Valencia defence.” The shot switched to Valencia’s manager, barking instructions to his players near the touchline.

“On the other side, Valencia will be looking to their young talisman to keep up the pressure.

Can Izan maintain his magic and lead his team to a famous victory?

Or will Madrid’s experience prove too much in the end?

We’re about to find out!” As the referee’s whistle pierced the air, signalling the start of the second half, Hugo Duro stood over the ball at the centre circle.

The Valencia striker adjusted his posture, eyes scanning the Real Madrid defence with intent.

His body language radiated determination, his cleats lightly tapping the ball as he awaited the signal to kick off.

“And we’re off!” the commentator announced as Duro gave the ball a sharp tap backwards to his midfield.

The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices amplifying the charged atmosphere in the Mestalla.

Valencia’s midfield immediately sprang into action, with quick, short passes designed to assert control early.

Hugo Duro jogged forward, positioning himself to challenge Real Madrid’s defensive line at the first opportunity.

“Valencia starting this half with intent,” the commentator added.

“And why not?

They’ve got the lead, they’ve got momentum, and they’ve got the home crowd behind them.

But can they keep up this intensity against one of the best teams in Europe?” The ball moved swiftly to Javi Guerra, who twisted away from his marker with a neat turn.

“Guerra with a lovely touch there, keeping Valencia on the front foot.” Real Madrid, however, quickly closed in, showing the composure of a team used to high-pressure situations.

Eduardo Camavinga intercepted a loose pass, initiating a counterattack.

“But here come Madrid!

Camavinga snatches possession, and suddenly Valencia have to defend!” The Mestalla crowd rose to their feet, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Amidst it all, Izan jogged back toward his own half, signalling to his teammates with a calm composure beyond his years.

“Look at Izan,” the commentator observed.

“Not just a goal scorer-he’s already tracking back, leading by example.

This is a young man who understands the game at a level far beyond his age.” The second half was shaping up to be as dramatic as the first, with both teams refusing to back down.

The game unfolded like a chess match played at lightning speed, with the ball darting between players as both Valencia and Real Madrid searched for an opening.

Valencia, buoyed by the roars of their fans, pressed high, their midfielders swarming around the ball like a hive of bees.

Guillamón and Javi Guerra combined brilliantly to win back possession, their intricate passes drawing cheers of approval from the crowd.

“Valencia really putting on a show here,” the commentator noted.

“They’re keeping Madrid on their toes with quick transitions and sharp movement off the ball.” But Real Madrid were no strangers to such pressure.

Toni Kroos, the veteran orchestrator, dropped deep to collect the ball and began pulling the strings.

A slick one-two with Jude Bellingham who had dropped deep opened up space, and the away fans erupted in hopeful cheers as Vinícius Jr.

received the ball near the touchline.

“And here’s Vinícius, skipping past one…

past two!

He’s got pace to burn!” The Mestalla crowd held its breath as the Brazilian surged forward, but Cenk Ozkacar swooped in with a perfectly timed tackle to snuff out the danger.

The Valencia supporters roared in appreciation, their chants rising in unison to lift their players’ spirits.

The ball was back with Valencia.

Izan, dropping deep, took control with an effortless first touch.

The fans buzzed with anticipation every time the teenager touched the ball.

His head moved around taking in the view and the positions of his teammates before settling on one.

With a sharp movement Izan, sent a precise diagonal pass to Hugo Duro, who chested it down and spun away from his marker.

The Valencia striker unleashed a shot from outside the box, but it sailed just over the bar.

Gasps filled the stadium, followed by applause for the effort.

“Oh, so close!

Hugo Duro not far off there!

You can feel the tension rising with every attack.” Back and forth the ball went, each team testing the other’s resolve.

Madrid pushed forward again, this time with Jude Bellingham driving through the midfield.

A quick give-and-go with Rodrygo split the Valencia defence, but goalkeeper Giorgi Mamardashvili was quick off his line to smother the danger.

The crowd erupted once more, chanting the goalkeeper’s name as he rose to his feet, clutching the ball tightly.

“Mamardashvili keeping Valencia in it!

What a save!

This game is on a knife’s edge, and the fans know it.” The tension in the Mestalla was palpable, each pass, tackle, and shot met with either cheers or groans.

Both teams were desperate to find the net, but for now, the ball remained elusive, teasing them as it danced from end to end.

The game exploded into life as Valencia seized an opportunity on the counter.

A misplaced pass from Camavinga was intercepted by Javi Guerra, who instantly sprang into action.

His quick one-two with Guillamón bypassed the Madrid midfield and sent the ball flying upfield to Hugo Duro, who surged down the left wing like a man possessed.

“Here come Valencia on the break!

Look at the pace-they’re flying forward!” the commentator bellowed.

The Mestalla crowd roared, their collective voices rising with the speed of the attack.

Duro glanced up, spotting Izan making a darting run into the box.

With a perfectly weighted cross, Duro delivered the ball, slicing through Madrid’s defence.

The ball hung in the air, spinning slightly, as all eyes locked on Izan.

The teenager didn’t hesitate.

With breathtaking athleticism, he leapt into the air, his body twisting as he adjusted to the flight of the ball.

Time seemed to slow as Izan’s figure arched in midair, his back parallel to the ground.

His right foot lashed out in perfect synchronization, connecting with the ball just as it descended.

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

Give me more motivation!

Come on guys.

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