God Of football - Chapter 343

Chapter 343: Done Deal
Izan trudged down the stairs, barefoot, yawning as he ran a hand through his hair.

The sun filtered through the living room windows, casting a warm glow over the dining table where Miranda was already seated, her laptop open, tablet in hand, and contract papers neatly arranged in front of her.

Komi sat beside her, while Hori scrolled through her phone, occasionally glancing at the documents.

“You’re finally up,” Miranda said, smirking as she watched Izan stretch.

He mumbled something incoherent before pulling out a chair and dropping into it. “Didn’t realize contract talks started this early.”

Miranda tapped her stylus against the tablet. “It’s never too early when we’re talking about millions.”

Izan exhaled sharply, rubbing his face. “Alright. What are we looking at.”

Miranda swiped to a page on her tablet. “Let’s go step by step. Your base salary is set at €15 million per year—that’s your guaranteed income before bonuses.

It puts you at the very top of Arsenal’s wage structure, just below a few players, but still leaves room for structured increments.”

Izan’s brow furrowed. “Structured increments?”

“Performance-based increases,” Miranda clarified. “Each season, if you meet certain targets—appearances, goal contributions, and overall impact—your base salary will rise accordingly. Arsenal wants to ensure long-term motivation.”

Izan nodded slowly. “And bonuses?”

Miranda swiped again, revealing a new breakdown. “Your contract includes several performance bonuses:

• Goals & Assists – Fixed payouts at different thresholds. The more you score or assist, the higher the bonuses.

• Team Achievements – Winning the Premier League, Champions League, or domestic cups triggers additional earnings.

Even qualification for certain knockout stages adds bonuses.

• Individual Accolades – If you win major awards like the Premier League Player of the Season, Golden Boot, or even Ballon d’Or, you’ll receive extra financial incentives.”

Izan exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “They really covered everything.”

“They did,” Miranda said, shifting to another section. “Then there’s the appearance clause—Arsenal wants a commitment of at least 30 competitive games per season, excluding injuries.

If you meet that, there’s a loyalty bonus on top.”

Komi, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. “That means he’s expected to play most of the season?”

“Yes,” Miranda confirmed. “It’s Arsenal’s way of making sure a player is regularly contributing.”

Izan tapped his fingers on the table. “What about image rights?”

Miranda’s lips curved slightly. “Good question. That’s a big part of this deal.”

She pulled up a different section on her tablet. “Arsenal is offering a 70-30 split—you keep 70% of your image rights revenue, while the club gets 30%.

That’s a solid percentage considering they’ll be using your likeness in promotional content, ads, and merchandise.”

Izan glanced at her. “How does that compare to other top players?”

“It’s right up there,” Miranda replied. “Some clubs go for a 50-50 split, but Arsenal understands your marketability.

They also included a separate clause allowing independent sponsorships, meaning you can sign personal deals outside of Arsenal’s existing partnerships—as long as there’s no direct conflict.”

Hori looked up from her phone. “So brands that don’t clash with Arsenal’s sponsors?”

“Exactly,” Miranda said. “For example, if Arsenal has a deal with Adidas, you can’t sign a personal deal with Nike but you won’t have that problem since you are already signed to Adidas. Outside of what I said before, your sponsorships are your own.”

Izan leaned back, thinking it through. “And accommodation?”

Miranda pulled up another document. “Arsenal will assist in finding a home in North London.

They’re offering a luxury apartment close to the training ground for the first six months while you settle in.

After that, they’ll help with a permanent residence if you prefer a house instead.”

Komi crossed her arms. “And transport?”

Miranda glanced at her. “Since Izan turns 17 in November, Arsenal will apply for a special driving license that allows him to legally drive in the UK before he turns 18.

Until then, they’ll provide a private driver.”

Izan grinned. “So I can drive myself in a few months?”

Miranda nodded. “Yes, but there will be some restrictions—curfew hours, vehicle types, and speed limits.

It’s not full independence, but you’ll have more freedom.”

Miranda smirked. “Also, you’re getting number 10.”

Izan exhaled. “I thought this normally happened after I signed for them.”

“Well, that’s how sincere they are,” Miranda said taking a sip of her tea.

Izan raised an eyebrow. “Who had it before? I don’t want to start on the wrong foot with my teammates before I even get there.”

“Emile Smith Rowe.”

Izan blinked. “Wait—he’s leaving?”

Miranda nodded. “He’s moving to Fulham, so Arsenal is handing the number 10 to you. Number 10s at Arsenal aren’t just regular players—it’s a symbol of creativity and responsibility.”

Izan absorbed that, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he nodded. “I like that.”

Miranda shut her laptop. “Good. Because once we finalize everything, you’ll officially be an Arsenal player.”

Izan exhaled, staring at the contract. The reality of his decision was fully sinking in.

Miranda leaned back in her chair, exhaling as she tapped on her phone. “Alright, time to make it official before the signing.”

She scrolled through her contacts and selected the number for Valencia’s sporting director and after a few rings, the call connected.

“Miranda,” the director greeted, his tone composed but with an air of inevitability. “I assume this is about Izan?”

“Yes,” Miranda said smoothly. “He’s agreed to personal terms with Arsenal. The contract is structured, the financials are set, and all that’s left is the official signing in London.”

There was a slight pause before the director spoke again. “Understood. So you’re giving us the green light to announce it?”

“Yes,” Miranda confirmed. “You can go ahead and release the statement. Keep it clear—he’s agreed to personal terms, but the signing will take place once he arrives in London.”

Another brief silence. “I’ll inform the club’s communications team. Expect an official announcement soon.”

“Good,” Miranda said, glancing at Izan, who was listening attentively. “And one more thing—let’s ensure there’s no confusion.

Make it clear that everything has been conducted professionally and respectfully. No unnecessary narratives about him ‘betraying the club in desperate times’ or any bad blood. It’s a transition, not a breakup.”

The director gave a small chuckle. “We’ll handle it properly. Valencia is grateful for everything Izan has done. He’s leaving on good terms.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” Miranda nodded. “I’ll see you when we wrap up the formalities.”

With that, she ended the call and set her phone down, stretching her arms. “That’s done. Valencia will announce soon.”

Izan let out a slow breath. “So it’s really happening.”

Komi smiled gently. “It’s been happening, Izan. Now the world will know.”

Miranda smirked. “And once it’s out, expect things to get even crazier.”

….

Within minutes of Miranda’s call, Valencia’s official social media accounts released the long-awaited statement:

“Agreement reached: Izan has chosen Arsenal.

The player has agreed to personal terms with the English club, with the official signing to take place in London.

The club has stated that a portion of the transfer fee will be set aside for reinforcing the squad

Thank you for everything, Izan. You will always be one of us. ¡Amunt Valencia!”

The announcement was met with an immediate explosion of reactions.

For weeks, a significant portion of football fans had been convinced that Paris Saint-Germain would be Izan’s next destination.

The club had been pushing aggressively behind the scenes, and the belief that they would secure his signature was strong.

So strong that some PSG supporters had already started making compilation videos of “Izan x Mbappé” forgetting that the latter might be leaving.

Now, their reaction was pure disbelief.

@PSGUltra94: Ain’t no way… WE GOT SCAMMED

@MbappeFanatic: We were all so sure. The media said PSG and Liverpool were leading the race! How did Arsenal pull this off?

@Ligue1Finesse: Galtier had a whole plan for him. I was ready for Izan-Mbappé-Dembele cooking, man. Wait, Mbappe’s leaving. Pain

@TacticoParis: We offered him €20M+ wages. He chose Arsenal for less??

The sentiment was the same across PSG’s fanbase—confusion, frustration, and outright disbelief.

The disappointment wasn’t just among the fans. Inside PSG’s offices, there was a sense of frustration.

The sporting director had been confident their financial offer would be too good to refuse, and losing Izan to Arsenal, a club that hadn’t been as financially aggressive, was a tough blow.

“We matched any wage demands he could have had,” one executive muttered. “And he still chose England.”

In Manchester, Pep Guardiola had personally called Izan days ago, selling him the vision of becoming a key figure at City.

But City had also been clear: they weren’t willing to break their structured system of play.

Now, as the news broke, some within the club felt that Arsenal had taken advantage of the emotional side of the deal, something City had refrained from doing.

“He’d have been perfect here,” a City scout sighed. “But if he wanted Arsenal, it means he’s after something beyond just trophies.”

Shortly after Valencia’s announcement, the biggest transfer insider in football, Fabrizio Romano, delivered his “Here We Go” confirmation and provided a detailed breakdown of the deal:

“Izan to Arsenal, here we go! The Spanish talent has chosen Arsenal after considering multiple offers from top European clubs.

An Agreement has been reached between the player and Arsenal on personal terms. Contract until 2029.

Base salary: €15M per year, with performance-related bonuses taking it up to €20M annually.

Valencia is to receive €105M fixed fee, plus €15M in add-ons.

Signing to take place in London next week after medicals. The deal is done.”

Fabrizio’s tweet was retweeted over 100,000 times within minutes, with fans from all over the world flooding the replies.

Arsenal supporters were celebrating, rivals were reacting, and the footballing world was fully locked into the transfer saga.