God Of football - Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Football At Its Finest[Golden Gacha chapter]
The jeers intensified, furious and unrelenting, but Izan just laughed. He raised both hands now, motioning upward.

Louder.

By the time his teammates reached him, he was grinning, shoulders loose, as if this was nothing new to him.

Saka grabbed him first, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“You’re a menace,” he said, half-laughing.

Izan just shrugged. “They asked for it.”

The rest of the team piled in, ruffling his hair, and clapping him on the back. The United fans were still screaming, but Izan didn’t spare them another glance.

He’d already said everything he needed to.

….

The final whistle blew, signaling the end of Arsenal’s pre-season clash against Manchester United.

The scoreline didn’t matter much—this was just a warm-up for the real battles ahead—but Izan had left his mark.

His free-kick and his presence had turned the match into something more than just a friendly.

As the players exchanged handshakes, Izan went around, offering a respectful nod to those he had battled with on the pitch.

Casemiro gave him a knowing smirk, a silent acknowledgment of their earlier duel.

Rashford patted his shoulder as they crossed paths.

Even Onana, who had denied him once but not twice, gave him a firm handshake before walking off.

Then, just as Izan turned toward the tunnel, he caught something in the stands—a kid, no older than ten, holding up a small sign with shaky handwriting:

IZAN, CAN I HAVE YOUR SHIRT?

The boy’s eyes were wide, filled with hope, his little hands gripping the sign tightly. His parents stood beside him, watching expectantly.

Izan smiled but hesitated. He knew he couldn’t give the jersey away.

It was preseason, and there was no name printed on the back. The club would want to keep it for records.

Still, seeing the boy’s expression—so full of admiration, so desperate for a moment to remember—he felt a pang of guilt.

He gave the kid a quick nod, acknowledging the request, before heading down the tunnel.

The boy’s hopeful expression faltered. His hands dropped slightly, the sign lowering with them.

His parents leaned down, whispering to him, trying to reassure him.

“He probably didn’t see you,” his father said.

“He’s busy, sweetheart,” his mother added.

The boy nodded, but the disappointment was clear on his face.

Inside the tunnel, Izan walked past a group of reporters, ignoring the ones trying to pull him aside for a post-match comment. He had something else on his mind.

In the dressing room, he found what he needed. A fresh Arsenal jersey. His jersey. With his name and the number 10 printed boldly on the back.

When he re-emerged from the tunnel, cameras turned his way.

The stadium was already half-empty, but some fans still lingered, soaking in the last moments of the night.

The cameras followed him as he walked toward the stands, the white-and-red jersey in his hands.

The boy hadn’t moved. He was still standing there, staring down at his sign, his expression blank.

Izan stopped right in front of him.

The kid looked up, his eyes widening as he realized who was standing before him.

Izan grinned, flipping the jersey around so the back faced the boy. The name “IZAN” was bold across the fabric.

Then, pulling out a marker, he bent down and signed it.

The boy just stood there, stunned, as Izan pressed the jersey into his hands.

“Take care of it,” Izan said with a smirk.

The kid’s face lit up, pure joy taking over. His parents were beaming, thanking Izan repeatedly.

The cameras captured everything. The moment would be replayed, shared, and talked about.

But for Izan, it wasn’t about the cameras.

It was about the kid who had believed.

As Izan turned back towards the tunnel, he wasn’t even five steps in before a swarm of reporters closed in on him.

Cameras flashed, microphones were extended, and voices called out his name in rapid succession.

“Izan! Two goals, one a free-kick masterpiece, the other an absolute rocket—how does it feel?”

“First game of the preseason and you’ve already stolen the headlines!”

“Is this the kind of performance Arsenal fans should expect from you all season?”

Izan exhaled sharply, adjusting the sweat still clinging to his hair. He knew this was coming.

His performance had been impossible to ignore. But he also knew better than to let it get to his head.

He leaned slightly toward the microphone closest to him, keeping his expression composed.

“It’s just preseason,” he said with a slight smile. “I’m still getting used to the team, and we’re all working towards full match fitness. But, yeah… it felt good to be out there.”

A reporter from Sky Sports stepped in next. “That free-kick—your technique is unique. That much dip and curl, even Onana couldn’t do anything about it. Is this something you’ve specifically trained for?”

Izan tilted his head slightly as if considering the question.

He wasn’t about to explain that his technique was backed by his system traits—(Pinpoint Accuracy and Gravity Arc)—but he did give a small nod.

“I’ve worked on my free-kicks for a long time. It’s all about the balance between power and precision. If you hit the ball just right, the rest takes care of itself.”

One of the reporters from the Arsenal media team grinned.

“We saw you shushing the United fans after that goal. A bit of an early rivalry brewing?”

Izan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “They were loud, so I just gave them something to be louder about.”

Laughter rippled through the small crowd, but another reporter quickly jumped in.

“Your second goal—no hesitation, just one touch and an absolute missile. Was that instinct or did you already know where you wanted to hit it?”

Izan smirked slightly. “A bit of both. I knew where the space was. After that, it was just about hitting it clean.”

The questions kept coming. About the team’s preseason form.

About how it felt to play alongside the likes of Ødegaard and Saka. About the chemistry he was building.

Then, one reporter from ESPN threw in a different angle.

“You’re only 17, well a few months away from it still and this is your first experience in English football. Do you feel pressure? Or are you here to prove a point?”

Izan met the reporter’s gaze, unfazed. “I’m here to win. Simple as that.”

That line sent a murmur through the crowd, and before more questions could fly, Arsenal’s media officer stepped in, signaling that was enough for now.

Izan gave a nod to the reporters before turning away, walking back into the tunnel. He had done his talking on the pitch—everything else was just noise.

….

As Izan walked down the tunnel, the noise from the stadium faded behind him. He wasn’t even out of his kit yet, but the internet had already exploded.

Clips of his two goals were everywhere—X, Instagram, TikTok, and YouTube. Arsenal fans were ecstatic, while rival fans scrambled to downplay it.

X (formerly Twitter)

@ArsenalBuzz

“IZAN. REMEMBER THE NAME. Two goals against United, and he’s still 16.”

@UnitedFanZone

“Preseason hype. Let’s see this in the actual season.”

@Masatoshi. k

“Nah, that freekick and that second goal? He’s different. It’s not hype. It’s reality.”

@ESPNFC

“Izan’s Arsenal debut:

Two goals

One stunning freekick

One long-range rocket

Shushing opposition fans

The Premier League is watching.”

@Fabrizio Romano

“Izan impresses in his first game for Arsenal. Special talent, special performance.”

@Sam Kupers: We all know Izan would do well but Damn, that was just bonkers.

But one clip had gone even more viral—his shushing celebration toward the United fans. That set off an entirely different discussion.

@USSoccerFan123: “Man, Arsenal should loan him to an MLS team. Would be fun to watch him here.”

@Daoist Adquiro: “Why would they loan him out? He just cooked United.”

@Nameyelus: “Also, no offense, but why would he go to MLS? Arsenal aren’t sending their best talent there.”

@USSoccerFan123: “I just think young players should get experience in real football, not just Arsenal’s slow buildup.”

@Pistacho031_3: “Real FOOTBALL? You mean SOCCER?”

From there, the replies turned into an all-out war—football vs. soccer, Europe vs. America.

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YouTube Trending

“IZAN DESTROYS MAN UNITED – Full Highlights & Analysis” (350K views, 1 hour ago)

“Is Izan Arsenal’s Next Superstar?” (220K views, 45 minutes ago)

“Arsenal’s Future? Izan’s Dream Debut” (150K views, 30 minutes ago)

Even on TikTok, clips of his goals were everywhere, with dramatic edits and over-the-top music.

Meanwhile, in the Arsenal Team Bus

Izan sat in his seat, scrolling through his phone. The amount of notifications was ridiculous.

He smirked when he saw the “football vs. soccer” debate still going. Some things never changed.

Then, a text popped up from Miranda.

Miranda: “Told you to stay marketable. 16.7M followers now. Euros got you 7M, and one preseason match just got you another 1.5M.”

Izan chuckled, shaking his head. He hadn’t even played a competitive game for Arsenal yet.

This was just the beginning and it was only going to get crazier.

A/n: 10 out of 15. Bruh I’m dead at this point. I just realised that I have to make up for the Golden tickets too. I’m tired but it is fun for me.Anyways have fun reading. Going to class