God Of football - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Madrid Chapter 67: Madrid “So” Luis de la Fuente began speaking after all the players had grouped.

“As I said earlier, these three will be responsible for your training”, he said, pointing to the three men on the side.

“This is Pablo Amo, my assistant coach and responsible for any issues I may not be present to handle”, Luis said, pointing to the scrawny looking of the two men.

“This is Miguel Angel Espana, and he is the goalkeeping Coach, so you know where he goes,”, Luis de la Fuente said, pointing to the tallest among the three.

“And lastly, Carlos Cruz, the fitness Coach.

Take up with him if you have any fitness problems.

He’s a quick worker” Luis finished.

“Okay, now let’s get to work”, De la Fuente roared, ridding him of his old look.

The session began but Izan was told to go to the lab.

His physical state wasn’t clear, so de la Fuente wanted to make sure he was injury-free since they’d have to pay Valencia some money if Izan got injured on the job.

The tests were successful as Izan passed all with good results.

Some of the results even surprised the doctors as Izan had close to no body fat and was fit a fiddle.

Luis de la Fuente gleamed and made Izan rejoin the team quickly.

When Izan got to the pitch, they were playing a quick seven aside with small goals.

Izan stood by like the other players and watched.

After a while, someone wanted out so Pablo Amo made Izan join that side.

The game was sharp and quick since they were playing in a small space with either side trying to quickly score before the opponent did.

Izan got right into it sending passes left and right.

The players who received Izan’s passes were surprised by how comfortable they felt.

Overall, Izan was the best teammate as he seemed to know what they wanted and how they wanted it.

In this small game, Izan made his presence felt, scoring twice and passing once, which led to a goal.

Izan didn’t feel the changes after the upgrade, but he was feeling them now as his passes seemed to effortlessly transition his teammates from defence to attack.

On one such occasion, Izan got the ball from Aymeric Laporte who he hadn’t noticed since he came.

Its hard to give attention to all these players who were stars in their own right.

Without waiting for someone to close him down, Izan dribbled the ball sideways before making a perfect Trivela to Torres on the left.

The latter, after receiving the ball, got away from his marker due to a quick change of pace.

He was now approaching the byline but didn’t have any options.

Izan approached from behind, allowing Ferran Torres to pass to him, but Izan quickly sent an inverted pass into the box, allowing Le Normand to tap the ball into the small netting.

Their opponents who were defending were shocked by the quick attack that led to the goal.

They couldn’t keep up with the little kid’s passes which seemed to always find its way to the target.

“The [inccisive passing] trait lives up to its name.” Izan thought as he walked away.

The other players joined in on the matches after the current ones got out.

After a while, the session was done.

Luis de la Fuente, who had been watching from the sides, appeared and dismissed the players after a small pep talk.

He had an idea of how to develop this team.

“Izan”, Luis de la Fuente called as Izan was getting ready to leave.

“Yes sir,” Izan said with his hand at his back.

He was in front of the national team Coach now.

Some of these things seemed surreal so he didn’t know how he was coping.

“I liked how you played today.

I have an idea of how I want to use you during the games, but I don’t know if you’ll have the heart for it since it’s tiring,” de la Fuente asked with a smile.

Izan didn’t know what to say so he smiled slightly before speaking, ” I can cope sir”.

Luis de la Fuente looked up and down at Izan and nodded before saying, ” You will, my boy, you will”.

Luis de La Fuente left Izan on his own and left.

Izan, after the talk with De la Fuente, left to take a bath.

The players, after the session, headed to their rooms and came out after a while.

Mostly because it was time for breakfast.

After, the food, most players lingered around.

Izan after eating, joined some of the younger players and played some games in the game room.

They played in a knock-out format.

Izan and Pedri ended up playing in the finals, with the former winning even though it was a tight game.

“I’m bored ” Pedri said after putting down the controller.

He looked to the side and saw Izan texting on the phone.

“Girlfriend,” Pedri asked.

“Kind of” Izan replied subconsciously before turning sharply at Pedri.

“It’s OK; most people tell the truth when they’re not aware.

I’m like that; I like to make a move when you’re not aware,” he went on after Izan stayed silent.

“Where is she,” Pedri asked making Izan look at him suspiciously.

“Come on ” Pedri urged with a smile.

“In Madrid,” Izan said with a reserved sigh.

“Really, why don’t you go see her then” Pedri said.

“Are we allowed to go outside?” Izan asked with a surprised expression, earning a weird look from Pedri.

“Do you think the national team is some kind of prison?

Of course, you can go out.

You just have to tell Pablo” Pedri said.

“You know what, let’s go,” Pedri said.

“Really” Izan stood up.

“Yeah, but not like this”, Pedri said, looking up and down at Izan.

Izan understood the assignment and went upstairs.

The two of them regrouped after a few minutes.

Izan came down wearing a black shirt with a shawl-like texture, black pants, and a white sneaker.

Pedri also came down looking the part.

After the two informed Pablo, they went out.

Izan had informed Pedri about how a friend wanted to join.

Pedri nodded and said the more company, the better, so he wouldn’t be alone when Izan went off to do his thing.

“Where’s Mark” Izan asked as Pietro approached.

“He said he didn’t feel too well so he’s actually at the infirmary.

“And you betrayed him to come,” Izan asked with a concerned expression.

Pietro nodded causing Izan to shake his head.

“Well, let’s go”, Pedri said, shaking a BMW car key.

“Wait, you brought a car from Catalonia?” Izan asked.

“Of course not; this is for the Team”, Pedri answered.

The trio walked to the parking lot and saw a black BMW.

“I want a car so badly,” Izan thought after seeing the i5 model.

The trio got in with Pedri driving.

The car soon set into motion as they drove around for a bit.

They visited a few attractions in Madrid taking a few pictures here and there.

Izan after getting one good picture, posted it on his social media handles.

The picture quickly garnered attention as Pedri was also in the shot as well as Pietro.

Izan knew because he kept checking his phone after the picture.

The comments were made up of girls fawning over Izam in different languages.

Korean, Japanese, Spanish, English, and a whole lot more.

Izan’s appearance was a plus for him.

The men in the mix questioned what he was doing with Pedri since they both had no connection until they put two and two together to find out Izan had been called up to the national team.

It wasn’t hidden, but the national team didn’t announce it either, and he wasn’t among the selected people, so many missed it.

Josh777: Doesn’t that make him the youngest to be called up at this point?

Chicogracioso57: They looked good in this picture.

Bros are living life in easy mode.

Graciedon888: Do you know how hard he works for it?

Don’t assume just because he seems well on The rest of the comments went on about the picture.

The culprits of the picture went about Madrid enjoying their day.

After a while, Pedri asked around and finally got to the University of Madrid.

He had expected as much.

Izan got out of the car and entered the school with the two.

Pedri and Pietro walked behind Izan but the trio attracted attention wherever they went.

Pedri had brought a mask just in case but Izan’s face was also a problem.

Izan took his phone and Facetimed Olivia.

The latter picked up almost immediately.

“Hey Izan, just finished a lecture.

How are you” Olivia asked with a smile.

“I’m fine.

Just finished training and decided to go out for a bit.

Guess where I’m at, ” Izan said, showing the Camera to a building he knew Olivia would recognise.

“Oh my God, Izan, is this real?” Olivia screamed.

“Well, come and find out,” Izan said, ending the call.

They were still a bit far from her supposed dormitory so Izan and the other two guys closed the gap a bit.

Not long after, Izan heard someone calling his name while running.

Olivia had never run that fast in her entire life.

When she saw Izan in front of her, Olivia ran harder and jumped into the former’s hands.

Izan caught her well so they wouldn’t fall.

“Gosh, he’s taken” a girl who had been eyeing Izan said.

“Wait, isn’t that Olivia” she added before smirking and walking away.

“What are you doing here?” Olivia asked.

“Well I came to see you since we had free time after training” Izan said.

“No, what are you doing in Madrid.” Olivia clarified.

“Oh, that, well, National team duty”, he said, pointing to Pedri, who waved back.

Olivia recognised Pedri and smiled at Izan.

“That’s great then.

You’re becoming a star.

Hurry up and grow quickly so I can tie you down before someone else does,” Olivia said with a laugh.

Izan laughed with her as the two continued talking.

“We’re hopeless, aren’t we?” Pedri asked but didn’t receive an answer.

He looked to the side and saw Pietro talking happily on the phone with a voice that belonged to a female.

Pedri, who couldn’t handle this, held his heart.

“I’m Hopeless,” he said as the two people he came with rubbed salt in the wound.

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