God Of football - Chapter 78

Chapter 78: To the Olympiastadion Chapter 78: To the Olympiastadion The Spanish camp woke up early to prepare for match day, knowing it was a day where focus and discipline were everything.

The Hotel’s main chef consulted the nutritionist of the team for what the players would be having for breakfast as diet on the day of the match was also part of the discipline.

The duo agreed on on whole-grain toast with Avocado, adding some Greek yogurt with Granola and honey on the side.

The players came down after a while to enjoy the spread before them.

The players focused on their meals and were done in a few minutes.

After breakfast, the Spanish players knew what was up as they grabbed their gear.

Luis de la Fuente had wanted to waste less time today so he made the players walk to Wilmersdorf since it would help them warm up their muscles.

17 minutes later, the players found themselves on the pitch, engaged in some high-intensity scrimmage.

Izan found himself amid this physical play.

Although his physical state wasn’t the best, it was decent, so Izan kept in the game.

Izan was placed on team B which mostly consisted of the substitutes.

The main team played quick and decisive passes around his team, showcasing why they were starting.

Izan performed well even though he was on the ab team, playing with urgency and being smart about the ball.

Coach Luis de la Fuente had wanted to see if Izan could play as he did when surrounded by players of less quality, but he had proved his worth.

The Session ended after the scrimmage was done.

Seemingly satisfied, Luis de la Fuente ended it a bit early, allowing the players to rest.

The players rested a bit after the scrimmage before packing their gear.

“Coach might kill one of us these days,” Olmo said while packing his things.

“I don’t get his version of a light session”, Pedri said as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

Izan scoffed at the duo as they complained about the training.

“Who doesn’t know that both of you are lazy” Izan uttered while walking away.

“Look at this.

“It’s nice to be young,”, Pedri said while holding his waist.

Olmo, too, pretended to hold a walking stick as the duo continued to annoy Izan with their old-man antics.

“Just like Pietro,” Izan said remembering his teammate.

“I should probably hang out with him after the break” he thought before walking to join the group of players that had left earlier.

The duo ran and joined the remaining players after seeing that they were a bit behind.

The players walked once more to the hotel as they prepared for the match.

All around Berlin and in Germany, football fans prepared for the match with palpable excitement.

Those who had gotten the opportunity to watch the game live began their day with a careful selection of their team’s jersey, probably one with the name and number of their favourite player printed on the back.

Some of the fans also sported a scarf in the German team colours, perhaps wrapped around their neck or tied to their wrist, a nod to the die-hard loyalty.

The journey to the stadium was filled with chants and team songs as the fans filled the streets.

A pure footballing atmosphere was created in these streets as the fans headed towards the stadium.

The time ticked by as the appointed hour approached.

The Spanish team wore their tracksuits and boarded the bus.

The players did their own thing as the bus headed towards the stadium.

The ride there wasn’t long as it was a 15-minute drive from Mitte, where the players were staying, to the Olympiastadion in Berlin.

The players felt the excitement of the fans around before even entering the stadium.

Seeing the opponents alight, the chants of the German fans grew.

The Fans, perhaps, hoped to intimidate the opponent players before they could even go onto the pitch.

“This one looks like he could eat me” Pedri said as he nudged Izan in the direction he was looking.

Izan followed Pedri’s line of sight and found a huge German who looked like a modern-day Viking, staring at them.

“Add me and Olmo to the Menu,” Izan said igniting laughs from the players around.

A loud cheer came from outside just as the Spanish players entered the stadium.

“The German guys must have arrived” Olmo stated as they entered their designated locker room.

Some of the players sauntered around as there was still a bit of time before they began their warm-up.

Izan preferred to be prepared than late so he wore his gear except for his boots before replying to a few messages on his phone.

After a while, Morataed the guys onto the pitch to begin their warm-up.

The shouts of the Spanish fans in the stadium rose as soon as they saw the players enter the pitch.

The players also reciprocated the fans’ acknowledgement and waved towards them.

Izan found the fans cheering for his actions on the pitch.

Most of the fans knew Izan by now as ‘Spain’s new Orchestrator ‘ as referred to by a famous pundit back in Spain.

The fans were excited to see how Izan would perform against an opponent like Germany.

The Spanish team were soon joined on the pitch by the German side, igniting a wave of cheers from the home crowd.

“Hey, Izan, why don’t you do those tricks of yours?

Think of it as fan service” Olmo said as he held Izam by the shoulder.

“Do you think I used to live in a circus?

Asking me to do tricks.

Let me go” Izan stated as he smacked Olmo’s hand off his shoulder.

“Oh, come on,”, Olmo said as he continued to pester Izan.

Izfinal gave in as he shot a few balls at David Raya who had been selected for this match.

Izan shot accurately as he had toggled on the “pinpoint accuracy”trait.

The fans were wowed by this display, showing their excitement by the gasps and cheers.

The German players looked over at the spectacle being put on display.

“Cute,” Thomas Muller said in German before focusing on his warm-up.

This went on for a while before each representative of the two teams called them back in.

The players from the two sides mingled with each other in the tunnel, talking to teammates or players they knew.

Izan, who had no teammate or business on the opponent side, strolled to the locker room.

“Hey Marc, did you ask about that kid?” Muller asked Ter Stegen after they went to their dressing room.

“Yeah, he plays for Valencia.

Pedri said he’s good, and I just checked his stats for Laliga this season, and I must say, this kid is good,” Ter Stegen said as he stared at his screen.

Muller and a few other interested players approached Ter Stegen and took a look at what was up.

“4 goals and 4 assists in the Laliga after 4 matches.

That’s Insane” Muller said, shook at what he had seen.

“I saw some news that he had just become Spain’s youngest in a few things, but I just thought, lucky him, but this is not normal”, Ilkay said.

“Then we have to be wary of him.

At this point, age is not a factor for him to be looked down upon.

Nothing is” Muller spoke as he handed ter Stegen the device.

“Well, he isn’t starting,” Rudiger said as he showed the released lineups.

In the opposite dressing room, Luis de a Fuente was doing his last tactical revision with the players.

Izan found himself on the bench, as he was already expecting, but he knew he would get more game time in this match.

Kick-off was drawing near, so Izan took his bottle and wore a bib before heading to the dugout.

A few minutes after Izan was seated, the starting players came out of the tunnel.

Led by the officials of the game, the players on both sides lined up before the crowd.

The fans comported themselves seeing as it was time for the anthem to be sung.

Both sides went through with the anthem, each fan singing patriotically when their anthem flowed.

After the anthem, the fans clapped, showing their excitement for the game at hand.

The German interim Coach, Völler Rudi, who had been appointed after Hansi Flick got the sack, approached Luis de la Fuente for a handshake.

After wishing each other a good game, they turned their attention towards the pitch, where the players of both sides got in place.

The Spanish team had won the toss earlier and had given the kickoff to the German side, so Thomas Muller now stood over the ball.

With everything in place, the referee glanced at his watch and waited for a while before starting the game.

His shrill whistle brought Thomas Muller from his short daydream as the player kicked off, eliciting cheers from the Fans who had been waiting for this game all day.

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