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God Of football

Izan, a Spanish-Japanese boy who lived with his mother and sister in the heart of Valencia played for the Valencia academy since he could remember. As life fucks as all, Izan found himself being laid off by his club for being talentless. Frustrated, Izan runs around his local pitch, trying to get the news off his mind. As fate would have it, Izan gets struck by lightning which gives him a system. Izan with the system embarks on a journey to becoming 'THE' god of football. We all know he can and probably will but how does he get there? ************ 1. set in post messi-ronaldo dominant era.[2022, post-messi-ronaldo peak era in Europe] 2. Real-world likeness. 3. 1700 words on average Let's get this novel up. Help me with your power stones and reviews and share this Novel ************* Also, all rights reserved for the companies and teams and also players I use in the novel since I don't know how image rights work and I'm too lazy to search it up on Bing-, I mean google here's the discord guys https://discord.gg/B7PXyBg3 1 dragon: 2 bonus chapters 1 magic Castle= 5 bonus chapters [will be released the day following the gift] 100 Powerstones= 1 bonus chapter [released the same day] 20 golden tickets= 1bonus chapter [will be spread across the week]

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The players trudged off the pitch, heads down as they walked towards the tunnel. Baraja walked past Izan, briefly meeting the youngster's gaze before disappearing into the tunnel.

"It's been all Valencia so far," the commentator summed up. "But Mallorca's defense, and especially Pedrag Rajkovic, are putting on a masterclass. Something has to give in the second half."

The Mallorca fans celebrated the goalless draw at the break as if it were a victory, applauding their team's grit.

Meanwhile, the Valencia crowd buzzed with mixed emotions—admiration for their side's dominance yet anxious murmurs about the inability to capitalize. The stage was set for a dramatic second half.

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The Valencia dressing room was tense, the air thick with frustration and silence, save for the distant hum of the crowd outside.