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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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Fweee fweee fweeeee,

The final whistle echoed across the Camp Nou, signalling the end of a hard-fought match.

"Its all over here at the Estadi Olímpic Lluís Companys. They tried but couldn't.

Valencia, under the charge of Izan, who had just returned from his injury, tried to level the score, but Barcelona's defensive effort in the last minutes of the game saved them.

It's a loss for them, but Valencia will be proud as they were the most threatening even when they weren't without Izan.

They will have some pointers to take from this game.

All in all its Barcelona 2, Valencia 1"

Barcelona had edged out Valencia with a narrow 2-1 victory, but the travelling Valencia fans, packed into their corner of the stadium, were far from disheartened.

Instead of filtering out, they stood in unison, their scarves raised high, voices unbroken. Their applause began softly, a rhythmic clap that gradually swelled into a thunderous ovation.