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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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Valencia Youth. [Sosa]

Under the floodlights of the Mestalla, Valencia CF took on UD Logroñés in a midweek Copa del Rey clash.

The air was cool but electric as thousands of fans packed the stands, eager to see their team progress to the next round.

But it wasn't just the prospect of victory that brought the Valencia faithful to the stadium—it was the youth.

The Mestalla crowd had grown used to watching homegrown talents shine, with names like Pietro, Diego Lopez, and the incomparable Izan becoming symbols of their club's revival.

Izan himself sat cross-legged on the couch, watching the match unfold on the family television. Hori and Komi hadn't arrived just yet so he still had the TV to himself.

Stuffing his mouth with some cookies, Izan turned to look at the television.

"Well let's see," Izan replied with a faint smirk, his eyes fixed on the screen.

The game kicked off with Valencia dominating possession, their fluid passing carving through the midfield.