God Of football

Chapter 86: Valencia CF

The sun wakes gently, stretching its golden rays across the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of amber and blush.

Night’s lingering shadows retreat as light spills over the earth, illuminating dew-kissed grass and still waters.

The first beams touch the tallest trees, their leaves shimmering like tiny mirrors reflecting the morning’s promise.

As the sun climbs higher, its warmth spreads, rousing the world from slumber. Birds begin their songs, their melodies blending with the faint hum of awakening life.

The air grows brighter, the soft glow intensifying into a radiant embrace, heralding the start of a new day filled with endless possibilities.

Izan awoke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through his curtains, the warmth of the Valencian sun gently coaxing him from his dreams.

He stretched languidly, his lean, athletic frame easing into motion, muscles humming with the readiness of a new day.

The air was quiet, save for the faint chirping of birds outside, a soothing prelude to his morning routine.

Sliding out of bed, Izan rolled out his yoga mat in the corner of his room. Barefoot and dressed in comfortable shorts, he stood tall, grounding himself with deep breaths.

He began with a series of sun salutations, his movements deliberate and fluid. Each pose stretched and awakened his body, aligning his focus for the day ahead.

Warrior poses strengthened his core, while downward dogs released any tension lingering from yesterday’s intense training.

The stillness of the moment was a welcome counterpoint to the chaos of the pitch, a time for balance and introspection.

After his final pose, Izan rose, a soft smile on his face, feeling centred and refreshed. After the yoga session, Izan headed out to complete his task for the day.

Stepping into the bathroom after training, the shower hissed to life, releasing a cascade of water that glistened like liquid silver. Steam filled the air as Izan stepped under the flow, letting the water wash away the last traces of fatigue.

The scent of his favourite sandalwood soap filled the space, invigorating his senses as he lathered, the rhythm of the water echoing like a calm melody.

Emerging from the shower, Izan towel-dried his hair and gazed into the mirror, his sharp features, a pleasant scene to look at.

Izan had arrived in Alboraya the night before with Miranda. Komi had been so excited to see her son even though it hadn’t been a week since they saw each other.

Izan walked downstairs after putting on some clothes, his descent down the stairs reminiscent of an assassin as one couldn’t even hear him descend.

”Good morning, Mum,” Izan said as he smiled at Komi, who had already woken up. Komi leaned back as her head came out of the kitchen to respond to Izan’s greeting.

After this, Komi let Izan take over for a while as she went up to bathe.

The kitchen buzzed softly with the comforting sounds of the morning—a kettle whistling, the gentle clink of cutlery, and the low hum of conversation.

Izan sat at the table with his new family, a small but tight-knit group of three. His mother bustled near the stove, her hands deftly arranging slices of golden toast and pouring fresh orange juice into glasses. The scent of eggs and coffee filled the air, a warm invitation to the day ahead.

Miranda dressed in a suit, sat across from him, reading the sports section of the newspaper. She glanced up occasionally, offering Izan a proud smile and a comment about Spain’s matches.

”People are curious about you. A lot of clubs, too,” Miranda said, ”But I told the latter group about how you are not ready to leave”, Miranda added before looking up at Izan.

Izan smiled, taking a sip of his juice. His younger sister, still in her pyjamas, sat beside him, poking at a bowl of cereal while scrolling through her phone. ”Do you think you’ll score in the next game?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity.

”Maybe,” Izan replied, grinning. ”If I do, it’s for you but you’ll have to wait since I won’t be playing in the next match,” Izan said while stuffing a in his mouth

”I need rest,” Izan said to her sister before she left him alone.

Laughter rippled through the table as they shared the moment. The simplicity of breakfast—a ritual of fresh food, shared stories, and supportive words—was a grounding force for Izan.

No matter how big his dreams grew, mornings like this reminded him of what mattered most: family.

The three ladies of the house stepped out after breakfast leaving Izan to his own. Izan, after relaxing for about half of the day, received a text from Sosa Herrera saying he was near.

The latter changed his clothes and stepped out before locking the door.

Under the warm Valencian in Paterna, Sosa Herrera and Izan leaned against the railing overlooking the training pitches, their voices low but tinged with excitement.

”I still can’t believe it,” Sosa said, his voice a mix of disbelief and pride. ”The coach pulled me aside after practice yesterday. He said I’ve been promoted to the senior team.”

Izan’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. ”Are you serious? Sosa, that’s incredible! You’ve been working for this since we joined the academy.”

”You have to seize your opportunity; the injured players won’t be injured for long,”, Izan said to his friend.

Sosa nodded, his fingers nervously tapping the railing. ”I know, but it feels surreal. Training with Gaya, pepelu and now you... It’s a dream, but also intimidating.”

Izan clapped a reassuring hand on his shoulder. ”You belong there, Sosa. The coaches wouldn’t promote you if you weren’t ready. You’ve earned this.”

Sosa’s smile grew, a hint of confidence shining through. ”Thanks, Izan. I’ll give it everything I’ve got” Sosa said.

As their laughter echoed across the field, the bond between two young talents, united by their dreams, grew stronger.

The next day passed in a fly. Saturday was the next day now as the Valencia team prepared for their match.

The Ciudad Deportiva de Paterna, located in Valencia, Spain, was bustling as the Valencia CF’s training operations began.

This state-of-the-art facility hummed with activity during training sessions, where players of all levels—from youth academy hopefuls to seasoned professionals—honed their skills.

As the sun casts its golden glow over the meticulously maintained grass pitches, players emerge in their Valencia CF training kits, embodying the club’s rich history and ambitions.

Coaches, armed with whistles and tactical boards, stand ready to guide their squads, ensuring each session is both rigorous and rewarding.

The senior team’s training began with dynamic warm-ups. Under the watchful eye of fitness coaches, players engage in stretches, agility drills, and light jogging to prepare their bodies for the demands ahead.

The air is filled with the rhythmic sounds of cleats on grass and the occasional burst of laughter, reflecting the camaraderie within the squad.

As the session progresses, players split into small groups, each focusing on specific aspects of the game: passing accuracy, shooting precision, or defensive positioning.

Nearby, goalkeepers work intensely with their specialized coaches, diving and leaping with remarkable athleticism to block powerful shots.

The thud of the ball hitting gloves resonates across the training ground, a testament to their relentless effort to perfect their craft.

Tactical drills took centre stage as the session advanced. Coaches paused play frequently to provide instructions, emphasizing the importance of positional awareness, quick decision-making, and teamwork to the newly promoted youths

Players executed set-piece routines with military precision, rehearsing free kicks, corners, and counterattacks that could turn matches in their favour. Every move was calculated, every pass deliberate, as the team strived for perfection.

The Youth Academy players trained on adjacent pitches, their energy and enthusiasm palpable. These young talents, dreaming of emulating their seniors, practised with an intensity that mirrored the senior team’s.

Coaches encouraged creativity and discipline, laying the foundation for the next generation of Valencia CF stars.

The facility itself is a marvel, designed to support optimal performance. Surrounding the pitches are cutting-edge fitness centres, video analysis rooms, and medical facilities.

These resources ensure players receive comprehensive support, from injury prevention to performance enhancement.

The iconic bat emblem of Valencia Club adorned walls and equipment, serving as a constant reminder of the club’s proud legacy.

As the session concludes, players engage in cool-down exercises and informal discussions. Some linger on the pitch, perfecting free kicks or sharing insights with teammates. The atmosphere, though physically demanding, remained one of unity and shared purpose.

And that purpose was to go into every match looking like they were going to win. That was the ideology that Coach Baraja had laid down for the team.

After the training, the players washed down the fatigue that had built up before heading to their homes in anticipation of the match ahead.

The sun dipped towards the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold, orange, and crimson. Gentle streaks of pink and purple blend with the fading light, casting long shadows across the landscape.

As the day quietly transitions into twilight, the warm glow bathes everything in a fleeting moment of serenity.

Valencia were ready.

A/n: Sorry guys I couldn’t release twice the day before. I’ll try to make it up to you by releasing another two chapters after this. Remember, I’ll try. Love y’all