God Of football

Chapter 130: Armed To The Teeth

The Santiago Bernabéu buzzed with electric anticipation as fans streamed toward the iconic stadium under a crisp Madrid evening sky.

The grand facade glowed brightly, reflecting the excitement coursing through the city.

Outside, street vendors sold scarves, flags, and churros, their voices blending with the chants of passionate Madridistas already in full voice.

Inside, the stands were a sea of white, a united front of devotion and pride.

The stadium lights bathed the pitch in a dazzling brilliance, while the club’s anthem echoed through the speakers, stirring emotions in every soul present.

The Valencia supporters, though outnumbered, brought their own spirited defiance, creating a charged yet respectful clash.

The team buses of both Real Madrid and Valencia rolled up to the Santiago Bernabéu, greeted by flares and chants from fans lined up along the avenue.

Cameras flashed as the players stepped off, with the home side dressed in sharp suits while the visitors wore their club tracksuits.

The Real Madrid players, calm and composed, waved at their supporters, while Valencia’s team moved quickly into the stadium, looking focused but slightly overshadowed by the intimidating atmosphere.

In the Bernabéu’s sleek marble halls, the players made their way to the locker rooms. The Real Madrid dressing room hummed with quiet intensity.

Luka Modric and Toni Kroos sat together, sharing a quick laugh, while Jude Bellingham put on his earbuds, nodding to the beat of his playlist.

A few stars like Vinícius and Rodrygo sat scrolling through their phones while chatting.

The atmosphere was pretty relaxed but one could still see the the confidence they had going into the game.

In Valencia’s locker room, the atmosphere was tense but purposeful.

Captain José Gayà stood by the tactical board, absorbing the manager’s instructions while young talents like Javi Guerra adjusted their gear, their focus palpable.

The room smelled of liniment and ambition, the sounds of studs clicking against the floor and Velcro straps tightening filling the air.

Izan sat in a corner, headphones around his neck, visualizing his game plan. A few eyes stared at the young player who had an air of maturity around him.

Izan had been quiet since they got on the bus, and it looked like he was trying to get in the zone for this match; therefore, no one bothered him.

Not even Pietro. The Usual joking and cheerful demeanour had been replaced with a serious one. The reason for this was that Pietro was starting.

A training mishap had caused Pepelu to be ruled out for this clash, and Ruben Baraja’s alternative wasn’t good enough, so Pietro had to play a more defensive role in the midfield for the match.

For Izan, he had already made headlines, but tonight, under the floodlights of the Bernabéu, was a different test.

”Stay sharp out there,” assistant coach, Moreno said, tapping Izan on the shoulder. ”They’ll come at us fast, but you’ve got the skill to handle it.”

The players nodded at his words before walking out of the room. Moments later, the Valencia team emerged onto the hallowed pitch for their warm-up.

The sheer magnitude of the Bernabéu hit them immediately, the roar of the growing crowd a deafening reminder of Real Madrid’s fortress.

Izan jogged toward his teammates, joining the passing drills with precision and a calm exterior that belied his age.

As the warm-up continued, a ripple of movement caught Izan’s attention. Real Madrid’s players were now taking the field, met with thunderous applause and chants of ”Hala Madrid!”

Among them, Jude Bellingham’s towering presence stood out. The Englishman’s confident strides exuded the composure of a player at the peak of his powers.

To the Valencia players surprise, Bellingham wandered over as Valencia wrapped up a shooting drill.

Izan looked at the latter with a smile and also approached.

When his teammates saw him moving towards Jude, they understood what might have happened and focused on their warm-up.

”Welcome to the Bernabéu?” Jude said, his grin disarming but his tone. ”Thank you, but you know today isn’t my first time here, right?” Izan said, hinting at his stint with the National team a while back.

Jude nodded at his words while clasping, Izan’s hands for a shake.

You’re good. Real good.” Jude paused, letting the compliment sink in. ”But tonight? You’re gonna need more than good. This is the Bernabéu, and if you don’t bring your A-game, you won’t stand a chance against us.” He finished with a smirk.

Izan held Jude’s gaze, a flicker of determination igniting in his chest as he returned the smirk ”I don’t plan on holding back,” he replied, his voice steady.

Jude chuckled, giving Izan a light pat on the shoulder. ”That’s the spirit. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

As Jude jogged back to his side, Izan turned his focus inward. The crowd’s noise faded to a hum, replaced by his own mantra: Play your game. Prove your worth.

The warm-up concluded, and the players retreated to their tunnels. The stage was set, and Izan knew this would be the match where he’d either shine or falter under the relentless pressure of the footballing world.

The possibility of the latter happening was close to none as no matter what happens, win or lose, he’s going to make the Bernabéu remember him.

[A day before the game]

”Okay, Max, open the Personal Hub,”, Izan said as he threw his towel over his bathroom door.

The system rang with a sound that only Izan could hear. [Personal hub, made passable], Max spoke.

Izan looked on as the hub screen materialised in front of his eyes.

**PLAYER INFO**

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NAME: [IZAN MIURA HERNANDEZ]

AGE:[15]

HEIGHT:[1.85m (6’1”)]

PROFESSION: [FOOTBALLER]

STATUS:[SENIOR TEAM PLAYER]

TEAM:VALENCIA FC/ SPAIN

SYSTEM EVALUATION:[WONDERKID]

PLAYER RATING: [83/100]

POSITION:[Wing forward/Attacking midfielder]

POTENTIAL:[92]

LEGEND POINTS:[260,800/507,000 to lv5]

SIMULATION POINTS: [900]

STAT POINTS: [57]

STATS

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Speed: 90

Body Control: 86

Spatial Awareness: 85

Technique: 86

Shooting: 86

Passing: 85

Body Strength: 80

Defending: 68

Weak Foot Strength:5 stars

Skill Move:5 stars

SKILLS POSSESSED

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Stepovers: [Lv 2] 70% Completion

La Croqueta: [Lv 2] 40% Completion

Cruyff Turn: [Lv 2] 37% Completion

Roulette: [Lv 2] 24% Completion

Rabona: [Lv 1] 79% Completion

Sombrero: [Lv 1] 80% Completion >

**TRAITS

■■■■■■

: equipped

: equipped

: equipped

: equipped

: equipped

: equipped

Izan stared at his hub and was more than satisfied. Many players hit their peak at his 83 OVR but this was just the beginning for him.

With a mental flex, Izan decided to arm himself before the Madrid game.

His tricks weren’t going to be foolproof against a team like Real Madrid, whose lineup boasted of players with higher OVRs than him.

He, therefore, wanted to close the gap a bit while strengthening his advantages, such as pace and passing, and also keeping his weaknesses, such as defending, up to par.

His priority was body strength. He didn’t want to be blown away by tackles and shoves from opponents, so Izan wanted to toughen himself up a bit, so he started with that.

Body strength:80

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Stamina:80

Strength:80

Shot power:80

Izan didn’t waste time and began with his upgrade. He splashed 15 stat points on two of his three stats of his body strength attributes, bringing them to look something like this.

Body strength:80>85

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Stamina:80>90

Strength:80>85

Shot power:80

He deemed his shot power okay so he left that alone and went on with Stamina and strength. This expense brought his stat points down to 42 but Izan didn’t stop.

He went on to open the Speed attribute. He didn’t want to be one of the pace abusers in football, but going against a team like Real Madrid, who had one of the fastest defenders in the world, [Ferland Mendy], Izan knew he had to go all out.

Not to mention, abusing your pace against one of the Pace abuser teams in the world was nothing but pure satisfaction for Izan. [And the author who is a Culer. Come on Barcelona]

”Max, how would you rate Ferland’s speed from when we last saw them play?” Izan asked the system while searching for Ferland Mendy’s pace attribute on Google, according to video game physics.

[The subject’s pace is seen by the system as 93]

Izan nodded at the system’s input before asking the system its accuracy when it came to matters like this.

[At least 80 percent but I would have to analyse him up close to measure his true speed]

Izan didn’t linger after the system’s answer and quickly brought up the Pace attribute.

Speed:90

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Sprint speed:90

Acceleration:90

”Share 8 stat points equally between both stats,” Izan said to the system. The system quickly followed his orders, bringing Izan’s pace to a stunning 94.

Izan couldn’t help but not be himself when he thought about abusing Ferland Mendy. ”Do I have sadistic tendencies?” Izan thought as he came back to his senses.

Izan watched as his stat points reduced from 42 to 32. ”This one is going to drain me,” Izan said as he looked at his passing Attribute.

Passing:85

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Short passing:85

Long passing: 85

Crossing:85

With a loud sigh, Izan splashed 15 stat points on the three stats making his passing attribute breakthrough to 90.

[Ding, Host’s second 90-rated attribute had been unlocked. 5 stat points will be given as a reward]

[Host’s Potential has increased from 92 to 93]

”Yosh, ” Izan pumped his fists in the air after hearing the system’s words.

”That’s okay for now. Let’s keep some stat points in case I need to improve an aspect during the game” Izan said before going back to his personal hub.

**PLAYER INFO**

■■■■■■■■■

NAME: [IZAN MIURA HERNANDEZ]

AGE:[15]

HEIGHT:[1.85m (6’1”)]

PROFESSION: [FOOTBALLER]

STATUS:[SENIOR TEAM PLAYER]

TEAM:VALENCIA FC/ SPAIN

SYSTEM EVALUATION:[WONDERKID]

PLAYER RATING: [85/100]

POSITION:[Wing forward/Attacking midfielder]

POTENTIAL:[93]

LEGEND POINTS:[260,800/507,000 to lv5]

SIMULATION POINTS: [900]

STAT POINTS: [22]

STATS

■ ■ ■ ■ ■

Speed: 90>94

Body Control: 86

Spatial Awareness: 85

Technique: 86

Shooting: 86

Passing: 85>90

Body Strength: 80>85

Defending: 68

Weak Foot Strength:5 stars

Skill Move:5 stars

SKILLS POSSESSED

■■■■■■■■■■■■

Stepovers: [Lv 2] 70% Completion

La Croqueta: [Lv 2] 40% Completion

Cruyff Turn: [Lv 2] 37% Completion

Roulette: [Lv 2] 24% Completion

Rabona: [Lv 1] 79% Completion

Sombrero: [Lv 1] 80% Completion >

**TRAITS

■■■■■■

: equipped

: equipped

: equipped

: equipped

: equipped

: equipped

[Ding, Host’s OVR has increased from 83 to 85]

With a refreshing smile, Izan glanced over his hub once more before closing the window.

[Back to present]

Staring at his hub once again, Izan closed it before joining his mates outside the locker room.

As the teams emerged from the tunnel, the roar of the crowd reached a crescendo.

The iconic ”Hala Madrid!” chants rang louder, banners waved fiercely, and flares briefly illuminated sections of the crowd.

All eyes were on the pitch, where heroes and history were about to be made.

It was more than just a football match—it was a grand spectacle, a sacred ritual, and a showcase of footballing legacy.

A/n: decided to release this one for you guys. Have fun reading and I’ll see you in a bit.[ Golden ticket chapter, Daoist Adquiro] thanks for the Golden tickets.