God Of football

Chapter 178: Flow{ Nexus} [Bonus Chapter, Courtesy of Sam_Kupers]

Izan, looking at the ball found it all exciting. ”Why do I feel this way” he thought as the ball found its way to him.

Two Real Sociedad players tried to double-team him but Izan found their movements way too slow to be even called movements.

[Host is on the Cusp of breaking through to the evolved state of FLOW]

As the message flashed through his mind, Izan understood what was on.

....

Flicking the ball to his left, Izan tempted, as one of the two Sociedad men stuck their foot out to retrieve the ball but they were on following Izan’s pace as the latter flicked the ball through his legs.

His teammates moved to support him, but his eyes were telling a different story.

His deep sea-blue eyes now had a silver glow to them, his brows knitted as he surged forward.

Beads of sweat fell into the youngster’s Izan but he wasn’t feeling it. The Adrenaline was a bit overwhelming.

[Har-]

Izan wanting a ramp for his abilities, pointed to his left. Jose Gaya, as if reading Izan’s mind suddenly appeared as the youngster slipped the ball to him.

[Push Har-]

The Veteran full-back didn’t waste any time, flicking the ball back to Izan before trying to move into space but Izan changed the direction completely, opting for Diego López who had formed a triangle with Duro and Izan himself.

[Push Harde-]

Izam could feel the stares and hopes of the Valencia fans boring a hole in him as he stroked the ball like a master on a canvas, sending the ball to Diego López who flicked it to Hugo Duro.

The striker had his back to the goal and didn’t seem to find any solutions but just then, he saw that Izan had continued his run.

Curtly, Duro passed the ball to Izan, returning his favour for his earlier goal.

Alex Remiro, Goalkeeper for Real Sociedad had a hard time following the ball as the ball kept changing hands, thought he had a clear view of who had the ball.

He stood tensed waiting for the player to strike anytime but all of a sudden, Izan surged out of the bodies, pulling a La Croqueta to get away before steadying himself.

Having been subjected to Izan shots before, Remiro tensed more, crouching but before he could crouch any further, Izan slowed down.

[Push Harder]

Ding’[Host is on the cusp of unlocking the next level of Flow]

[Host ha-&!££@₩@¥]

The system went silent as Izan watched on, his perception of time, warped as the ball stayed still, the players static.

Izan’s lips parted slightly, his jaw tightening as he drew in a deliberate breath, deep and steady.

His nostrils flared, the air filling his lungs like fuel igniting a dormant fire within.

His chest expanded, his shoulders lifting ever so slightly as if the act of inhaling brought with it the weight of the moment and the promise of release.

His eyes narrowed, focused yet calm, the world around him blurring as he centred himself.

For that brief second, his expression carried a perfect blend of tension and tranquillity—anticipation tempered by control.

It was the face of someone gathering not just air but resolve, preparing for the storm ahead.

[Ethereal choirs and layered harmonics, interwoven with surging heartbeats, like the convergence of energy streams.

The perfect balance between chaos and order, a hub where multiple energies align seamlessly.]

* host has unlocked FLOW ¤ NEXUS*

Ding, [ Curler LV 3 activated]

Finally set, Izan’s legs powered through the ball, without even stopping the pass from Duro.

The ball left Izan’s boot with a sharp crack, spinning and curling through the air with a precision that seemed almost otherworldly.

The stadium collectively held its breath, time slowing as the ball traced a perfect arc, slicing through the floodlit air like a comet.

Real Sociedad’s goalkeeper, eyes wide with panic, shuffled desperately toward the far post, his gloved hands stretching to their absolute limit.

The ball seemed to toy with him, bending impossibly outward before curling viciously back in, its trajectory a masterpiece of intent and technique.

Defenders turned their heads in unison, powerless spectators to the inevitable.

The net rippled as the ball kissed the inside of the post and sank into the bottom corner with surgical precision.

A split-second of silence hung in the air, followed by an explosion of cheers and gasps from the crowd.

Izan stood still, chest heaving, his gaze locked on the goal. The moment was his, and the world knew it.

”I can’t believe my eyes. Valencia, on the cusp of sinking, hopes of Copa del Rey glory being dashed before their eyes but Izan’s sends them afloat.

How is he doing this, time and time and time again? I think I just found my new favourite player. Magical from Izan.

Valencia CF and its fans will surely remember the day that young Izan Hernandez saved them. It’s Real Sociedad 2, Valencia 2”

As the commentator ranted, Valencia’s bench ran towards Izan who had unknowingly run towards the fans, now ensued in a celebration with them.

On the bench, Ruben Baraja celebrated with his assistants and a few other staff members, relishing the goal.

......

Komi and Hori sat on the edge of their living room couch, their eyes locked on the television, barely able to breathe as the final seconds of the match ticked away.

The tension in the room was palpable—silent, thick with anticipation. When the ball left Izan’s foot and began its perfect curve towards the goal, Komi’s hand flew to her mouth, eyes wide in disbelief.

”Is this...?” she whispered, almost as if saying it aloud would shatter the moment.

Hori, holding her breath, didn’t speak a word. She was too focused, her heart racing, hands gripping the edge of the sofa.

Then it happened—the ball swerved and struck the inside of the post before nestling into the net.

Komi gasped, her eyes filling with tears as she jumped to her feet. ”He did it! Izan did it!” she cried, her voice a mix of joy and disbelief.

Hori leapt up with a burst of energy, her face lit up with a smile so wide it seemed impossible.

She grabbed her mother in a tight embrace. ”I told you, Mom, I told you he’d do it!” she laughed, her words coming out in a rush.

They jumped and screamed together, their voices filling the room as if they were at the stadium.

The sound of the television’s commentary faded into the background, their celebration echoing louder than anything on the screen.

Across Valencia and inside Valencian homes, the eruption of joy was immediate, a collective outpouring of relief and ecstasy, echoing from the streets to every living room, café, and bar.

In a modest home near the outskirts of the city, Josefa, an older woman who had been a fan of Valencia for decades, clutched her chest as the ball curved toward the goal.

Her living room was quiet, save for the hum of the television. When the net rippled, she jumped up from her chair, hands clasped in prayer-like joy.

”He’s done it! Izan! My boy!” she screamed, spinning in circles as her family gathered around her.

Her children, equally stunned, laughed and cheered, some even with tears in their eyes.

.......

Fweee, Fweeee, Fweeeeee

”That’s all for the 90 minutes and we’re now into extra time after Izan decided to send us here after the belter of a goal.”

The commentator said as the players walked off the pitch.

The players returned to their bench this time after the whistle blew, some rehydrating while others received massages.

”Okay, guys well done. We don’t want to waste any effort so listen to me. Let’s stun them. Just one Goal. After the start, push and attack proactively so we can score and then defend from then on. They’ll try.....”

After Ruben Baraja’s words, the referee blew his whistle signalling for the players to come to the pitch.

After the restart, the fans looked on in anticipation as the tension from the earlier moments were still around.

Izam who was being subjected to some rough play decided to take things a notch after the first 15 minutes flew by.

As the 119th minute approached, Gaya who had the ball surged into the opponent’s half for possibly, Valencia’s last attack of the game.

Sosa, who had replaced Diego López moved into space as he received the ball from Gaya.

Amallah, Fran’s replacement, surged into the box hoping for a cross but it never came as Sosa turned to the onrushing Izan.

After steadying himself, Sosa sent the ball to Izan. With a deft touch, Izan sent the ball into the box before flowing suit.

Utilising the effectiveness of the La Croqueta, Izan slipped through two defenders but before he could shoot, Izan felt his right leg, cross over his leg.

The Real Sociedad fans who saw things shook their heads at the inevitable.

They didn’t want to believe but the referee brought them to reality as his whistle sounded, pointing to the spot for a penalty.

The Valencia players rushed towards Izan to help him get up while the Sociedad players rushed towards the referee.

”It’s the 119th minute here, and Izan has just won his side a penalty! The young prodigy weaves past two defenders with breathtaking skill, drawing a desperate lunge from the third.

The referee has no hesitation—he points to the spot! The stadium erupts, half in celebration, half in protest. You can feel the tension in the air; this is the moment that could define the game”

On the sidelines, the bench was a flurry of emotions. Some players had their heads in their hands, others were on their feet shouting encouragement.

Fans were either on the edge of their seats or praying silently, unable to look. At home, Komi clasped her hands together as if saying a silent prayer.

Back on the pitch, Gaya who held the ball, threw it to Izan as the latter stepped up to the spot, his young face calm yet steely with determination.

He placed the ball on the spot, taking a deep breath as the noise from the crowd crescendos.

The Sociedad goalkeeper stood tall, trying to psych him out, but Izan’s eyes were locked on his target.

His run-up, smooth and deliberate, the crowd held its breath as Izan struck the ball cleanly.

”It’s a rocket into the top left corner! The net bulges and the stadium explodes into chaos! What composure from the 16-year-old!

The bench clears in celebration, and fans erupt into jubilation as the team floods towards their hero.

Izan, calm under unimaginable pressure, has just taken a step further to etching his name in Valencia and Copa del Rey History”

A/n: Thank Sam in your sleeps.