God Of football

Chapter 207: Power Couple

A reporter, Emilio Vargas, was a seasoned photojournalist who had spent most of his career covering sports.

He had a knack for capturing the human side of athletes, the raw moments that revealed their vulnerabilities and joys beyond the field.

Emilio wasn’t chasing headlines when he spotted Izan and Olivia at the airport that morning; he was simply there, camera slung over his shoulder, observing the world as he always did.

The candid scene of the young couple had caught his eye immediately. Izan, the football prodigy who had taken La Liga by storm, and the girl whose quiet presence seemed to ground him.

Emilio couldn’t resist. The light, the emotion, the natural intimacy—it was a photographer’s dream.

By the afternoon, Emilio had sorted through the photos and selected the perfect one: Izan leaning in to kiss Olivia, his hands tenderly cradling her face, while Olivia’s arms rested gently around his neck.

The moment radiated pure affection, untouched by the chaos of fame or the prying eyes of the public.

Emilio uploaded the photo to his social media account with a caption that read:

”Valencia’s rising star Izan was spotted sharing a heartfelt goodbye at the airport today.

A glimpse of the personal side of football’s newest sensation. Love like this? It’s priceless. Does anyone recognize the girl?”

The post went live just past noon, and within minutes, it began to gain traction. The comments section lit up as fans, followers, and football enthusiasts flooded in with reactions.

”Wait, is that Izan?? No way! Is he dating someone??”

”She looks so familiar… wasn’t she the girl from the Real Madrid match? She walked onto the pitch with him!”

”Yes! That’s her! She was on the pitch after Valencia drew with Real Madrid earlier this season. She’s stunning!”

”Forget the match; Izan is winning in life too. Look at how he’s holding her. This is so sweet.”

”Power couple vibes. She seems so down-to-earth— but at the same time, so beautiful. She is exactly what he needs.”

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The photo was soon reposted by fan pages and football news outlets, spreading like wildfire across social media.

The Fans pieced together Olivia’s connection to Izan, sharing pictures from Izan’s various social media handles that had Olivia somewhere in it.

One popular thread included side-by-side images of Olivia: one from the airport and another from an iconic post-match moment. ”Same girl, same grace. Izan’s got great taste,” the caption read.

Some fans were struck by the authenticity of the moment. ”This isn’t some staged PR thing,” one comment read. ”This is real. You can tell by how they’re looking at each other.”

Others marveled at Olivia’s natural beauty. ”She’s gorgeous without even trying,” a fan wrote. ”No wonder Izan’s so smitten.”

The positivity extended to discussions about how their relationship seemed to humanize Izan.

”We always see him as this football prodigy, but moments like this remind us he’s also a 16-year-old boy in love. It’s wholesome.”

As the post continued to circulate, Emilio watched the reactions with a small smile.

He wasn’t one to chase fame for himself, but he appreciated how one simple photograph could spark such widespread joy.

For Emilio, it wasn’t just about capturing a moment—it was about telling a story. And in Izan and Olivia, he had found a story that resonated far beyond the boundaries of the pitch.

Later that evening, Olivia couldn’t stop thinking about the whirlwind Emilio Vargas’ photo had caused online.

Notifications kept pinging on her phone as the post continued to spread, her face now unmistakably recognized alongside Izan’s.

She decided to call him, unable to keep her thoughts to herself.

Izan picked up almost immediately, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness. ”Hey, Liv. Miss me already?”

”Don’t start,” she said, though her smile was evident in her tone. ”Have you seen what we caused? The entire internet is talking about us.”

”Us?” Izan teased. ”I think they’re talking about me and the ’mystery girl.’ You’ve gone viral, Liv.”

Olivia groaned, flopping back onto her bed. ”It’s so embarrassing.

They’re analyzing every little thing, like that moment after the Real Madrid match. Someone even called me ’graceful.’ Me? Graceful?”

”You are graceful,” Izan said matter-of-factly. ”In a clumsy, adorable way.”

”Wow, thanks,” Olivia said, rolling her eyes. ”That’s not the point. It’s just… surreal seeing people dissecting our relationship. And some of them know I’m older than you.”

Izan chuckled softly, his tone turning teasing. ”Speaking of which, you do realize how funny it is that you act like a little girl when you’re with me, right? And you’re supposed to be the mature one.”

”I do not act like a little girl,” Olivia protested, though her voice wavered with a hint of laughter.

”You do,” Izan insisted, leaning into his playful tone. ”The way you pout when you don’t get your way, or how you cling to me like I’m going to disappear. Very mature, Olivia.”

She laughed despite herself, her cheeks warming. ”Oh, come on. You make me like that. You’re too—” she paused, searching for the right word, ”irresistible.”

”See? You’re proving my point.”

”Izan,” she said, exasperated but unable to stop smiling. ”You’re impossible.”

”And you love me for it,” he said confidently.

She sighed dramatically. ”Unfortunately, I do.”

They both laughed, the kind of warm, easy laughter that only came from two people perfectly in sync.

After the moment settled, Olivia’s voice softened. ”It’s just crazy, you know? Being in the spotlight like this. But… I don’t mind, as long as it’s with you.”

Izan’s voice took on a reassuring tone. ”Don’t worry about it, Liv. Let them talk. Let them post. At the end of the day, it’s just you and me, and that’s all that matters.”

Olivia smiled, comforted by his words. ”Yeah. You’re right.”

”Always am,” he quipped.

”Okay, Mr. Football Prodigy,” she said, shaking her head. ”Don’t let it get to your head.”

”Too late,” Izan said with a chuckle.

Their conversation continued late into the evening, filled with teasing, laughter, and reassurance.

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The buzz surrounding Izan and Olivia’s airport moment hadn’t died down by the time Izan arrived at Valencia’s training grounds the next morning.

If anything, the teasing from his teammates began the moment he stepped into the locker room.

”Look who’s here!” shouted Pietro, with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. ”The man of the hour! Or should I say, the man of love?”

Behind him, Sosa and Fran Perez acted out the picture. ”He, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Izan said pointing to Pietro, ”but you two?”.

Laughter erupted around the room, and a few of the older players whistled as Izan walked in, trying to keep his expression neutral.

”Come on, guys,” Izan said, rolling his eyes, though a small smirk betrayed him. He placed his bag down at his locker, avoiding Pietro’s mischievous gaze.

Pietro leaned against the bench, his arms crossed. ”So, you’re just casually dropping kisses at the airport now, huh? And here I thought you were shy!”

”Not shy,” Izan shot back, unzipping his training jacket. ”Just not usually in the mood to give the paparazzi a show nor entertain a clown”

”Paparazzi? Clown? Me?” Pietro exclaimed, feigning shock. ”No, no, no, my friend, I am not a clown and this my friend, this was art! You’ve gone extra international, Izan. Even my mom sent me the photo saying, ’Why can’t you be romantic like this?’”

The room erupted into laughter again, and Izan couldn’t help but laugh along, shaking his head. ”Your mom would say that.”

Javi Guerra, chimed in, holding up his phone. ”I mean, look at this. You’ve got fans calling Olivia the queen of Valencia now. This might be the first time a player’s girlfriend is as popular as the player himself.”

Pietro walked up to Izan and gave him a playful slap on the back. ”Seriously though, you and Olivia—you’re killing it. But don’t get too distracted. We’ve got a big game tomorrow.”

Izan shot him a confident look. ”When do I ever get distracted? Focus is my thing.”

”Oh, really?” Pietro teased, raising an eyebrow. ”Because it looked like your focus was entirely on her lips yesterday.”

Izan grabbed a towel and playfully whipped it toward Pietro, who dodged it with a laugh.

”Okay, okay, I’m done,” Pietro said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. ”But seriously, man, good for you. ”

Izan nodded, his tone softening. ”Thanks.”

”I feel sorry for Mark” Sosa said from behind Izan causing the players to look at the defender who was holding a female action figure.

The camaraderie in the locker room shifted toward a more serious tone as the players began preparing for training.

The Copa del Rey semi-final second leg against Mallorca loomed large. The first leg had been tightly contested, with Valencia scraping out a 2-all draw in the last minute, but this return leg at Mallorca’s home ground was bound to be a battle.

Once out on the pitch, the focus was entirely on football. The team ran through tactical drills, emphasizing defensive organization and quick transitions—key strategies for holding onto their aggregate lead.

Baraja emphasized discipline, reminding the squad to stay compact and patient against Mallorca’s pacey and wing-prone attacking style

A/n: So here’s the romance. Not all that good but that’s what I can write for now since I’m single.[I need your sister’s and auntys’ IG. Of course any woman is appreciated so I can consult them for my love life.]