God Of football

Chapter 212: Place In The Final

With the aggregate score tied at 4-4, the final minutes were a whirlwind of tension. Mallorca pushed desperately for a winner, but Valencia defended with everything they had.

Izan, despite dragging Valencia into the game single-handedly, was everywhere—tracking back to help his defenders, holding up the ball to relieve pressure, and driving forward whenever the opportunity arose.

As the referee blew the final whistle, the Valencia players collapsed to the ground, exhausted but proud.

Izan stood tall, his name echoing from the away section as the traveling fans chanted his name.

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”Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, with the score locked at 4-4 on aggregate after 90 minutes of intense football at Son Moix.

Both Mallorca and Valencia have left everything on the pitch, but it will take an additional 30 minutes to decide who advances to the final and if that doesn’t help, then we could be heading toward a penalty shooting”

Tensions are sky-high, and the stakes couldn’t be greater, because this is for a chance to play in the final”.

the commentator declared as the players gathered for the next half of the match.

The camera zoomed in on Valencia’s players, their faces a mix of fatigue and focus. Izan, stood in the center of the huddle with Gaya, speaking with authority that belied his age.

His leadership had been pivotal throughout the match and the players knew it. On the other side, Mallorca’s players, buoyed by their home crowd, looked equally determined to capitalize on the momentum they had built in the second half.

”The question now is, who has the stamina, the mental strength, and the quality to make it through these 30 minutes?

Both sides have fought tooth and nail, and it’s going to take something special to break the deadlock,” the co-commentator added.

Fans watching in the stadium and their homes couldn’t help but be nervous about what was coming.

After a while, the whistle blew, and extra time began. Immediately, the intensity ratcheted up another notch.

The Mallorca fans were as loud as ever, urging their team forward with chants that reverberated across the stadium but the Valencia fans weren’t the type of crowd to back down either.

Valencia, started cautiously, prioritizing their defensive shape and looking for opportunities to counter.

As the match went on, Mallorca almost found an early breakthrough when Vedat Muriqi rose above the Valencia defense to meet a cross in the 94th minute.

His powerful header was destined for the top corner, but Giorgi Mamardashvili, Valencia’s towering goalkeeper, made an incredible diving save.

The away fans erupted in cheers, while the home crowd groaned in frustration.

”What a save by Mamardashvili! That could’ve been the moment for Mallorca, but Valencia’s keeper stands tall once again,” the commentator exclaimed.

Wanting to shift the momentum to their side, Valencia responded through Izan.

Picking up the ball near the byline, Izan danced past two defenders with effortless skill, drawing gasps from the crowd.

His surging stint ended with a clever through ball to Hugo Duro, who fired a low shot that was narrowly saved by Predrag Rajković.

”Izan is just magical tonight. Every time he gets the ball, you feel something could happen,” the co-commentator remarked.

The first half of extra time ended with both sides creating chances but failing to find the net. The tension was palpable as the players took a brief break to regroup.

In the depths of the stadium, Rubén Baraja sat in front of a screen, watching the match unfold.

Having been sent off in the second half, the Valencia coach was now a spectator, his emotions written all over his face.

He clenched his fists as Mallorca came close and erupted in frustration when Valencia squandered opportunities.

When Mamardashvili made his stunning save, Baraja leaped to his feet, punching the air. ”That’s it, Giorgi! Keep us in this!” he shouted, pacing back and forth.

Baraja’s connection to the team was unshakable, even from afar. As the players returned to the pitch for the second half of extra time, he muttered under his breath, ”Come on, boys. One moment of brilliance. That’s all we need.”

The final 15 minutes of extra time began with both teams visibly fatigued but refusing to back down. Tackles flew in, with the crowd reacting to every challenge.

Izan was once again the focal point for Valencia, weaving through Mallorca’s midfield with his quick feet and uncanny vision.

In the 112th minute, Mallorca nearly scored when a loose ball fell to Dani Rodríguez at the edge of the box after Mark who had been subbed on for Mosquera blocked a shot.

The former’s shot was powerful but narrowly missed the target, brushing the side netting. The home fans let out a collective groan, while the Valencia supporters breathed a sigh of relief.

Valencia, sensing the urgency, began to push forward. Izan dropped deeper to collect the ball, orchestrating attacks with composure and creativity.

In the 117th minute, he delivered a perfectly weighted pass to Fran Pérez, whose cross into the box was headed just over the bar by Hugo Guillamón.

”Valencia is turning the screw here. They can sense an opportunity, but time is running out,” the commentator said.

As the back and forth went, the crowd pumped the energy in the atmosphere with their chants but then came the moment that would define the night.

With the clock ticking into the 121st minute—one minute of additional time added to the second half of extra time—

Valencia won a throw-in deep in Mallorca’s half. José Gayà quickly threw the ball to Izan, who was surrounded by defenders near the corner flag.

With a burst of energy that seemed impossible given the circumstances, Izan spun past his marker, using a clever flick to create space.

”Izan taking the game by the scruff of the neck. We’ve seen him do wonders but what can he do here again”

Izan darted toward the edge of the box, his every movement tracked by the crowd with the ball at his feet.

Just as a defender lunged in to stop him, Izan slipped a perfectly timed pass to Javi Guerra, who was waiting near the penalty spot.

With the crowd on the edge of their seats, Guerra took a touch and unleashed a low, driven shot. The ball slipped under Rajković’s outstretched arm and into the back of the net.

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, the away section exploded with joy. Valencia’s players rushed toward Guerra, piling on in celebration.

Izan, who had collapsed to his knees after the pass, was quickly swarmed by his teammates.

”Incredible! Javi Guerra scores in the dying seconds of extra time, and it’s Izan with the assist! This young man has done it again—what a performance!” the commentator roared.

The scenes in the stands were polarizing. Valencia’s fans, packed into the away section, were a sea of limbs and scarves, their voices echoing across the stadium.

On the other hand, the Mallorca supporters sat in stunned silence, their hands on their heads in disbelief, some, mostly the older fans with tears in their eyes.

Baraja, watching from the locker room, erupted in celebration. He punched the air, shouting, ”Yes! Yes! That’s how it’s done!”

He grabbed one of the staff, pulling them into a jubilant embrace. ”Izan, you genius!” he yelled at the screen, a proud smile on his face.

Back on the pitch, Izan was mobbed by his teammates, their energy renewed despite their exhaustion.

The young star hugged Guerra tightly, his face lit up with a mix of relief and joy.

”What a way to win it! Valencia, against all odds, have pulled off a dramatic victory. And who else but Izan to deliver when it mattered most? This young man is writing his own legend.”

As the referee blew the final whistle, the Valencia players sank to the ground, overcome with emotion.

Some cried tears of joy, while others simply lay on their backs, staring up at the night sky. Izan stood in the middle of the chaos, his hands on his hips, taking it all in.

”That is it. It is all over and Valencia are now in the finals of the Copa del Rey. Kudos to Valencia and Kudos to Izan for carrying his team into the final”

The Mallorca players, meanwhile, looked devastated. Many sat on the pitch, heads in their hands, as their fans applauded them for their effort.

Valencia’s supporters stayed long after the whistle, chanting Izan’s name and celebrating their team’s resilience.

The young star walked toward the away section, applauding the fans who had traveled to support them.

In the locker room, Baraja waited for his players with open arms. When Izan walked in, the coach pulled him into a tight hug.

”You were incredible out there,” Baraja said, his voice thick with emotion. ”You’ve made all of us proud.”

”Well, I said I’d win silverware before I leave. Now let’s make it all worth it in the final”

The first parts of Izan’s words made Baraja frown slightly but he smiled after the next part.

”Let’s do that then,” Baraja said before letting Izan go.

A/n: God I’m tired. Anyways 3/4