God Of football

Chapter 335: Early Bids[1000 Top Fans special ]

In offices across Europe, executives, sporting directors, and agents were already making calls.

At Real Madrid, Florentino Pérez sat in a meeting with Juni Calafat and José Ángel Sánchez.

This was exactly the kind of opportunity they thrived on. A generational talent, Spanish, available and at just 16 years old?

It was too perfect. But there was a complication—Madrid’s priority for the summer was Kylian Mbappé.

”His price will be high,” Calafat remarked. ”But if we wait, someone else will get to him first.”

Pérez steepled his fingers, thinking. ”Contact Valencia. Let’s see what number they give us.”

....

At Manchester City, Txiki Begiristain was already on the phone with Pep Guardiola.

City had been monitoring Izan for almost a year, and now he was on the market. The problem? They had just spent big on a winger the previous summer.

Money wasn’t something to stop them but with the 115 charges on their neck, they had to be wary.

”Izan is special, Pep,” Txiki said. ”You’ve seen the data, the vision, the versatility. And if we don’t move, United or Madrid will.”

Guardiola sighed. ”You know I love the player. But where does he fit?”

”We find a way,” Txiki replied. ”We can’t ignore this. Also, Kevin is getting old and Wirtz would cost us more. Izan doesn’t lose to Wirtz in ability. Valencia’s situation helps us”

Pep nodded at the latter’s word but he still had some reservations.

...…

Across town, Manchester United had their discussions. Sir Jim Ratcliffe and INEOS wanted a statement signing, and Erik ten Hag had always been a fan of Izan’s skillset.

[Of course he is.]

”He’s young, but he’s got that mentality,” Ten Hag said in a board meeting. ”Look at what he did for Valencia. This is the type of player we build around.”

The board members sat around the table nodding. ”Get in touch with his agent,” one of the executives said. ”Let’s make it clear we’re serious.”

....

Back in Spain, Deco sat in Xavi’s office, arms crossed.

”We can’t afford him,” Xavi said, frustration evident in his voice. ”We’re struggling to even register players.”

Deco exhaled. ”That hasn’t stopped us before.”

Laporta was desperate to reinforce the squad after a disappointing season, but could they really afford to enter this race?

”We’ll monitor it,” Deco said. ”If there’s a way, we’ll find it.”

Meanwhile, in Paris…

Luis Campos at PSG had already made a call to Valencia. With Mbappé leaving, they needed their next star.

And Izan fit the bill. Young, Spanish, dynamic—someone they could build their attack around for years.

”Make contact with his agent,” Campos instructed. ”Let him know we’re interested.”

Valencia

__________

Miranda had expected interest, but even she wasn’t prepared for the sheer volume of calls flooding in.

Sporting directors, club executives, and intermediaries were all reaching out. Some were subtle, some were direct.

She sat at her desk, scrolling through the unread messages and missed calls.

Real Madrid. Barcelona. Manchester City. Manchester United. PSG.

And that was just the first wave.

She had barely finished reviewing the messages when her phone rang again. This time, it was Valencia’s own sporting director.

”Miranda,” he greeted, sounding drained. ”We need to set up meetings. The offers are coming in fast.”

”How much is the club asking for?” Miranda asked, leaning back.

”Around 100 million.”

Miranda sighed. ”That’s a high number.”

”We need it to be high. This is even a bargain considering Izan’s talent and age” the director replied. ”We don’t want to lose him, but if it happens, it has to be on our terms.”

Miranda pinched the bridge of her nose.

This was moving faster than she wanted.

But she knew one thing—whatever happened next, Izan would have to be ready.

...….

With the transfer market getting busy, football talk shows across Europe had only one topic dominating their discussions—Izan is for sale.

On El Chiringuito, Josep Pedrerol leaned forward, eyes gleaming with excitement.

”Gentlemen, let’s be clear: this is the biggest transfer saga of the summer. Mbappé? Yes, he’s a superstar.

But his deal with Madrid has been in the works for years. Izan? He’s the wildcard.

Young, explosive, and unselfish, already dominating La Liga even before he turns 17. And unlike Mbappé, he’s not commanding 50 million a year in wages.”

Cristóbal Soria scoffed. ”So, what are you saying? That Madrid should spend money on Izan after Mbappé?”

”Why not?” Pedrerol shot back. ”He’s Spanish. He’s the future. And with Valencia in financial chaos, the price could be much lower than his true value.”

...…

On Sky Sports, Gary Neville and Jamie Carragher were deep in discussion.

”If you’re a top club and you’re not looking at Izan, you’re making a mistake,” Neville said.

”This is a 17-year-old who led Valencia to the Champions League. He didn’t just score goals, he created them. He’s got the best final ball of any teenager I’ve seen since Messi.”

Carragher nodded. ”And let’s talk about the price. Valencia needs the money. You’re telling me that, for around 80 million, a club could sign a player like Izan?

That’s a bargain in today’s market. Madrid spent 100 million on Bellingham. City spent nearly that on Grealish.

If I’m United, if I’m Arsenal, if I’m Liverpool, I’m throwing my hat in the ring.”

Over on ESPN FC, Craig Burley wasn’t convinced.

”You can’t compare him to Mbappé. Mbappé is a proven Champions League winner. Izan is a kid with one breakout season.”

Alejandro Moreno cut in. ”But let me ask you this, Craig—where was Mbappé when he was 17?

Playing in Ligue 1, sure. But was he carrying Monaco the way Izan carried Valencia? No. And here’s the key difference: Izan is cheap relative to his ability.

If you’re Real Madrid, do you really let him go to Man City or United and become a superstar there?”

...…..

At Valdebebas, Real Madrid’s executive team was the first to act. Juni Calafat made the call to Valencia that evening.

”We’re interested,” he told Valencia’s sporting director. ”Let’s start negotiations.”

”Make an offer, and we’ll discuss it,” the Valencia director replied cautiously.

Real Madrid didn’t waste time. Hours later, their official bid was sent—€65 million plus add-ons and Valencia’s response came swiftly.

Rejected.

It wasn’t just a rejection; it was a statement. They weren’t going to be bullied into a quick sale.

Florentino Pérez, after receiving the news, remained calm.

”They’re testing us,” he said. ”We won’t rush. Let someone else make the next move.”

...….

Across Europe, the phone calls, negotiations, and tactical maneuvering intensified.

With Valencia rejecting Real Madrid’s opening bid, it was clear that the Spanish giants would not get their way easily.

And that meant other clubs had a window of opportunity.

At Paris Saint-Germain’s headquarters, Luis Campos was deep in discussion with Nasser Al-Khelaifi.

”Izan is exactly what we need,” Campos insisted. ”Mbappé is leaving. We can’t replace him overnight, but Izan is the kind of player we build around.”

Nasser nodded. ”What’s the price Valencia wants?”

”They’re sticking to €100 million, but they’ll negotiate. Madrid went in with 65 plus add-ons and got rejected. If we go in stronger, we set the tone.”

Nasser leaned back, fingers drumming against the table.

”Prepare a bid—€75 million guaranteed plus €10 million in add-ons. Let’s put pressure on them.”

Campos immediately picked up his phone. PSG weren’t waiting anymore.

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At Manchester United’s London offices, Sir Jim Ratcliffe, new to the world of football transfers, had one thing clear—United needed a marquee signing.

He turned to United’s Director of Football.

”City are looking at him, Madrid too. If we hesitate, we’re out.”

Erik ten Hag had been pushing hard. ”He fits perfectly into our rebuild. He’s not yet 17, but mentally, he’s a winner.”

Ratcliffe exhaled. ”Fine. What’s the bid?”

”€80 million fixed, plus 5 in bonuses.”

”That should get Valencia’s attention.”

Within minutes, United made their official bid. Now, PSG and United were locked in a battle for Izan.

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Miranda sat in a private office at the Valencia headquarters, going through the flood of emails and calls.

Two bids had just landed.

• PSG: €80M + €10M in add-ons

• Manchester United: €85M + €5M in add-ons

The offers were finally hitting the club’s asking price range. She called Valencia’s sporting director.

”We have serious bids on the table.”

The director exhaled. ”We knew this moment would come.”

”We need to decide how to proceed,” Miranda said. ”PSG or United?”

The director hesitated. ”We wait. We make them sweat.”

”But if we wait too long, other clubs will panic and rush in. We might lose control of the price,” Miranda warned.

The director nodded. ”Alright. Let’s let it leak to the media that we have two bids. That should force City and Madrid to react.”

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Late that night, El Chiringuito was the first to break the story.

Josep Pedrerol leaned in, voice sharp with excitement.

”Exclusive news—Valencia has received two official bids for Izan. PSG and Manchester United have made their moves. €85 million is on the table.”

Cristóbal Soria smirked. ”So where is Real Madrid?”

Pedrerol grinned. ”They’re waiting. But they can’t wait much longer.”

Meanwhile, on Sky Sports, Fabrizio Romano confirmed the development.

”Manchester United and PSG have both submitted formal offers. Valencia will now decide whether to accept or wait for a counter-offer from Real Madrid or Manchester City.”

A/n: I dedicate this chapter to thank you guys for your support even though my work is subpar [not being humble. That’s the truth]. I sometimes see works on ReadNovelFull which I think should be in a better position than mine but mine is somehow one of the top sports book on the platform and I owe it all to the readers. Thanks for liking my imagination and I’ll work extra hard to keep you guys entertained. My dream is to enter the Top ten for the Golden ranking spot so I can’t stop caring about my Power stones for once😅.Let’s see Izan through on this journey. Also the transfer Saga will last 2 to 3 chapters so comment which team you’d like to see Izan join and who knows, he might just join yours.