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Chapter 370: Football At Its Finest[Golden Gacha - ] · Oct 10, 2026

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351 Chapter 351: Tour 2026-10-10
352 Chapter 352: First Day At Work[Golden Ticket] 2026-10-10
353 Chapter 353: First Session 2026-10-10
354 Chapter 354: First Session, Completed 2026-10-10
355 Chapter 355: Finding The Right Piece [Nameyelus Gifts too much] 2026-10-10
356 Chapter 356: Izan’s Tactics 2026-10-10
357 Chapter 357: Prelude to Pre-Season 2026-10-10
358 Chapter 358: Just 2 Days 2026-10-10
359 Chapter 359: Watching From Afar [Golden Gachapon: Pistacho031_3 ] 2026-10-10
360 Chapter 360 - 2 in 26 [Golden Gachapon: Pistacho031_3 ] 2026-10-10
361 Chapter 361: Ball And Banter [Golden Gachapon: Pistacho031_3 ] 2026-10-10
362 Chapter 362: Saved By PR [Pistacho031_3]] 2026-10-10
363 Chapter 363: Arsenal’s Newest Man [Pistacho031_3]] 2026-10-10
364 Chapter 364: Pending Start[Gachapon Bonus] 2026-10-10
365 Chapter 365: US Tour [Golden Gacha - ] 2026-10-10
366 Chapter 366: Pre-Season Fever [Normal Release] 2026-10-10
367 Chapter 367: It Is Time [Golden Gacha, Pistacho031_3] 2026-10-10
368 Chapter 368: A Real Red Devil [Golden Gacha Pistacho_031_3] 2026-10-10
369 Chapter 369: A New Menace [Normal Release] 2026-10-10
370 Chapter 370: Football At Its Finest[Golden Gacha - ] 2026-10-10
371 Chapter 371: The NBA [Golden Gacha - ] 2026-10-10
372 Chapter 372: The American Game. 2026-10-10
373 Chapter 373: Night In LA [Normal Release] 2026-10-10
374 Chapter 374: Early Lead [Golden Gacha] 2026-10-10
375 Chapter 375: Foot On The PitChapter [Golden Gacha. Pistacho031_3] 2026-10-10
376 Chapter 376: Goal In LA [Normal Release] 2026-10-10
377 Chapter 377: Relentless Leverkusen [Final Gacha - ] 2026-10-10
378 Chapter 378: First Start 2026-10-10
379 Chapter 379: Something Greater 2026-10-10
380 Chapter 380: Late Night Escapades 2026-10-10
381 Chapter 381: Clash Of Two Titans 2026-10-10
382 Chapter 382: Clash Of Two Titans: [2] 2026-10-10
383 Chapter 383: War In A Coliseum 2026-10-10
384 Chapter 384: Brilliance Under The Lights 2026-10-10
385 Chapter 385: Egyptian Magic 2026-10-10
386 Chapter 386: Little Conductor 2026-10-10
387 Chapter 387: Halfway There 2026-10-10
388 Chapter 388: Halftime Antics 2026-10-10
389 Chapter 389: Troll 2026-10-10
390 Chapter 390: Against the Best [Golden Ticket] 2026-10-10
391 Chapter 391: Something Special 2026-10-10
392 Chapter 392: Pre-Season Conference 2026-10-10
393 Chapter 393: Unexpected(Golden Ticket) 2026-10-10
394 Chapter 394: Unspoken Words. 2026-10-10
395 Chapter 395: A World Of Their Own 2026-10-10
396 Chapter 396: League Preparations 2026-10-10
397 Chapter 397: Life At Colney 2026-10-10
398 Chapter 398: Whispers Of Fame 2026-10-10
399 Chapter 399: Moments Between Whistles 2026-10-10
400 Chapter 400: The Premier League 2026-10-10

Chapter 370: Football At Its Finest[Golden Gacha - ]

The jeers intensified, furious and unrelenting, but Izan just laughed. He raised both hands now, motioning upward.

Louder.

By the time his teammates reached him, he was grinning, shoulders loose, as if this was nothing new to him.

Saka grabbed him first, shaking his head with a chuckle.

”Youʼre a menace,” he said, half-laughing.

Izan just shrugged. ”They asked for it.”

The rest of the team piled in, ruffling his hair, and clapping him on the back. The United fans were still screaming, but Izan didnʼt spare them another glance.

Heʼd already said everything he needed to.

....

The final whistle blew, signaling the end of Arsenalʼs pre-season clash against Manchester United.

The scoreline didnʼt matter much—this was just a warm-up for the real battles ahead—but Izan had left his mark.

His free-kick and his presence had turned the match into something more than just a friendly.

As the players exchanged handshakes, Izan went around, offering a respectful nod to those he had battled with on the pitch.

Casemiro gave him a knowing smirk, a silent acknowledgment of their earlier duel.

Rashford patted his shoulder as they crossed paths.

Even Onana, who had denied him once but not twice, gave him a firm handshake before walking off.

Then, just as Izan turned toward the tunnel, he caught something in the stands—a kid, no older than ten, holding up a small sign with shaky handwriting:

IZAN, CAN I HAVE YOUR SHIRT?

The boyʼs eyes were wide, filled with hope, his little hands gripping the sign tightly. His parents stood beside him, watching expectantly.

Izan smiled but hesitated. He knew he couldnʼt give the jersey away.

It was preseason, and there was no name printed on the back. The club would want to keep it for records.

Still, seeing the boyʼs expression—so full of admiration, so desperate for a moment to remember—he felt a pang of guilt.

He gave the kid a quick nod, acknowledging the request, before heading down the tunnel.

The boyʼs hopeful expression faltered. His hands dropped slightly, the sign lowering with them.

His parents leaned down, whispering to him, trying to reassure him.

”He probably didnʼt see you,” his father said.

”Heʼs busy, sweetheart,” his mother added.

The boy nodded, but the disappointment was clear on his face.

Inside the tunnel, Izan walked past a group of reporters, ignoring the ones trying to pull him aside for a post-match comment. He had something else on his mind.

In the dressing room, he found what he needed. A fresh Arsenal jersey. His jersey. With his name and the number 10 printed boldly on the back.

When he re-emerged from the tunnel, cameras turned his way.

The stadium was already half-empty, but some fans still lingered, soaking in the last moments of the night.

The cameras followed him as he walked toward the stands, the white-and-red jersey in his hands.

The boy hadnʼt moved. He was still standing there, staring down at his sign, his expression blank.

Izan stopped right in front of him.

The kid looked up, his eyes widening as he realized who was standing before him.

Izan grinned, flipping the jersey around so the back faced the boy. The name ”IZAN” was bold across the fabric.

Then, pulling out a marker, he bent down and signed it.

The boy just stood there, stunned, as Izan pressed the jersey into his hands.

”Take care of it,” Izan said with a smirk.

The kidʼs face lit up, pure joy taking over. His parents were beaming, thanking Izan repeatedly.

The cameras captured everything. The moment would be replayed, shared, and talked about.

But for Izan, it wasnʼt about the cameras.

It was about the kid who had believed.

As Izan turned back towards the tunnel, he wasnʼt even five steps in before a swarm of reporters closed in on him.

Cameras flashed, microphones were extended, and voices called out his name in rapid succession.

”Izan! Two goals, one a free-kick masterpiece, the other an absolute rocket—how does it feel?”

”First game of the preseason and youʼve already stolen the headlines!”

”Is this the kind of performance Arsenal fans should expect from you all season?”

Izan exhaled sharply, adjusting the sweat still clinging to his hair. He knew this was coming.

His performance had been impossible to ignore. But he also knew better than to let it get to his head.

He leaned slightly toward the microphone closest to him, keeping his expression composed.

”Itʼs just preseason,” he said with a slight smile. ”Iʼm still getting used to the team, and weʼre all working towards full match fitness. But, yeah… it felt good to be out there.”

A reporter from Sky Sports stepped in next. ”That free-kick—your technique is unique. That much dip and curl, even Onana couldnʼt do anything about it. Is this something youʼve specifically trained for?”

Izan tilted his head slightly as if considering the question.

He wasnʼt about to explain that his technique was backed by his system traits—(Pinpoint Accuracy and Gravity Arc)—but he did give a small nod.

”Iʼve worked on my free-kicks for a long time. Itʼs all about the balance between power and precision. If you hit the ball just right, the rest takes care of itself.”

One of the reporters from the Arsenal media team grinned.

”We saw you shushing the United fans after that goal. A bit of an early rivalry brewing?”

Izan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. ”They were loud, so I just gave them something to be louder about.”

Laughter rippled through the small crowd, but another reporter quickly jumped in.

”Your second goal—no hesitation, just one touch and an absolute missile. Was that instinct or did you already know where you wanted to hit it?”

Izan smirked slightly. ”A bit of both. I knew where the space was. After that, it was just about hitting it clean.”

The questions kept coming. About the teamʼs preseason form.

About how it felt to play alongside the likes of Ødegaard and Saka. About the chemistry he was building.

Then, one reporter from ESPN threw in a different angle.

”Youʼre only 17, well a few months away from it still and this is your first experience in English football. Do you feel pressure? Or are you here to prove a point?”

Izan met the reporterʼs gaze, unfazed. ”Iʼm here to win. Simple as that.”

That line sent a murmur through the crowd, and before more questions could fly, Arsenalʼs media officer stepped in, signaling that was enough for now.

Izan gave a nod to the reporters before turning away, walking back into the tunnel. He had done his talking on the pitch—everything else was just noise.

....

As Izan walked down the tunnel, the noise from the stadium faded behind him. He wasnʼt even out of his kit yet, but the internet had already exploded.

Clips of his two goals were everywhere—X, Instagram, TikTok, and YouTube. Arsenal fans were ecstatic, while rival fans scrambled to downplay it.

X (formerly Twitter)

@ArsenalBuzz

”IZAN. REMEMBER THE NAME. Two goals against United, and heʼs still 16.”

@UnitedFanZone

”Preseason hype. Letʼs see this in the actual season.”

@Masatoshi. k

”Nah, that freekick and that second goal? Heʼs different. Itʼs not hype. Itʼs reality.”

@ESPNFC

”Izanʼs Arsenal debut:

Two goals

One stunning freekick

One long-range rocket

Shushing opposition fans

The Premier League is watching.”

@Fabrizio Romano

”Izan impresses in his first game for Arsenal. Special talent, special performance.”

@Sam Kupers: We all know Izan would do well but Damn, that was just bonkers.

But one clip had gone even more viral—his shushing celebration toward the United fans. That set off an entirely different discussion.

@USSoccerFan123: ”Man, Arsenal should loan him to an MLS team. Would be fun to watch him here.”

@Daoist Adquiro: ”Why would they loan him out? He just cooked United.”

@Nameyelus: ”Also, no offense, but why would he go to MLS? Arsenal arenʼt sending their best talent there.”

@USSoccerFan123: ”I just think young players should get experience in real football, not just Arsenalʼs slow buildup.”

@Pistacho031_3: ”Real FOOTBALL? You mean SOCCER?”

From there, the replies turned into an all-out war—football vs. soccer, Europe vs. America.

—

YouTube Trending

”IZAN DESTROYS MAN UNITED – Full Highlights & Analysis” (350K views, 1 hour ago)

”Is Izan Arsenalʼs Next Superstar?” (220K views, 45 minutes ago)

”Arsenalʼs Future? Izanʼs Dream Debut” (150K views, 30 minutes ago)

Even on TikTok, clips of his goals were everywhere, with dramatic edits and over-the-top music.

Meanwhile, in the Arsenal Team Bus

Izan sat in his seat, scrolling through his phone. The amount of notifications was ridiculous.

He smirked when he saw the ”football vs. soccer” debate still going. Some things never changed.

Then, a text popped up from Miranda.

Miranda: ”Told you to stay marketable. 16.7M followers now. Euros got you 7M, and one preseason match just got you another 1.5M.”

Izan chuckled, shaking his head. He hadnʼt even played a competitive game for Arsenal yet.

This was just the beginning and it was only going to get crazier.

A/n: 10 out of 15. Bruh Iʼm dead at this point. I just realised that I have to make up for the Golden tickets too. Iʼm tired but it is fun for me.Anyways have fun reading. Going to class

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