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Chapter 381: Clash Of Two Titans · 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 381: Clash Of Two Titans

Izan darted across the training pitch, laughter bubbling in his chest as Saka, Martinelli, and Zinchenko stormed after him, their shouts ringing through the cool morning air.

”Youʼre dead, bro!” Saka barked, pumping his arms furiously.

Martinelli, breathing hard but determined, cut across the grass, trying to intercept Izanʼs path. ”I swear if I get my hands on you—!”

Zinchenko, despite his exhaustion, managed a grin. ”Youʼve got nowhere to run, hermano!”

Yet, every time they lunged, Izan twisted, sidestepped, or feinted, his movement almost instinctive.

He juked Zinchenko with a quick shift of his weight, then sent Martinelli stumbling with a sharp cut before spinning away from Saka like a seasoned midfielder under pressure.

The players watching from the cafeteria were in pieces. Some were laughing so hard they had to hold onto their chairs.

Ødegaard had his arms crossed, shaking his head with a small smile. ”They never had a chance.”

Declan Rice leaned forward, entertained. ”This is the most effort Iʼve seen them put in all preseason.”

Back outside, Zinchenko came to a dead stop, hands on his knees. ”This… this is not worth it.”

Saka threw his hands up. ”How is he still running?!”

Martinelli groaned. ”Heʼs mocking us, bro. Look at his face!”

Indeed, Izan was barely breaking a sweat, grinning as he jogged backward, watching their misery unfold.

He tossed them another water bottle. ”Here. You guys need it more than me.”

Zinchenko caught it but didnʼt drink. Instead, he stared at Izan with squinted eyes. ”This isnʼt over.”

Izan smirked. ”Of course not.”

Saka, still panting, pointed at him. ”Weʼll get you back, man. Just wait.”

Izan chuckled, turning away. ”I look forward to it.”

As he walked off, the trio sat down, catching their breath. A moment passed before Martinelli turned to Saka.

”You know what the worst part is?”

Saka exhaled. ”What?”

Martinelli sighed. ”He was right.”

Zinchenko looked between them. ”About what?”

Saka groaned. ”If weʼre ever sneaking out again…”

Martinelli nodded, wiping sweat off his forehead. ”Weʼre bringing Izan with us.”

As the trio finally caught their breath, Arteta walked onto the pitch, hands behind his back, his usual composed demeanor intact.

He glanced at Saka, Martinelli, and Zinchenko, still on the ground, sweat dripping from their faces.

”Have you learned your lesson?” Arteta asked, his tone calm but firm.

The three nodded vigorously, too exhausted to offer any sarcastic responses.

Arteta let the silence stretch before giving a small nod. ”Good. Now, go join your teammates for lunch.”

Zinchenko, with what little energy he had left, managed a wry smile. ”Youʼre not making us run back to the cafeteria, are you?”

Artetaʼs lips twitched, but he shook his head. ”No. But if I catch you sneaking out again, you wonʼt be running—youʼll be crawling.”

Saka groaned Martinelli chuckled weakly, and Zinchenko muttered something in Ukrainian under his breath.

With that, they pushed themselves up and trudged toward the cafeteria, where the rest of the squad had already gathered.

As soon as they stepped inside, a round of laughter erupted.

”Welcome back, lads!” Declan Rice called out, smirking.

”How was the morning cardio?” Ødegaard added, leaning back in his chair.

The trio slumped into their seats, grabbing water and food, while Izan—sat across from them, a knowing smirk on his face.

Saka shot him a glare between bites of his meal. ”Weʼre still getting you back, bro.”

Izan simply shrugged. ”Iʼll be waiting.”

.....

”Good evening folks, and welcome to BBC Sportsʼ preseason special as we take a deep dive into how the top Premier League clubs are shaping up ahead of the new season.

With the league campaign just around the corner, teams have been fine-tuning their squads, making crucial signings, and testing their tactics on the pitch.

But one preseason match in particular has caught everyoneʼs attention—the showdown between Arsenal and Liverpool in Los Angeles.

Weʼll get to that shortly, but first, letʼs take a look at how some of Englandʼs biggest clubs have been preparing.”

The screen shifted to a newsroom set, where host Gary Lineker sat alongside analysts Alan Shearer and Micah Richards, both dressed sharply for the broadcast.

Behind them, highlights from various preseason matches played across the world flickered on the screen.

”Letʼs start with the champions,” Lineker began. ”Manchester City have had a fairly quiet transfer window by their standards.

Ilkay Gündogan is back from Barcelona, a move that surprised many, and theyʼve signed Savinho from Girona.

But on the other side, theyʼve lost Julián Álvarez to Atlético Madrid and João Cancelo to Al-Hilal. Alan, do you think City will still be the team to beat?”

Shearer nodded. ”Absolutely. They still have Pep Guardiola, they still have Erling Haaland, and they still have that ridiculous midfield.

Even with a slow summer in the market, you canʼt write them off. Theyʼll be right up there again.”

Micah Richards, a former City player himself, smirked. ”People always try to find reasons to doubt them, but trust me, Pepʼs been cooking up something. Theyʼll be fine.”

The conversation then shifted to Manchester United and Chelsea, two clubs looking for consistency after turbulent seasons.

”United have had an interesting preseason. Erik Ten Hag is still figuring out how to get the best out of his squad, and some of their younger players have been impressive.

Chelsea, on the other hand, are still going through a rebuild,” Lineker summarized.

Shearer sighed. ”Every season we ask the same question about Chelsea: ʼIs this the year they finally click?ʼ I still donʼt know the answer.”

Before the United-Chelsea talk could settle, the pundits moved to Newcastleʼs recent rise had been one of the biggest stories in English football.

With European football on the horizon again, expectations were high.

”Eddie Howe has built something solid,” Shearer, a Newcastle legend, said proudly. ”They wonʼt just roll over. Theyʼve made smart signings, and I think theyʼll push for the top four again.”

But as the segment moved on, the focus shifted to the real main event—the upcoming clash between Arsenal and Liverpool in Los Angeles.

A slow-motion clip of Arsenalʼs training in California appeared on the screen—players jogging onto the field, Arteta issuing instructions, and the teamʼs new signing, Izan, standing among his teammates.

”Arsenal have had an incredible preseason,” Lineker said. ”Undefeated so far, playing brilliant football. But Alan, the real story is Izan, their new record signing.”

Shearer grinned. ”Yeah, the kidʼs something special. Thereʼs a lot of hype around him, and rightly so.

Heʼs already linking up well with Odegaard and Saka. Heʼs got that confidence, that arrogance you need at the top level.”

Richards chuckled. ”Heʼs got that sauce, man! Watching him play, you can tell heʼs enjoying himself.

But Arsenal arenʼt just about one player. Arteta has built a proper squad. Theyʼre playing with swagger, and I genuinely think theyʼll be title contenders this season.”

The broadcast cut to Liverpoolʼs camp, where the team was deep in training, adapting to life under new manager Arne Slot.

”Itʼs a strange sight, isnʼt it?” Lineker remarked. ”Liverpool without Jurgen Klopp.”

Shearer nodded. ”Itʼs a massive change. Klopp was everything to that team. Arne Slot has big shoes to fill, and you can already see the shift in tactics.

Thereʼs less chaos and more control. He wants them to dictate games rather than just outfight teams.”

”But will it work?” Richards questioned. ”Preseason has been a mixed bag for them. In some games, theyʼve looked brilliant. Others, not so much. Arsenal will be their biggest test yet.”

With both teams set to face off in LAʼs biggest stadium, excitement was reaching its peak. The analysts took turns offering their final thoughts.

Shearer: ”For Arsenal, this is about continuing their momentum. For Liverpool, itʼs about showing they can still compete at the top level.”

Richards: ”I want to see how Izan handles a big opponent. If he shines here, the hype will only grow.”

Lineker smiled at the camera. ”One way or another, weʼll get answers. Arsenal. Liverpool. Two giants. Itʼs all happening in LA. And weʼll be here to break it all down.”

The screen faded to black, and the broadcast cut to commercials. The stage was set.

...…

The Los Angeles morning carried a warm breeze, but it did little to settle the rising tension around SoFi Stadium.

Fans had already begun to gather, decked out in Arsenal red and Liverpool crimson, buzzing with anticipation.

This was the biggest preseason match of the summer, a true test before the Premier Leagueʼs return.

At Arsenalʼs team hotel, the mood was lighter.

Inside the lobby, players moved casually, exchanging light-hearted jokes while staff members carried last-minute equipment to the bus.

”I swear, this feels like a Champions League night,” Martinelli said, glancing at the number of cameras already tracking their movement.

”Weʼll get there soon enough,” Saka smirked, tapping his suitcase before turning to Izan. ”But first, our boy has his first ʼbigʼ game for Arsenal. How are we feeling?”

Izan adjusted the strap of his bag, a small smirk forming. ”Itʼs just another game.”

Zinchenko let out a dramatic sigh. ”Listen to this guy. He wins one Euros and now every game is just ʼanother game.ʼ”

The group laughed as they stepped outside, where a crowd of Arsenal fans were waiting, holding up scarves and jerseys.

Some chanted Artetaʼs name, others sang player chants, but many locked their eyes on Izan.

The cameras were already fixated on him, flashing non-stop as he walked toward the Arsenal team bus.

A few fans near the front held up a banner:

”IZAN, OUR NEW STAR. TAKE US TO GLORY!”

Izan glanced at it before stepping onto the bus, feeling the weight of their expectation.

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