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Chapter 389: Troll · 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 389: Troll

”And here we go again! Arsenal and Liverpool return for the second half under the floodlights of SoFi Stadium, and if the first 45 minutes were anything to go by, we are in for a thrilling conclusion.

Arsenal lead 2-1, but Liverpool are far from beaten. You can feel the tension in the air, the anticipation in the stands—this is preseason, but it does not feel like it!”

Lee Dixon chimed in. ”No, it doesnʼt, Peter. Thereʼs a real edge to this game. Arsenal, with Izan at the heart of it, have been the sharper side, but Liverpool have that never-say-die mentality.

You know they wonʼt roll over. And you never know what will happen until the final whistle sounds.”

The players walked to their positions under the gazes of the fans who had enjoyed every bit of the first 45 and were waiting for the second.

After making sure everything was set, the referee blew his whistle, and the ball was rolling again.

Liverpool came out with fire. Their press was more aggressive, their tackles sharper.

Mac Allister and Gravenberch pushed higher up, suffocating the midfield.

Arsenal struggling to keep their rhythm early on were forced into hurried clearances as Liverpool pushed them deeper.

Then, in the 49th minute, Arsenal broke free.

Izan, as if untouched by Liverpoolʼs pressure, received the ball under tight marking.

With a body feint, he left Mac Allister reaching at air before flicking a pass out to Martinelli, who immediately burst down the left.

The Brazilian met Arnold who tries stalling for help but the former turned away and whipped in a teasing cross to which Havertz met it with his head!

”OH, BIG SAVE BY ALISSON!”

The Liverpool goalkeeper reacted instantly, stretching out a strong hand to push it away.

Arsenal had come close, but Liverpool remained alive. The resulting corner amounted to nothing after Allison caught the ball mid-air.

After this, it was all safe and secure passes being threaded around. That was until Liverpool responded in the 56th minute.

A quick interchange between Szoboszlai and Salah opened a path through the right.

Zinchenko hesitated, and Salah took full advantage, cutting inside before whipping a dangerous low cross into the six-yard box.

Darwin Núñez who had replaced Gakpo after the halftime break slid in clipping the ball with his outer foot!

”NUÑEZ! JUST WIDE!”

The Uruguayan came inches away from leveling the game, but his touch sent the ball past the post.

”Liverpool knocking on the door now!” Dixon exclaimed. ”Arsenal need to weather this storm.”

...….

It was now the 65th minute and by now, it was clear to everyone in the stadium that Izan was the difference.

No matter how tightly Liverpool marked him, he continued to glide through their midfield, always available, always a step ahead.

Frustration began to creep in and then came the first rough challenge.

Izan received the ball near the center circle, shielding it as Mac Allister lunged in from behind.

He took the contact but kept his balance, only for Gravenberch to step across him, dragging him down with an outstretched leg.

The whistle shrieked.

”And thatʼs a clear foul! Arsenal get the free kick, but Liverpoolʼs midfielders are walking a fine line now!” Drury remarked.

The referee, however, kept his cards in his pocket.

Izan dusted himself off, barely sparing a glance at the two midfielders. But the tackles didnʼt stop.

Three minutes later, another hit.

This time, Izan weaved through the press, shaking off Gravenberch before Mac Allister clattered into him, leading with his knee.

”And now the referee HAS to take action!” Dixon barked.

The Arsenal bench erupted. Arteta stormed towards the fourth official, yelling, while the Arsenal fans inside SoFi Stadium voiced their anger.

”Hey! Thatʼs the third time!” a man in an Arsenal jersey shouted.

In the Liverpool sections, the mood was different.

”Heʼs too good, man. What else can they do?”

Finally, the referee pulled out a yellow card for Mac Allister. But the damage was done.

The match was losing its structure. Fouls were piling up and tempers were flaring.

Izan stood up, brushing himself off, and as the refereeʼs whistle echoed around the stadium, he smirked slightly.

Mac Allisterʼs yellow card was a small victory, but Izan wasnʼt done yet.

He had seen enough to know that Liverpoolʼs aggression was their undoing.

”Strength in numbers, huh?” he thought. If they wanted to crowd him out, he would drag them into deeper waters.

If they wanted to press, he would force them into fouls. They were walking a fine line, and Izan was about to push them over it.

Arsenal restarted play, working the ball to the left where Zinchenko and Martinelli combined before rolling it inside to Izan.

Luiz Diaz was pressing from the wing, closing in, but Izan was already a step ahead.

He dipped his shoulder and cut inside, shifting the ball past Díaz with a sharp turn.

Díaz frozen in place, forced himself to lunge in, mistiming his challenge completely.

His boot clattered against Izanʼs shin, sending him stumbling to the ground.

”AND THATʼS ANOTHER ONE!” Peter Druryʼs voice soared over the noise as the refereeʼs whistle shrieked.

”Luis Díaz cleans out Izan, and the referee goes straight to his pocket!”

The Arsenal fans inside SoFi Stadium exploded in jeers, their voices bouncing off the towering walls of the arena.

”Oh, cʼmon, man! Thatʼs dirty!”

”They canʼt stop him, so theyʼre just hacking him down!”

Díaz threw his hands up, arguing that he got the ball, but the referee wasnʼt interested. Out came the yellow.

On the touchline, Arne Slotʼs expression twisted in frustration. This was getting out of hand. Two of his players were booked, and Arsenal still had full control.

Liverpool needed to regroup, but Izan wasnʼt giving them time.

Only three minutes later, he found space again, dropping deep to pick up the ball from Declan Rice.

Mac Allister and Gravenberch immediately rushed him, trying to force him backward.

But Izan wasnʼt backing down.

He let Mac Allister come close before flicking the ball between his legs and darting forward.

The crowd roared as he broke free, but before he could surge into space—

WHACK.

Gravenberch, in sheer desperation, dragged him down with both hands. A cynical foul.

The referee didnʼt hesitate. Another yellow card flashed in the air.

”Liverpool are falling into the trap! They just canʼt deal with him!” Lee Dixon said. ”Thatʼs three of their players booked now!”

The Arsenal players werenʼt hiding their amusement. Even Havertz, usually calm, grinned at Izan as they jogged back into position.

On the sidelines, Arne Slot sighed. He had seen enough.

He turned to his coaching staff, gesturing furiously. He wanted to win this game—badly—but not at the cost of a red card.

”Ryan and Alexis are coming off.” He pointed to the substitutesʼ bench, calling on Wataru Endo and Curtis Jones.

As the board went up, Gravenberch and Mac Allister exchanged frustrated looks. They knew what this meant—they had lost their battles against Izan.

The Arsenal fans mocked them as they left the pitch.

”Subbed off? Already?”

”Izan cooked them, man.”

Meanwhile, on the field, Izan stood with his hands on his hips, watching them go.

Two of his markers—gone.

As Gravenberch and Mac Allister trudged off the field, Endo and Curtis Jones quickly entered the fray. Arne Slotʼs tactical shift was clear: fresh legs to deal with Izan.

But the new arrivals had to be more disciplined than their predecessors if they were to stop the Arsenal star without resorting to fouling.

The play resumed, and Izan immediately became the focal point again.

Declan Rice dropped a pass to him in the middle of the park, just outside the center circle.

Endo was immediately in his face, charging forward with an intensity that had been lacking from the earlier midfielders.

Izan quickly adjusted his body, evading the initial press from the Japanese midfielder with a deft spin to the side, but Endo wasnʼt done.

He shadowed Izanʼs every move, watching him closely, waiting for a misstep. And when Izan tried to push the ball a little too far ahead—Endo pounced.

The midfielder slid in, his foot clipping the ball perfectly, dispossessing Izan in a well-timed challenge.

The crowd inside SoFi Arena collectively gasped at the moment of brilliance from the substitute but Endo wasnʼt finished.

He drove the ball forward, making a sprinting run through the heart of the midfield.

He looked up and saw Curtis Jones open on the left.

With a sharp pass, Endo fed Jones into space just outside the box. The Liverpool fans around the stadium held their breath as Jones controlled the ball.

He cut inside with pace, looking to get a shot off, but William Saliba was quick to close him down, forcing Jones to take a shot from a tight angle.

But the ball ricocheted off Salibaʼs boot and found its way to Mohamed Salah near the edge of the 18-yard box.

Salah, ever clinical in these situations, seized the moment.

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