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Chapter 459: Champions League Nights · Oct 10, 2026

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451 Chapter 451: North London Derby [GT - ] 2026-10-10
452 Chapter 452: Waiting To Be Unleashed [GT - ] 2026-10-10
453 Chapter 453: Colors Of London 2026-10-10
454 Chapter 454: First Steps. 2026-10-10
455 Chapter 455 Inked In Derby History 2026-10-10
456 Chapter 456: A Few Summers Ago 2026-10-10
457 Chapter 457: Workings Behind The Scenes.[GT Chapter] 2026-10-10
458 Chapter 458: The Crown 2026-10-10
459 Chapter 459: Champions League Nights 2026-10-10
460 Chapter 460: Media Attention 2026-10-10
461 Chapter 461: Preparations 2026-10-10
462 Chapter 462: Nights Like These 2026-10-10
463 Chapter 463 Ghost In Bergamo 2026-10-10
464 Chapter 464 Alien In The Making 2026-10-10
465 Chapter 465 Man Down 2026-10-10
466 Chapter 466: Lightning Start To The Second Half [GT ] 2026-10-10
467 Chapter 467 - 2 On The Night 2026-10-10
468 Chapter 468: The Debut Of A Villain 2026-10-10
469 Chapter 469: Eager For it 2026-10-10
470 Chapter 470: Result For The Weekend 2026-10-10
471 Chapter 471: Laugh Now, Cry Later [GT ] 2026-10-10
472 Chapter 472: The Machine And The Alchemist [GT ] 2026-10-10
473 Chapter 473 - 9 Minutes 2026-10-10
474 Chapter 474: Broken Anchor 2026-10-10
475 Chapter 475: Architect Of The Game 2026-10-10
476 Chapter 476: The Villain Of Manchester. 2026-10-10
477 Chapter 477: The Etihad Eulogy 2026-10-10
478 Chapter 478: Symphony In Red And White 2026-10-10
479 Chapter 479 - 30 Man Shortlist. 2026-10-10
480 Chapter 480: Worth Of His Football. 2026-10-10
481 Chapter 481: Whole Different Ballgame 2026-10-10
482 Chapter 482: The Stripes Or The Swoosh 2026-10-10
483 Chapter 483: Breakfasts To Boots 2026-10-10
484 Chapter 484: Handle Business. 2026-10-10
485 Chapter 485: Taming The Foxes [GT ] 2026-10-10
486 Chapter 486: Clash Of Plans 2026-10-10
487 Chapter 487: On My Terms. 2026-10-10
488 Chapter 488: Numbers. 2026-10-10
489 Chapter 489: Three Stripes On 2026-10-10
490 Chapter 490: Brewing Controversy. 2026-10-10
491 Chapter 491: CTRL 2026-10-10
492 Chapter 492: Headliner 2026-10-10
493 Chapter 493: Great Start [GT ] 2026-10-10
494 Chapter 494: Man With A Repertioire. 2026-10-10
495 Chapter 495: God Save Europe. [GT ] 2026-10-10
496 Chapter 496: The Next One 2026-10-10
497 Chapter 497: Dominion. 2026-10-10
498 Chapter 498: Denied Brilliance. 2026-10-10
499 Chapter 499: Just A Kid [ 500 Thanks to readers.] 2026-10-10
500 Chapter 500: Memeworthy 2026-10-10

Chapter 459: Champions League Nights

Izan leaned back against the couch and exhaled, thinking about the call with Miranda.

Another kind of battle would be ensuing soon and he was the prize.

”Nice- oof” Izan tried saying but Olivia jumped onto him, trying to enter the oversized hoodie too.

”Youʼre clingy,” Izan said looking at Olivia who had poked her head out, the latter staring back with a smile

”Ahh, but you love it,” she said as she pulled the hoodie over Izanʼs head, hers going into the hoodie which held Izanʼs head in place.

....

[2 days later]

The early morning light filtered through the blinds of Izanʼs apartment, a soft amber glow that gently nudged the world awake.

The city was still quiet, save for the soft hum of traffic below.

Izan squatted by the door, his gym bag slung over one shoulder, lacing up his sneakers.

Behind him, Olivia was finishing up with her things.

She moved around the apartment with a casual grace, putting a few things in her bag and adjusting the strap of her jacket.

When she noticed Izanʼs eyes on her, she grinned playfully.

”You know, if you keep staring at me, you might get late for training after you drop me off.”

Izan chuckled, nodding as he reached for the keys to the apartment.

”Iʼm not planning to?”

Olivia touched her chest, a surprised expression drawn on her face like she had been wronged but Izan didnʼt indulge her.

With a smirk, he opened the door and stepped into the hallway, gesturing for Olivia to follow.

”What a heartless boyfriend,” Olivia said as she followed.

”I canʼt help it. Those tricks donʼt work on me anymore.”

”Arrogant much?” she teased, walking out behind him.

They reached the car, a sleek black car, Mercedes this time, waiting in front of the apartment complex.

The driver, already in position, gave them a courteous nod as Izan opened the door, gesturing for Olivia to get in before he followed.

The car pulled away smoothly from the curb, its engine purring as they navigated the quiet streets of London.

Izan looked out the window, the early morning stillness stretching ahead.

His mind briefly wandered to the match—his first European match at the club level, his first real test in the Champions League.

Silence filled the car, most of the way to Kingʼs until the car pulled to a stop at the entrance.

Olivia opened the door to get out at first but then closed the door and sat back down.

”Why, missing me already?,” Izan said with a grin as he grabbed Oliviaʼs hand.

She just smiled at Izan and then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, a playful tap on his shoulder following that.

”Go get them,” she said before finally getting out.

⸻

Arriving at Colney felt like a step closer to what Izan had been working toward for years.

It was still early, but the atmosphere around the training complex was already electric, the air filled with the buzz of players arriving and the soft thrum of staff getting things ready.

Izan stepped out of the car and stretched, taking in the familiar scent of the fresh grass and the hint of morning dew.

The carʼs engine cut off behind him as he adjusted his bag and walked toward the entrance.

The first few players were already making their way to the field, chatting casually as they passed him.

Some waved, others gave him the nod of acknowledgment, but Izan was already moving into his own headspace.

Today was going to be intense. Arsenalʼs first Champions League match in the new format was just days away, and it would be his first taste of European football at the club level.

A few staff members greeted him as he passed, the occasional ”Good mornings” met with quiet nods and smiles from him.

As he entered the locker room, he was met by the familiar faces of his teammates. Bukayo Saka, as usual, was first to greet him.

”You ready for your first UCL game? Gonna be a fun one tonight,” Saka said with a grin, slinging an arm around his shoulder.

”Of course. Just another day,” Izan responded, keeping the tone casual as he slid into his seat and began changing into his training kit.

Saka raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

”I swear, youʼre the only one who can look like a robot and still play with so much heart.”

Izan smirked. ”Itʼs a gift.”

Their banter was interrupted by Mikel Arteta, who walked into the room with his usual calm but commanding presence.

The room quieted instantly as Arteta began giving instructions.

”Alright, lads. Big couple of days ahead of us. Weʼve got Atalanta coming up next and itʼs crucial we start this new UCL campaign with a win.”

”Everyone keep your heads in the game. This is the big leagues now,” Artetaʼs voice rang out as he paced back and forth in front of the players.

.....…

The sun was dipping lower by the time Izan stepped through the door of their apartment, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, hair damp from a post-training rinse.

His legs were still carrying a quiet buzz from the drills at Colney, but more than anything, he was ready to sink into the evening.

From the kitchen, the scent of something buttery hit his nose.

”Youʼre back,” Olivia called, voice warm as she peeked around the fridge door.

She was in one of his oversized hoodies again, socks sliding on the wood floor.

”Obviously,” he smirked, dropping his bag by the entrance.

”Miss me already?”

Olivia didnʼt answer with words. She walked up and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him with a soft squeeze that lingered.

”I hate training days sometimes. Feels like half the dayʼs gone without you.”

Izan ran his fingers through her hair, letting his lips brush the top of her head.

”Thatʼs because youʼre clingy.”

She looked up. ”You love it.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. ”I didnʼt say I didnʼt.”

They stayed there for a moment, wrapped in that quiet bubble of closeness, before Olivia finally let go—reluctantly—and padded back toward the stove.

”You hungry?”

”I could eat,” he replied, peeling off his hoodie as he followed her.

”But first I need to pack. We fly out in the morning.”

At that, Olivia paused, wooden spoon in hand. ”Morning?”

”Yeah, early. They want us in Bergamo by midday.”

”But you could do it after we eat,” Olivia said as she walked towards Izan.

”Nope. Youʼd want us to cuddle and kiss at that time” he said picking up the small bag he used for traveling.

Olivia rolled her eyes at his words before her brows knitted.

”Wait, three days?”

Izan nodded. ”Two nights. Back Friday night, latest.”

”No,” she said flatly, folding her arms like a stubborn kid.

”Nope. Thatʼs too long.”

He chuckled and leaned against the counter. ”Liv…”

”Iʼm serious,” she said, coming up to him again and gripping his arm.

”Youʼve been with me almost every day these past weeks. Now Iʼm supposed to just… lie on the couch and not go mad while youʼre out there, across a continent?”

He raised a brow. ”You could always come.”

”With what? The imaginary press pass Arsenal mailed you?” she shot back, then sighed and leaned into him, arms slipping around his waist again.

”I just got used to having you around, thatʼs all.”

Izan kissed the top of her head again, holding her tighter this time.

”Itʼs just 2 nights”

”I know,” she murmured, resting her chin on his chest. ”But Iʼm allowed to hate it, right?”

He nodded, brushing a finger beneath her jaw so sheʼd look up.

”Course you are. Iʼll FaceTime you the second we land.”

”You better,” she said, then narrowed her eyes. ”And no forgetting like last time. You owe me one missed call already.”

”Okay, okay,” he laughed. ”Let me go pack before you chain me to the counter.”

She let him go—but not without one final pull on his sleeve as he moved, and a look that clearly said Iʼm not done clinging yet.

Izan disappeared into the bedroom, dragging his suitcase out from the closet and methodically folding up the kit pieces heʼd laid aside after training.

From the hallway, he could still hear the faint clatter of Olivia finishing dinner and the TV murmuring something about Champions League coverage.

Once the suitcase was upright by the door, Izan went into the kitchen where the food was waiting—simple, warm, and filling.

Pasta tossed with garlic butter and grilled chicken, nothing fancy but exactly what he needed before a flight and team meal the next day.

They sat close at the small table, legs brushing beneath as they talked quietly between bites, about anything but football for once.

It wasnʼt until they were done and clearing plates that the silence crept in again.

”Iʼll miss you,” Olivia said softly, drying her hands on a towel.

Izan reached for her waist, pulling her in close with a faint smile.

”Iʼll miss you more.”

A/n; Sorry guys. Slept in. First of the day. Have fun reading.

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