Chapter 107: They Won't Know What Hit Them

The house was quiet as Izan sat in his room, the glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls. His boots were on the floor, fresh out of the box Adidas sent him.

Their gleaming surfaces were a reminder of the challenge that lay awaiting him. On his desk lay a notepad filled with sketches of plays and tactical notes he had scribbled this past week.

Izan lay on his bed thinking about the match. Sunday was fast approaching and Izan couldn't help but feel excited.

"I would like to see his face after the match" Izan uttered on his bed as he thought about Carlos. The Pundit who had been underestimating him on the Laliga Analyst show the previous day.

Izan pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled through a mix of headlines and fan comments about him.

"Izan Hernandez: Valencia's Wonderkid or Media Hype?"

"15-Year-Old Prodigy Faces Another Test Against Bilbao"

"Izan Hernandez: People aren't convinced"