Capítulo 14: 14. Attention From Arsene Wenger
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Leaving the stadium that day, Francesco felt a surge of excitement for what lay ahead. He was ready to face the future, with a newfound determination and a heart full of ambition.
The following morning, the aftermath of Francesco's performance on the field was already creating ripples through Arsenal's fan community. News of his stunning hat trick and one assist against Manchester United's U18 team had started to circulate on social media and through dedicated fan forums. Although it wasn't yet grabbing major headlines amidst the bustle of Premier League action, the Arsenal faithful were buzzing about the potential young star in their academy ranks. Excited comments from fans speculated about his future, and a few news outlets took note, albeit in small columns.
Meanwhile, in his office, Arsène Wenger sat at his desk, sifting through the latest match reports and player performance updates. Arsenal was in the middle of a challenging season, one plagued by a series of unfortunate injuries to several key players. Strikers, in particular, were a major concern, with the team struggling to find someone who could consistently score. Wenger knew they needed to bring in someone capable of stepping up and delivering results—someone who could convert chances reliably and inject energy into their attack.
He leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples as he pondered the options available. The transfer window wouldn't open for a while, and most of the talented young prospects were still too raw to take on the challenge of Premier League-level football. Just as he was considering their slim roster options, his eyes caught a notification on his computer screen: an internal report from Arsenal's U18 team detailing their recent match against Manchester United.
As Wenger read through the report, his interest piqued when he saw Francesco's name pop up multiple times, along with the impressive summary of his three goals and an assist. The report detailed how Francesco had been switched to the striker position in the second half and had almost single-handedly led the team to victory. Wenger's intrigue grew as he scanned further, noting the praise for Francesco's positioning, agility, and tactical awareness.
"Three goals and an assist against United," Wenger muttered to himself. He hadn't followed Francesco closely, as the young talent was still relatively new to the team. But this performance seemed special enough to warrant attention. Intrigued, Wenger decided he needed more insight into this player. He reached for his phone and dialed Coach Smith's number.
"Coach Smith," Wenger greeted him once he picked up. "I've been going over yesterday's U18 match report, and it seems one of your players had quite a game—Francesco, is it?"
"Yes, that's right, sir," Coach Smith replied. "Francesco really gave it his all. He's been working hard, and yesterday he showed what he's capable of."
"I'd like to know more about him," Wenger continued. "Could you come by my office to discuss his background and potential? I'm particularly interested in his age and positional strengths."
"Of course, sir. I'll be there shortly," Coach Smith replied, already preparing his notes for the conversation.
Coach Smith arrived at Wenger's office a short while later, carrying a file with Francesco's details. Wenger gestured for him to sit as he leaned forward, eager to learn more.
"So, tell me about Francesco. How old is he?" Wenger asked, a keen look in his eyes.
Coach Smith opened his file. "Francesco is fifteen, sir, but he'll turn sixteen on the 25th of November. Despite his age, he's shown remarkable maturity on the field. He's been with us for some time now and has proven himself in different positions."
"Fifteen…" Wenger mused. "Yet he managed to take on United's defense with confidence."
Coach Smith nodded. "That's right. In fact, he's highly adaptable. While he's trained primarily as a midfielder, with an emphasis on playmaking, he's shown a natural instinct as a striker. Yesterday, when we moved him to the front, he didn't just score—he controlled the flow of the game from the top. He has excellent footwork, tactical awareness, and a surprising calmness in front of the goal."
Wenger considered this, already picturing Francesco's role in the team. "And you believe he could handle the responsibilities of a striker?"
"Yes, sir. His versatility is one of his strengths. As a striker, he has a knack for positioning and timing his runs to stay one step ahead of defenders. He also understands when to fall back and support the midfield when needed. His main strength as a midfielder lies in his playmaking, which allows him to create opportunities for others as well."
Wenger leaned back, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on his desk. "It sounds like he's the type of player who could adapt to our current needs. We're facing a difficult time with injuries, and we lack a consistent goal-scorer. From what you're telling me, Francesco has the attributes we're looking for. But at fifteen… is he mentally prepared for the potential pressure?"
Coach Smith smiled. "Francesco has a strong head on his shoulders. He's dedicated, coachable, and he learns from every experience on the field. While he's young, he's not easily rattled by pressure. In fact, I believe he thrives on it. Yesterday, he handled United's defenders with composure, and he never looked intimidated."
Wenger's mind was already racing with possibilities. He needed a player who could consistently score, and Francesco's recent performance suggested he had the potential to fill that gap, even if only on a provisional basis.
"All right," Wenger said, his decision solidifying. "I'd like to bring Francesco into first-team training for observation. We'll assess his stamina, his focus under pressure, and how he responds to a higher level of physicality. If he shows the right mentality, we might consider him for match play, even if it's just as a substitute."
Coach Smith nodded, clearly pleased with Wenger's decision. "I'm confident Francesco will rise to the occasion, sir. He's the kind of player who gives his all no matter the stakes."
Wenger smiled, a hint of excitement in his eyes. "Thank you, Coach Smith. Keep me updated on his development and let him know he'll be joining first-team training. I want to see if he's truly ready for this next step."
As Coach Smith left the office, Wenger's mind lingered on the possibilities Francesco's talent could bring to the squad. He knew it was a gamble; Francesco was still young, and this was an ambitious leap for a player of his age. But Wenger had a gut feeling—one that had rarely let him down in his career. He sensed something special in this young player, a spark that could add a new dimension to Arsenal's game.
When Coach Smith informed Francesco of the decision later that day, Francesco was momentarily speechless. The opportunity to train with the first team was something he had only dreamed of. Yet, here it was—his chance to prove himself at the highest level.
"Coach, I… thank you," Francesco finally managed, his eyes shining with determination.
Coach Smith gave him a supportive nod. "You've earned this, Francesco. But remember, this is just the beginning. Keep pushing yourself, stay humble, and show them what you're made of."
As Francesco prepared himself for the challenges ahead, he knew this was a pivotal moment. His performance had caught the attention of one of football's legendary managers, and he intended to make the most of it. With unwavering resolve, he promised himself that he would train harder than ever, prove his worth, and make Arsenal proud.
Coach Smith watched as the determination on Francesco's face shifted into excitement, the young player's eyes gleaming with possibility. Taking a step closer, Coach Smith spoke with an encouraging tone, "This is a rare opportunity, Francesco. Arsène Wenger doesn't often call up players your age to first-team training. It's a chance for you to show him what you're truly capable of, to make a real impression."
Francesco nodded, barely able to contain his excitement, but Coach Smith's words grounded him. This wasn't just an opportunity; it was a test of his commitment, of his ability to rise to the challenge Wenger was setting for him.
Coach Smith continued, "Now, understand that impressing Wenger is no small task. He's a manager with high expectations, and he sees potential in you. If you play your cards right, and if he sees you're serious about this, there's a chance he might consider you for a debut—maybe not right away, but when you turn sixteen, that could be your moment. But only if you prove to him that you're ready."
A mixture of excitement and determination filled Francesco's expression as he absorbed Coach Smith's words. The thought of making his debut in Arsenal's first team was exhilarating, something he'd always dreamed about but never imagined could come so soon.
"Thank you, Coach. I'll give it everything I've got," Francesco replied, his voice steady and full of conviction.
Coach Smith gave him a firm nod of approval. "I believe you will. Now, you should know, tomorrow marks the beginning of a one-week trial with the first team. You'll be training alongside some of the most experienced players in the league. It's going to be intense, so make sure you're fully prepared. Get a good night's rest, eat well, and come with the mindset to push yourself beyond what you think you can do."
Francesco's mind was already racing with plans for how he'd prepare. Every moment in training would be crucial; he wanted to prove that he was ready to step up to the challenge.
Coach Smith placed a reassuring hand on Francesco's shoulder. "You've got the talent and the work ethic. Now it's time to show everyone else what you're made of. Good luck, Francesco. I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines."
With a final nod, Coach Smith said his goodbyes and headed off, leaving Francesco alone with the reality of what was about to unfold. The young player stood in the emptying field for a moment, letting the magnitude of the news sink in. Then, as if jolted by excitement, he grabbed his bicycle and started pedaling home, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and joy.
On his way home, Francesco could hardly contain his excitement. He envisioned the look on his parents' faces when he told them the news, especially his mother, Sarah, who would be the first to hear it. His father, Mike, would still be at work, but Francesco knew his mom's pride and excitement would be enough for both of them.
As he reached the front door, Francesco jumped off his bike, nearly tripping in his eagerness to get inside. He threw the door open and burst into the kitchen, where his mom was busy preparing dinner.
"Mom!" he called out, unable to hold back his excitement.
Sarah turned, immediately noticing the excitement radiating from her son. "What is it, sweetheart?" she asked, a warm smile on her face.
Francesco took a deep breath, barely able to keep the grin off his face. "Coach Smith told me today—I'm going to be training with Arsenal's first team starting tomorrow!"
Sarah's eyes widened, and she clasped her hands over her mouth in astonishment. "Francesco, that's incredible!" She rushed over to embrace him, pride evident in her eyes. "Oh, honey, I knew you'd make it. You've worked so hard, and now it's finally paying off."
Francesco hugged her back tightly, feeling a surge of gratitude for all the support she'd given him. "Coach Smith said it's a chance to impress Arsène Wenger himself, and if I do well… there's a chance I might even make my debut when I turn sixteen!"
Sarah pulled back, looking into his eyes with a mixture of pride and a mother's love. "We're so proud of you, Francesco. You've put in the work, and you're proving to everyone what we already knew—you're meant for this."
They spent the rest of the evening discussing the details of the upcoming training, Sarah already thinking of ways to make sure Francesco was well-fed and rested for the week ahead. When Mike returned home, Francesco shared the news again, receiving another congratulatory hug and words of encouragement from his father.
That night, as Francesco lay in bed, he couldn't help but think about the journey that lay ahead. Tomorrow, he would be stepping into a whole new world, one filled with challenges but also opportunities to learn and grow. With a heart full of anticipation and determination, he drifted off to sleep, ready to embrace the adventure that awaited him on the training grounds of Arsenal's first team.
The next morning, Francesco woke up before his alarm, his excitement too strong to let him sleep in. He quickly took a shower, brushed his teeth, and sat down to a breakfast prepared by his mom, who had woken up early to make sure he was well-fed for the big day.
"Remember to stay calm and focused," Sarah reminded him as he ate, her voice warm with pride. "You've earned this opportunity. Just be yourself and give it your best."
Francesco nodded, grateful for her support. "Thanks, Mom. I'll make you proud."
With that, he grabbed his bag, hopped on his bicycle, and headed toward the Arsenal training grounds. The cool morning air brushed against his face, heightening his anticipation. As he arrived at the training facility, he spotted one of Arsenal's assistant coaches, who was waiting for him outside the main entrance.
"Good morning, Francesco," the assistant coach greeted him with a smile. "Ready for your first day?"
"Yes, sir!" Francesco replied enthusiastically, his eyes shining with excitement.
The assistant coach motioned for him to follow. They walked through the corridors lined with Arsenal's rich history—photos of legends, trophies, and team accomplishments decorating the walls. It was a reminder of the high expectations that came with wearing the Arsenal badge.
Soon, they arrived at the locker room, where Francesco was given his training kit. As he changed, he couldn't help but take in his surroundings, a sense of awe washing over him. The locker room was buzzing with energy as players from Arsenal's first team prepared for training. Francesco's heart skipped a beat when he saw familiar faces—Mesut Özil, Alexis Sánchez, Jack Wilshere, Olivier Giroud, and Per Mertesacker, the team captain, were all getting ready alongside others from the squad.
The assistant coach gave Francesco a reassuring pat on the back before leaving him in the care of Per Mertesacker, who was adjusting his shin guards nearby. Noticing Francesco, the towering German captain walked over, offering a friendly smile.
"Francesco, right?" Per greeted him warmly, extending a hand. "Welcome to the first team. It's good to have you here."
Francesco shook his hand, feeling the strength and authority that Per carried as the team's captain. "Thank you, Mr. Mertesacker. It's an honor."
"Just Per," he replied with a chuckle. "No need for formalities. Here, let me introduce you to the lads."
Per turned to the group, gathering their attention with his deep, commanding voice. "Everyone, meet Francesco. He's one of our promising young talents from the academy, and he'll be joining us for training this week. Let's make sure he feels welcome."
The players looked over, offering Francesco nods and encouraging smiles. Mesut Özil, known for his playmaking genius, was one of the first to approach.
"Welcome, Francesco. I heard about your match against United. That was impressive," Özil said with a nod of approval.
Francesco felt a surge of pride but kept his response humble. "Thank you, Mr. Özil. It was a great team effort."
Jack Wilshere came over next, clapping Francesco on the shoulder. "Don't worry about the 'Mr.' stuff, mate. We're all here to help each other improve. Just play your game, and you'll be fine."
The rest of the players echoed similar sentiments, each one giving Francesco a word of encouragement or a friendly pat on the back. Olivier Giroud, with his usual playful grin, added, "And if you need any tips on scoring, I'm your man. Just try to keep up, alright?"
Francesco laughed, feeling a little more at ease as the players welcomed him with open arms. They were stars in his eyes, but their warmth and camaraderie reminded him that they were teammates, here to support one another.
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Name : Francesco Lee
Age : 15 (2014)
Birthplace : London, England
Football Club : Arsenal U18 Team
Championship History : None
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