SWDnovel Chapter 257: Five Finals[Introduction]
Chapter 257: Five Finals[Introduction]
Fweeeeee, Fweeeeeeeeeeeeee
The whistle blew, but nobody moved.
The players trudged toward the tunnel, heads lowered, bodies heavy, like condemned men walking toward their fate.
The crowd remained seated, staring blankly ahead as if afraid that standing would make it real.
Some buried their faces in scarves.
Some whispered curses at the wind.
Some simply sat there, unmoving, as the screen above the stadium showed what they all feared most:
Athletic Bilbao 2-0 Rayo Vallecano.
They weren’t just losing.
They were losing everything.
And yet—on the bench, amid the wreckage, amid the silent surrender of an entire stadium, there was one who did not move.
Izan.
He did not slump forward like the others.
He did not rub his face in frustration.
He did not break.
Instead, he sat still. His gaze locked onto the pitch; his fingers laced together.
Because while the Mestalla whispered of doom, while the ghosts of past failures wrapped their hands around the throats of those on the field, Izan knew something they did not.
This game.
This night.
This moment.
It would come to him.
[The Dressing Room – Halftime]
The air inside the Valencia dressing room was suffocating. Not with heat, not with sweat, but with something worse—defeat.
Some players slumped on the benches, heads buried in their hands. Others sat motionless, eyes staring at the floor as if
The number went up.
#25 – Fran Pérez OFF
#21 – Izan ON
A murmur in the crowd. A flicker of curiosity.
As he stepped onto the pitch, the camera caught his face.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Just fire.
He turned to the ball, his eyes scanning the field.
And as the game resumed, one thought burned in his mind.
This game belongs to me.
A/n: Wow. It’s been a while. Hope you guys are having fun while reading. So the end it her season approaches and Im excited to bring the Euro chapters. Keep on supporting the book with your Power stones, Golden tickets and Gifts as usual. Love you all and stick around. Byees