God Of football

Chapter 484: Handle Business.

Izan rolled his eyes, but before he could reply, Ethan Nwaneri—who had joined the first-team training for this session—darted over.

Without missing a beat, Nwaneri grabbed Izan’s bag like it was some kind of treasure chest, cradling it as if it were the most valuable item in the room.

“Yo, what do you think you’re doing?” Izan shot a look of mock horror at the player.

“Just protecting your stuff,” Nwaneri replied, his grin wide, before spinning around dramatically.

“You never know who’s gonna try to steal it. I’m doing you a favor.”

The group burst into laughter, the energy light and carefree as they teased Izan like he’d been away for years rather than just a few days.

Izan couldn’t help but smile, his usual quiet confidence turning to a good-natured chuckle as he ruffled Nwaneri’s hair, causing a few of the players to question who the younger one was, but it still made for a good, extra laugh.

“Enough of the affection. You haven’t forgotten how to play after missing just one matchday, have you?” Saka said, throwing a little ball they play around with when in the locker room at Izan.

Izan drew his leg up sharply, catching the little ball on his thigh. “Well, let’s see if I still got it,” he added just as Arteta entered.

……..

Out on the grass, the session had wrapped, but the sweat was still fresh.

The sun was dipping behind the clouds above Colney, casting a mellow golden hue over the training pitches.

Saliba and Gabriel leaned forward with hands on knees, breathing heavy, drenched in sweat, and exchanging exhausted, half-impressed glances.

“Il se souvient,” Saliba muttered between gasps of breath, looking up toward the touchline where Izan now strolled off calmly, water bottle in hand.

“He remembers. I think he still remembers how to play.”

Gabriel nodded slowly, a grin stretching across his face despite the fatigue.

“You think? That kid… made us look like we were standing still. Again.”