God Of football-Chapter 403: "Izan", Welcome To The Premier League.

The game had settled into a rhythm now, with Arsenal starting to assert themselves more in the final third.

Wolves, having weathered the early pressure, now found themselves on the back foot, trying to maintain their defensive shape against a relentless Arsenal side.

As the clock ticked past the 30th minute, Izan, still relatively quiet, started to show flashes of the player everyone had been waiting for.

He drifted across the midfield, constantly moving to make himself available.

Arsenal's passing game began to flow more fluidly through him as he started to pull Wolves apart with intelligent movement.

"You can see Izan starting to grow into the game now," Guy Mowbray noted, his voice rising slightly with excitement.

"The teenager has shown flashes of brilliance so far, but now he's really coming alive. He's starting to dictate the tempo for Arsenal."

It was a subtle shift, but it was enough to rattle Wolves.

Izan dropped deeper, asking for the ball from Ramsdale, who had been calm in possession all match.

With one swift touch, he controlled the pass, turned, and immediately began probing Wolves' midfield.

Saka made a darting run down the right, but Izan wasn't rushing.

He took his time surveying the field, waiting for the right moment to release the ball.

Wolves attempted to press, sending Neves and Gomes forward to close him down, but Izan was too calm, too composed.

With a slight feint, he glided past Neves and clipped a pass through to Ødegaard, who was instantly in sync with Izan's movement.

The ball was returned to him with precision, and just like that, Izan was back on the move.

"This is what you want to see from Izan. Patient, calculated, and now the Wolves defenders have to chase shadows," Mowbray added, clearly impressed by the teenager's awareness.

Arsenal were now fully in control, their rhythm flowing through the midfield like clockwork.

Izan pushed forward, his eyes locked on the Wolves' penalty area. He could feel the game opening up in front of him.

Saka and Ødegaard exchanged passes with him, a beautiful give-and-go that sliced through the Wolves' defensive line.

As Izan entered the box, he was confronted by Max Kilman, who quickly closed the space, trying to intercept.

The defender lunged at him, but Izan saw it coming. With a quick sidestep, he easily evaded Kilman's challenge, leaving the defender off balance.

But as Izan took that final touch into the penalty area, Kilman made one last desperate attempt, his foot clipping Izan's ankle and sending him tumbling forward.

The referee's whistle cut through the noise of the crowd.

"And there it is! A clear penalty to Arsenal!" Mowbray exclaimed.

"Izan has been a constant threat, and now he's earned a penalty after a brilliant piece of dribbling. Wolves' resistance finally breaking under pressure."

The Emirates erupted as Izan slowly got to his feet. He didn't rush. There was no need for theatrics — the penalty was obvious.

He glanced at the referee, who pointed firmly to the spot, before turning to the crowd that was now on its feet.

"This is where the game could change, and it's been Izan who's made it happen in these final moments," Mowbray continued, his voice full of admiration.

"He's been growing into this match, and now he has the chance to put Arsenal ahead before the break. What a performance from the young man."

Izan stood tall, his eyes focused, his hands on his hips, taking in the gravity of the moment.

His teammates gathered around, their words of encouragement lost in the sea of noise from the stands.

Saka, always the smiley optimist, clapped him on the back, the two sharing a quick word before the ball was placed on the spot.

As the fans' chants echoed through the Emirates, the camera zoomed in on Izan, who took one last look at the goal.

The Wolves players were visibly frustrated; their efforts to stop the flow of the game now unraveled by the young midfielder's persistence.

The penalty was just a culmination of everything that had led up to this moment.

"A real statement from Izan. He's been Arsenal's most dangerous player, and now he has the chance to reward his team," Mowbray concluded, building the suspense as the young midfielder stepped up to take the spot-kick.

The crowd's energy was electric, their voices rising as they awaited the outcome of the penalty. The ball was ready, and all eyes were on Izan.

As Izan stood over the ball, ready to take the penalty, his eyes locked onto José Sá, the Wolves goalkeeper, who was crouched low in the goal, trying to get inside his head.

Sá's gaze was intense, his body language aggressive, as if daring Izan to make a mistake.

He bounced on his feet, shifting from side to side, trying to unsettle the young midfielder.

Izan, however, remained calm.

[Focus Lv 2 Activated], Izan's system chimed.

The trait immediately took effect, with the noise from the Emirates fading into the background as he focused solely on Sá.

He gave the goalkeeper a small smile, one that seemed almost too relaxed for the situation.

Then, in a moment of subtle gamesmanship, Izan lifted his right hand slightly, pointing off to the left of Sá's goal, as if to suggest that's where he was aiming.

He didn't break his gaze, his smile never faltering. The move was a clear retort to the rattle attempt by Jose Sa.

It was as though he was daring the Wolves goalkeeper to move before the kick.

Sá's eyes narrowed, trying to read him, but the young Arsenal star's demeanor was unwavering, a calm before the storm.

The tension was palpable in the air, but Izan was unbothered, knowing exactly what he was about to do.

"He's not flinching," Guy Mowbray's voice echoed across the stadium.

"José Sá, trying to get into his head, but Izan's staying cool, calm, and collected. He's got the smile of someone who knows exactly what he's doing."

Izan, still smiling, took one final glance at the goal before stepping back, steadying himself.

The Emirates held its breath as both the young attacker and the veteran goalkeeper were locked in a silent stare-down, each trying to outwit the other.

"How was that a penalty?" the Wolves players argued, still trying to make sense of the decision.

The tension was palpable as they huddled together, but the Arsenal players weren't backing down, stepping forward in support of the call.

The referee, sensing the growing friction, intervened immediately. He made his way to the edge of the penalty area, his whistle cutting through the air as he signaled for the Wolves players to step back.

His authoritative presence quickly restored order, ensuring that the players remained outside the box until the penalty was taken.

His whistle cut through the stadium air as he signaled that Izan could proceed.

The tension was now at its peak.

Izan's posture was calm, but the moment the referee's whistle sounded, everything changed.

In one fluid motion, Izan approached the ball with a controlled intensity, his eyes never leaving José Sá.

The air seemed to thicken around him, the stadium holding its breath as he planted his foot.

It looked as though he was preparing to rifle the ball into the bottom corner with unrelenting power.

Sá, reading the moment, dove to his left with anticipation, arms outstretched, ready to block the inevitable strike.

But Izan had other plans. The moment his foot connected with the ball, there was no thundering strike.

Instead, he caressed it with a gentle lift, the ball soaring delicately into the air.

A slight arch, just enough to evade the outstretched hand of Sá, whose dive had already committed him to the wrong direction.

The ball hung there, floating, defying expectations, before gently dropping into the net.

The stadium held its breath, then collectively exhaled with astonishment.

A stunned silence was followed by an eruption of noise.

Arsenal fans rose from their seats, hands clasped over their mouths, their disbelief turning into wild celebration.

What had they just witnessed? A panenka, a move often seen as a daring gamble, but one that, in this moment, looked effortlessly executed.

The Emirates, now awash in a sea of cheers, had come alive. Some fans stood with their mouths agape, others waving scarves in pure jubilation, unable to believe what they had just seen.

The young star had not only taken a penalty but had turned it into a statement, a moment that would define his debut.

"Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable!" Guy Mowbray's voice broke the silence, filled with awe.

"Izan, in his very first Premier League game, steps up with a panenka so calm, so composed, you'd think he'd been playing at this level for years. No power, just pure cheek.

And it's paid off! José Sá, expecting a thunderous strike, is left with nothing but a look of disbelief as the ball floats past him and into the net!"

Mowbray's voice, now tinged with admiration, carried the weight of what had just unfolded. "What a penalty! And I'm not just talking about the technique — that was a masterclass in confidence. Izan has announced himself in the Premier League, and how.

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A panenka like that, under pressure, with everything on the line — that is not just skill. That is the mindset of a player who knows exactly what he's doing. This moment, this goal will be talked about for seasons to come. His debut is nothing short of sensational!"

Izan walked away from the spot with his arms raised in quiet celebration, his grin wide, almost playful.

He had made his mark. A goal in his first Premier League match, yes, but the way he had scored it — with that touch of audacity, that flair — made the moment even more unforgettable.

"Welcome to the Premier League, Izan," Mowbray concluded, his voice brimming with respect.

"What a way to announce yourself. A debut to remember. Welcome to the Premier League, young man."

The crowd continued to roar, the power of Izan's first goal resonating through the stands as Arsenal took the lead.

a/n; Second of the day. Have fun reading.