God Of football Chapter 1007: Beyond Special!

"Indeed. That certainly requires a look, as it was neither a foul nor deserving of a red card," Drury commented while the referee approached the monitor.

He lingered, it seemed, for an extended period as the replays unfolded, beginning with Izan's challenge. From the primary camera angle, it appeared aggressive and reckless, but alternative views suggested a different narrative.

The leg was placed low and made clean contact, the ball was successfully won, and Kane's fall resulted from his own momentum carrying him beyond recovery, not the tackle itself.

There was no intent to harm, and minimal contact was made with the player.

With his judgment formed, the referee rose and returned to the field of play.

The Emirates stadium held its breath as the official made a call that could significantly impact the game for either side. Ultimately, the red card was dismissed.

A wave of relief washed over the stadium, erupting in noise, and Drury's voice overlaid the broadcast.

"The red card has been overturned. VAR has fulfilled its duty commendably tonight. It's a dead-ball situation for Arsenal, but Izan Fernandez remains on the pitch. And somehow, a feeling suggests this is a crucial detail."

On the field, Izan turned to the referee and offered a single thumbs-up. The referee responded with a brief nod before Izan turned back and advanced upfield to his original position.

Subsequently, the referee retrieved the ball and placed it before the Arsenal defense.

Saliba immediately moved to take possession, passing the drop ball back to Raya. The goalkeeper took two steps and launched it.

The ball soared into the Bayern half, and as expected, Izan was once again positioned perfectly to receive it.

With opponents surrounding him, clearing the ball was the logical move. However, instead of flicking it onward or kicking it away, he simply controlled it, cushioning the ball with his forehead so expertly that it rebounded directly back into the air, rather than traveling elsewhere.

The crowd at the Emirates was momentarily stunned, unsure of what they had just witnessed.

A collective murmur spread through the stadium, questioning whether it was intentional, but regardless, Izan had once again performed a moment of brilliance.

From the opposing team, Gnabry and Pavlovic immediately converged on him. The lesson had been learned that confronting him one at a time was an inefficient strategy.

They approached from both sides as the ball began its descent once more. In response, Izan simply spread his arms, grounded his feet firmly, and offered no purchase, leaving neither Gnabry nor Pavlovic able to dislodge him as the ball hit the ground.

"Ist er ein verdammter Felsen?" Gnabry grumbled, his attempt to overpower Izan proving futile. Izan, catching the German words, couldn't suppress a chuckle.

"Lacht er?" was Pavlovic's thought as the ball met the turf. The instant it touched the ground and began its ascent, Izan's boot met it.

He extended his leg, almost as if drawing the ball to his feet with magnetism, but the maneuver wasn't finished.

In the very same fluid motion, he slipped the ball through Pavlovic's legs, navigating the space between the German defensive midfielder's legs and making the gap appear larger than it truly was.

"Oh, a delightful touch and a nutmeg by Izan. His flair is simply unstoppable," Drury exclaimed as Gnabry lunged and grabbed his shirt.

Drury, observing from the commentary booth, immediately identified the perfect descriptor—

That was all.

Because that was precisely what transpired.

Gnabry's grip lasted only as long as it took Izan to shrug his shoulder; then it was broken, and Izan was gone, moving towards the Bayern goal with that characteristic low, urgent stride. It appeared unhurried, even while covering dangerous ground at speed.

The next obstacle was Laimer, advancing from left-back.

It was an audacious move, but perhaps slightly premature.

Izan's right foot nudged the ball delicately, a touch as light as a feather, yet sufficient to send it soaring over Laimer's outstretched leg. Izan glided past him, regaining control of the ball in less than a second.

The action was so swift and precise that Laimer witnessed nothing. For the rest of the stadium, however, it was as if Laimer had simply vanished, the play was that clear and straightforward.

And then, Izan didn't continue his run.

He stopped.

Or rather, he didn't truly stop, but his body shifted, altering its entire motion. The running form transformed into something else entirely. The Bayern defenders perceived this change and reacted, but their response lagged by a fraction of a second because the ball remained in a precarious, bouncing state.

On the subsequent touch, the ball ascended to an impossible height, and without hesitation, Izan's left foot connected with it.

The half-volley erupted from his boot, akin to a decision finalized even before the drop ball had initially occurred.

And Drury inhaled the sensation, taking it all in.

For a moment, the ball remained a straight projectile, a white blur hurtling towards the upper left corner. For a fleeting instant, the thought crossed that it would sail wide, defying the laws of physics, but then, at the very last second, it dipped.

Suddenly, with a savage change of trajectory as if it had reconsidered its path, the ball struck the underside of the crossbar with a resounding crack that echoed through the Emirates Stadium. It ricocheted off the post before crashing into the back of the net.

"IZANN! Oh — wow. OHHHHHH—" Drury exclaimed, exhaling deeply, his mind racing, for it was necessary.

"That is beyond extraordinary. It transcends the category of special; it is simply brilliant, and Arsenal fans are in a state of elation. Cherish every moment, Gunners, for Izan is a gift that continuously bestows its wonders."

The uproar at the Emirates had no upper limit; it was boundless.

It transformed into pure sound, immense and unending, a vibration resonating within the chests of the jubilant home crowd as the scoreboard illuminated:

Arsenal[2]:[1]Bayern

"It is accomplished. Izan has officially secured the record for the most goals in a calendar year, reaching ninety-two, and what a magnificent way to achieve it in the annals of football history."

Izan eventually halted his momentum near the advertising boards lining the pitch, but he didn't remain still for long. He leaped onto the boards, spreading his arms wide.

He allowed the overwhelming noise, the blinding lights, and the chorus of names being chanted from every section of the stadium to wash over him. He stood there, eyes closed, chest open, as if he had always known, and had known forever, that this precise moment was his destined place.