Five Finals [ Belter Protocol]

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.

"I'm hungry".

[Jk. Thought it would be funny]

. .

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The Mestalla was drowning in sorrow. Hope, fragile as glass, teetered on the edge of a cliff.

But then—Izan touched the ball.

A subtle weight shift. A glance forward.

Something changed.

The ball rolled to his feet, and suddenly, the world around him slowed.

Girona's midfielders collapsed inward, swarming, a red wall forming to smother him before he could even turn.

"He's boxed in!"