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Chapter 366: Pre-Season Fever [Normal Release] · Oct 10, 2026

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351 Chapter 351: Tour 2026-10-10
352 Chapter 352: First Day At Work[Golden Ticket] 2026-10-10
353 Chapter 353: First Session 2026-10-10
354 Chapter 354: First Session, Completed 2026-10-10
355 Chapter 355: Finding The Right Piece [Nameyelus Gifts too much] 2026-10-10
356 Chapter 356: Izan’s Tactics 2026-10-10
357 Chapter 357: Prelude to Pre-Season 2026-10-10
358 Chapter 358: Just 2 Days 2026-10-10
359 Chapter 359: Watching From Afar [Golden Gachapon: Pistacho031_3 ] 2026-10-10
360 Chapter 360 - 2 in 26 [Golden Gachapon: Pistacho031_3 ] 2026-10-10
361 Chapter 361: Ball And Banter [Golden Gachapon: Pistacho031_3 ] 2026-10-10
362 Chapter 362: Saved By PR [Pistacho031_3]] 2026-10-10
363 Chapter 363: Arsenal’s Newest Man [Pistacho031_3]] 2026-10-10
364 Chapter 364: Pending Start[Gachapon Bonus] 2026-10-10
365 Chapter 365: US Tour [Golden Gacha - ] 2026-10-10
366 Chapter 366: Pre-Season Fever [Normal Release] 2026-10-10
367 Chapter 367: It Is Time [Golden Gacha, Pistacho031_3] 2026-10-10
368 Chapter 368: A Real Red Devil [Golden Gacha Pistacho_031_3] 2026-10-10
369 Chapter 369: A New Menace [Normal Release] 2026-10-10
370 Chapter 370: Football At Its Finest[Golden Gacha - ] 2026-10-10
371 Chapter 371: The NBA [Golden Gacha - ] 2026-10-10
372 Chapter 372: The American Game. 2026-10-10
373 Chapter 373: Night In LA [Normal Release] 2026-10-10
374 Chapter 374: Early Lead [Golden Gacha] 2026-10-10
375 Chapter 375: Foot On The PitChapter [Golden Gacha. Pistacho031_3] 2026-10-10
376 Chapter 376: Goal In LA [Normal Release] 2026-10-10
377 Chapter 377: Relentless Leverkusen [Final Gacha - ] 2026-10-10
378 Chapter 378: First Start 2026-10-10
379 Chapter 379: Something Greater 2026-10-10
380 Chapter 380: Late Night Escapades 2026-10-10
381 Chapter 381: Clash Of Two Titans 2026-10-10
382 Chapter 382: Clash Of Two Titans: [2] 2026-10-10
383 Chapter 383: War In A Coliseum 2026-10-10
384 Chapter 384: Brilliance Under The Lights 2026-10-10
385 Chapter 385: Egyptian Magic 2026-10-10
386 Chapter 386: Little Conductor 2026-10-10
387 Chapter 387: Halfway There 2026-10-10
388 Chapter 388: Halftime Antics 2026-10-10
389 Chapter 389: Troll 2026-10-10
390 Chapter 390: Against the Best [Golden Ticket] 2026-10-10
391 Chapter 391: Something Special 2026-10-10
392 Chapter 392: Pre-Season Conference 2026-10-10
393 Chapter 393: Unexpected(Golden Ticket) 2026-10-10
394 Chapter 394: Unspoken Words. 2026-10-10
395 Chapter 395: A World Of Their Own 2026-10-10
396 Chapter 396: League Preparations 2026-10-10
397 Chapter 397: Life At Colney 2026-10-10
398 Chapter 398: Whispers Of Fame 2026-10-10
399 Chapter 399: Moments Between Whistles 2026-10-10
400 Chapter 400: The Premier League 2026-10-10

Chapter 366: Pre-Season Fever [Normal Release]

A preseason match against Manchester United meant headlines, no matter the stakes.

Even if it was just another friendly, the fans would turn it into something bigger.

Across the aisle, Gabriel Jesus, who had been half-listening, suddenly perked up.

”You think Erik ten Hag is sweating yet?” he joked.

Saka smirked. ”Probably writing a whole tactical analysis for a preseason game.”

Izan chuckled, shaking his head as the conversation continued.

Outside the window, the sun was beginning to set against the clouds.

A few more hours, and theyʼd be in the U.S.

......

The long flight finally touched down in Los Angeles, the first stop of Arsenalʼs preseason tour.

As the players stepped off the plane, the warm Californian air hit them immediately. Even though it was late evening, the temperature was nothing like London.

”Damn,” Reiss Nelson muttered, stretching as he walked onto the jet bridge. ”Itʼs like stepping into an oven.”

Ben White gave him a blank look. ”Youʼve never been here?”

”Course I have, but itʼs still mad.”

Izan adjusted his hoodie and followed the rest of the team through the airport.

Security and club staff moved quickly, guiding them through private exits to avoid the crowd waiting outside.

Even though it was just a preseason tour, Arsenalʼs fanbase in the U.S. was huge.

Through the glass doors, hundreds of fans were already gathered, holding up scarves, jerseys, and even signs with his name on them.

”Yo, Izan!” Martinelli nudged him, pointing at a sign that read: IZAN, CAN I HAVE YOUR SHIRT?

Izan smirked. ”You want me to hand it over right here?”

Martinelli laughed. ”Better than me. I saw a guy with a sign that says, ʼGabi, sign my forehead.ʼ”

Saka, overhearing, cracked up. ”Do it. Imagine the pictures.”

Security led them outside, where they waved and signed a few things quickly before boarding the team bus.

Izan didnʼt mind the fans, but the exhaustion from travel was setting in.

Jet lag was real, and their first training session was in less than 24 hours.

As they sat down, Declan Rice tapped Izanʼs shoulder.

”Feeling the time difference yet?”

Izan sighed. ”I already wanna sleep.”

Rice chuckled. ”Welcome to preseason, mate.”

The team was staying at a high-end hotel in Beverly Hills and as expected, their arrival didnʼt go unnoticed—reporters and fans had already gathered outside.

Izan barely had time to put his bags down before he was sent off for media duties with a few other players.

The club had organized a quick welcome video for social media.

”First time in the U.S.?” a staff member asked, holding up a camera.

Izan shook his head. ”Nah, but first time here as a player.”

”What are you looking forward to most?”

He thought for a second. ”The games. But also the food. And the fans. The energy hereʼs different.”

After a few more clips, they were finally free. Izan headed up to his room, crashing onto the bed with a groan. The moment his head hit the pillow, his phone buzzed.

Miranda.

Miranda: You landed?

Izan: Yeah. Jet lag already kicking in.

Miranda: Get used to it. Youʼve got a whole tour ahead.

Miranda: Also, STAY MARKETABLE.

Miranda: You havenʼt posted anything since arriving.

Izan: I literally just got here.

Miranda: Exactly. Start strong.

Izan rolled his eyes, but he did open Instagram. 15.7 million followers now. His numbers kept climbing after the Euros.

He scrolled for a bit before finally taking a quick picture from his hotel window—the LA skyline at night, captioned simply:

”Preseason.”

Satisfied, he tossed his phone aside and let sleep take over.

Tomorrow, the preseason tour really began.

.....

Izan woke up groggily to the sound of his alarm blaring at 7 AM.

He squinted at the screen before realizing it wasnʼt his alarm—it was Saka, calling him.

He answered with a groan. ”What?”

Sakaʼs laugh came through the phone. ”Jet lag got you, huh?”

Izan sat up, rubbing his face. ”Bro, what do you want?”

”Weʼre heading down for breakfast. You better not be late, or Artetaʼs gonna start talking about ʼnon-negotiablesʼ again.”

Izan sighed but got up. Preseason was all about rhythm—training, eating, recovery.

He showered quickly, threw on his training gear, and headed downstairs. The hotelʼs private dining area was filled with the squad.

Some were already eating, others were half-asleep, and a few—like Martinelli—were way too awake for this hour.

”Morning, superstar,” Martinelli grinned as Izan sat down. ”Howʼs the jet lag?”

”Terrible,” Izan muttered, grabbing some eggs and toast.

Declan Rice sat across from him, scrolling through his phone. ”You see what the fans are saying?”

Izan raised an eyebrow. ”About what?”

Rice turned his phone, showing a tweet:

”Arsenal landed in LA last night. Canʼt wait for our first game—also, why does Izan look like heʼs questioning life in that airport video?”

Izan laughed. ”That was the moment I realized we still had training today.”

The table chuckled, but their conversation was cut short as Arteta walked in.

”All right, guys,” he called, clapping his hands. ”Enjoy your food, because we have a long day ahead.”

The players quieted down after that and focused on keeping their heads out of their meals as some were still dozing off.

Instead of their usual training ground, Arteta took them to Griffith Park for a morning session.

The idea was to get moving, shake off the jet lag, and adjust to the time difference.

The warm-up started simple—short jogs, stretches, light ball work—but it quickly turned into something else.

”Small-sided games,” Arteta announced. ”3v3, tight spaces. I want intensity.”

Izan was paired with Trossard and Tomiyasu, going up against Havertz, Nwaneri, and Kiwior.

The ball rolled, and immediately, the chaos started.

Havertz nutmegged Tomiyasu straight away. ”Oops,” he grinned.

”Oi,” Tomiyasu groaned. ”No need for that.”

Izan, determined not to be shown up, pressed high, stealing the ball from Nwaneri before flicking it past Kiwior and scoring.

”Too easy,” Izan smirked.

”Letʼs see you do it again,” Kiwior challenged.

The games went on, the competition fierce, but Arteta didnʼt let them go full intensity for long.

After an hour, they wrapped up and headed back to the hotel for recovery.

Back at the hotel, some players hit the ice baths, while others got massages.

Izan, though, was once again pulled for more media duties—a sit-down interview for Arsenalʼs social channels.

The interviewer smiled. ”So, first preseason tour with Arsenal. Howʼs it going so far?”

”Good,” Izan nodded. ”Jet lag is real, though.”

”Excited for the matches?”

”Of course,” he said. ”Weʼre playing against strong teams. Itʼs good preparation for the season.”

The interviewer smiled. ”Lastly, fans want to know—when are we getting an Izan masterclass?”

Izan laughed. ”Whenever I get on the pitch.”

The interview wrapped up, and as soon as he was free, Izan flopped onto a couch in the playersʼ lounge, exhausted.

Saka and Martinelli sat nearby, scrolling through their phones.

”Yo, Izan,” Saka said. ”You see this?”

He turned his phone, showing a video of Arsenal fans outside their hotel, chanting his name.

Izan shook his head, smiling. Preseason had barely started, and the hype was already there.

Tomorrow, the real games began.

...…..

The buzz around Arsenal vs. Manchester United in New York was unreal.

Even though it was just a preseason game, the stadium was packed with both English and American fans, the rivalry stretching across continents.

Izan, however, was on the bench—again.

As the players warmed up, he stood near the touchline, rolling his shoulders, stretching his legs, feeling that familiar itch to play.

”Youʼre looking ready,” Declan Rice smirked as he passed by.

”I am ready,” Izan muttered, bouncing on his toes.

Arteta had called this game a ”step-up in intensity,” and for Izan, that only made him want to prove himself even more.

But once again, he wasnʼt in the starting lineup. As soon as the lineup was released, social media exploded.

@ManUnitedFan98: ”Izan begging Arteta to keep him on the bench because he knows Casemiro would fold him in half.”

@RedDevilForever: ”Arsenalʼs most prized possession and heʼs hiding. Arteta is hiding him. Iʼd be scared too.”

@FootballTalkUK: ”Interesting that Izan still hasnʼt played a single minute since preseason started. Arsenal fans, thoughts?”

The Arsenal fans however didnʼt take too kindly to their criticism.

@Gooner4Life: ”The way United fans are acting like preseason means anything LMAO. You lot are treating this like a Champions League final.”

@AFC_Tactics: ”Arteta is literally easing him in. Some of you need to touch grass.”

@IzanFC: ”Yʼall wanted him to start against Leyton Orient too. Let the guy breathe.”

Sitting on the bench as the game kicked off, Izan glanced at his phone one last time before putting it away.

”Anything good?” Martinelli asked, leaning over.

”United fans think I begged Arteta not to play,” Izan smirked.

Martinelli snorted. ”Yeah, because you seem like the type to not want to play.”

Izan just shook his head, leaning back as the game started under the lights of MetLife Stadium.

He wasnʼt on the pitch yet, but he could feel it—it was only a matter of time before he made a mark.

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