olney.
The car glided through the gates of London Colney, Arsenal's fortress of footballing excellence.
Izan sat back, staring through the tinted windows as the facility came into view.
Pristine pitches stretched into the distance. Buildings sleek, modern, and intimidating.
A new club. A new country. A new reality.
As the car came to a stop, Izan exhaled slowly. He'd done this before. But not like this.
The door opened, and he stepped out, instantly greeted by a crisp morning breeze.
A man was waiting for him—well-dressed, professional, with a practiced smile on his face.
"Izan, welcome. I'm Mark, player liaison. I'll be helping you settle in."
Izan gave a slight nod. "Appreciate it."
He didn't need a guide. He understood the process. But there was something about today—about Arsenal—that made everything feel heavier.
As they walked, the weight of his transfer followed him like a shadow. €125 million.
