INT. ARSENAL – EXECUTIVE MEETING ROOM, LONDON COLNEY – MID-MORNING
The room wasn't tense.
Not at first.
It was quiet in the way early meetings always were—mugs half-full, sleeves rolled just past the wrist, everyone trying to ease into a rhythm.
The kind of meeting where things usually start with gate revenue and end with someone mentioning training ground landscaping.
But not this time.
The conversation had wandered, then circled, then fully landed on one thing: Izan.
The club's Managing President sat at the head of the glass-and-stone table, listening as numbers and praise drifted around the room—not in bullet points, but in the kind of language people use when they're still trying to wrap their heads around what's actually happening.
"He hasn't just elevated the team," said Simon, the commercial director, looking around as if asking someone to challenge him.
