And then, the fourth award.
The one that was never in doubt.
"With 9 goals, equaling Michel Platini's all-time record for most goals in a single Euros… the Golden Boot goes to—IZAN!"
The stadium detonated.
The Spanish players shoved him forward, slapping his back, pushing him toward the stage with laughter and disbelief still written across their faces.
"Go on, Pichichi!" Nico Williams grinned, practically launching Izan forward.
Izan exhaled, his breath still unsteady from everything that had just happened. His boots felt heavier than before, his body, drenched in sweat.
His heart pounded, not from exhaustion, but from the sheer reality of this moment.
The cameras zoomed in.
And then—
A figure stepped forward, a trophy in his hands.
Michel Platini.
A legend. A relic of history. A man whose record had stood untouched for four decades.
Until tonight.
For a moment, the two of them just stood there.
