The noise hadn't stopped and murmurs overlapped like layers of static — journalists whispering not about PSV or Arsenal's shape, but about the boy now seated beside him.
Izan, calm, leaned forward slightly to adjust the mic, fingers steady as ever.
That's when the first voice finally broke through.
"Mikel—" A journalist from the Telegraph raised a hand.
"Given the… situation — the photo circulating this morning — are you confirming Izan will start tomorrow?"
The room fell still again, all ears waiting for anything that could get them clicks.
Like vultures waiting for the first hyena to die in a fight between two.
Arteta looked straight at the man.
"He's here," he said flatly.
"You've seen that. So yes—he's available."
"Even after—" another journalist jumped in, "—after what seems to be a medical facility? The rumours, the concerns—"
