Arteta held Izan's stare for a moment, then nodded once.
"Alright. I like the idea. But listen to me—don't force it. I don't want you thinking about drawing fouls more than creating chances. If the moment comes, take it. If it doesn't, recycle. Don't chase a red just because we want an extra man."
He stepped closer, voice lower now, addressing not just Izan but all of them.
"We don't have the luxury of depth anymore. You all know that. We can't afford another injury—not to you, not to anyone. So be sharp, be brave, but be smart. Win this with your heads as much as your legs."
He stepped back, gave a single clap, and looked around.
"This is a final. So play like you want that trophy on the bus after the match."
The Arsenal players roared in unison as Arteta nodded once and then stepped out. It was time for the second part of the Final act.
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