[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-104":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","FORESIGHT",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1847702,2452,"Chapter 104 104: FA Cup Final 3","foresight-chapter-104",104,"\u003Cp>\"I... need some support.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tevez muttered in frustration toward David Silva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was unhappy with his performance in the first half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Kai's relentless marking, his stats were a complete mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't expected this kid to improve so much in just half a season.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Silva didn't even look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, this was something Tevez needed to sort out for himself. If a striker starts whining for help after getting ball service and can't break through, that's on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Defensively, that's expected. But up front, the strikers need to step it up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mancini glanced at Tevez—pointed, deliberate. It was clear he wasn't impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't care what Tevez's issues were. For him, strikers were there to solve problems, not complain about them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Mancini himself was running out of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the embarrassment in the Champions League group stage, the club had started to lose faith in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they didn't win the FA Cup, he knew he'd probably be out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his manager's words, Tevez's face turned more sour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out on the pitch, the light rain kept falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal and City fans continued to trade chants and insults, voices echoing from one side of the stands to the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tempers were flaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mixed zones where fans met, there were even a few scuffles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, security stepped in to pull the rowdy ones out—otherwise, things might've gotten ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it just showed how much was riding on this match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the break ended, players from both sides returned from the tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second half was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five minutes in, the rain began to come down harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Players started grumbling and shouting in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold rain lashed down as both teams battled fiercely in the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The intensity's cranked up a notch since the restart. Two yellow cards in ten minutes already!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Taylor's voice came through the Sky Sports feed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith added, \"You can tell—both teams know there's no room for error now. This is war.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"F**k!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get off me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai and Tevez collided again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both had been racing toward the same landing spot. Shoulders crashed, arms jostled, each trying to throw the other off balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither gave an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Kai managed to poke the ball towards the touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's breath came in heavy gasps, each exhale misting in the cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain, the soaked pitch, the nonstop collisions—it was draining every ounce of energy from the players.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The was a momentary pause on the pitch, the dugouts were moving into gear for substitutions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai took a few deep breaths, steadying himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it wasn't just him. City players were feeling it too. Arsenal's midfield was burning out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the final stretch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last gauntlet before the title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one team would cross the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the side with true grit and determination could make it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai took one more deep breath, then suddenly shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay locked in!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shout rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Arsenal players, hunched over or squatting, looked up instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't let the weather beat you. Don't let the pitch beat you. And don't let City beat you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're Arsenal! We're the Gunners!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai clapped his hands, rallying the troops, \"Get up! The match isn't over yet!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes burned again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhausted, yes—but not defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Championships don't come easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the determined get to see the rainbow after the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't giving up now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Substitutions coming up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Wenger and Mancini moved quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger called: \"Arshavin!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mancini responded: \"Dzeko, Milner!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the 60-minute mark, both sides made their changes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal swapped Podolski for Arshavin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>City pulled off Tevez and Nasri, sending on Dzeko and Milner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both benches showed their hand, but City's depth was superior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Kai, the good news: Tevez was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bad news: Dzeko had arrived—and he was no easier assignment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the curtain of rain, Kai stood with his hands on his hips, watching Dzeko.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were sharp—like a hawk locking in on prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dzeko noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he felt confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was fresh. He had energy to burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, Kai was good at cutting out plays—but he'd been battling Tevez all match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dzeko figured he had the edge now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that belief didn't last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>City adapted to the downpour with a direct, old-school style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long balls out wide. Let Dzeko and Aguero chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Yaya Touré launched a diagonal to the right flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dzeko read it well and took off—sprinting toward the bounce point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn't alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai was right there with him, stride for stride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just before the ball came down, Kai leaned in with a shoulder charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dzeko stumbled back a couple of steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai, meanwhile, launched himself into the air and twisted mid-flight. His core strength was staggering—leaning back slightly, arms relaxed but controlled, he managed to stay balanced as he directed the ball calmly to Koscielny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhhhhhh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cries of frustration erupted from the Manchester City end as fans clutched their heads in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\" Bloody hell! What kind of fitness is this? He spent the first half locking down Tevez and now he's shackling Dzeko too!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>City supporters were torn between resentment and awe. Kai had disrupted their attack time and time again—and despite the bitterness, there was a hint of reluctant admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of the Premier League's top forwards—Tevez and Dzeko—had both been silenced by the same teenager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just his positioning or interceptions. It was his relentless energy, his pressing, the way he always seemed to be in the right place at the right time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was only 19.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he was already that strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai landed—hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not on his feet, but flat on the ground. His body hit the soaked turf with a dull thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had executed the clearance, but at the cost of his balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying there, Kai let out a pained groan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain, sweat, and mud ran across his face as he gritted his teeth, turned over, and pushed himself up using his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball was still deep in Arsenal's half. The danger wasn't gone yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbled a couple of steps, steadying himself, then forced his way back into position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after Koscielny booted the ball clear did Kai finally pause, hands on knees, gasping for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone in the stadium saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal fans didn't know how else to respond—they simply chanted Kai's name and applauded with everything they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sea of black away kits erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bellowed from the stands—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who built a wall in the middle of the field?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KAI! KAI!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He don't dive, he don't yield!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KAI! KAI!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gunners cheer and rivals squeal—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Cause Kai's the boss with boots of steel!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>OHHHH KAI!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHO BUILT THAT WALL?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KAI! KAI!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chant swept through the crowd like a tidal wave of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gunners were still fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were clinging to this match, tooth and nail, clawing their way toward the title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the stands, Meadows clenched his jaw tightly, his entire body trembling with emotion, his chest burning with pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This—this was football.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Arsenal football.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes locked on Kai—the lone figure standing tall in the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many thoughts and feelings surged inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A title that only one team could claim each season.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those who battled through adversity, who passed every trial of skill and will, could climb to that podium of glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was never easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, Arsenal were one step away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were giving everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meadows' breath caught in his throat. He unzipped his jacket, tore it off, and grabbed the massive Arsenal flag he'd carried with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one sweeping motion, the red-and-white flag unfurled in the driving rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gripping the flagpole tightly, Meadows marched to the front of the stand and began waving it with all his strength, shouting with every ounce of voice he had:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GO FOR IT!!!—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GUNNERS!!!!!!—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roar burst out like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flag whipped through the rain, splashing droplets side to side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain soaked his bare chest, but Meadows didn't care. He waved the flag furiously and chanted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good old Arsenal, we're proud to say that name,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While we sing this song, we'll win the game,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We're so proud to say that name,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While we sing this song, we'll win the game.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All around him, the Arsenal fans felt the chills up their spines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they rose from their seats. No one sat anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They threw their arms around one another, chanting in unison as flags swirled through the misty air:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good old Arsenal, we're proud to say that name,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While we sing this song, we'll win the game,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We're so proud to say that name,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While we sing this song, we'll win the game.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The synchronized chant drowned out the noise from the City supporters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down on the touchline, Arsène Wenger glanced toward the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes settled on Meadows—the man often known for his sharp tongue and wild antics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rare smile tugged at the corners of Wenger's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned back to the pitch—and his smile faded as his gaze landed on Kai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a moment of hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ramsey, get warm,\" Wenger finally said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaron Ramsey blinked, then quietly rose and began to loosen up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out on the field, Kai noticed the movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, he raised his hands high and spread all ten fingers wide, shouting across the pitch:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ten minutes! Gaffer—give me ten more!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger caught it instantly. He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For any other player, he might not have entertained the request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Kai?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was willing to trust.\u003C\u002Fp>",1616,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.491Z",1,"novelbin.me","d3cc32dd274d5f30ab9c0f6c7b0ba3bf2b9d3de97ff8fac6f7e05f7ab0315f3c","foresight-chapter-105","foresight-chapter-103",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]