[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-107":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},1847705,2452,"Chapter 107 107: FA Cup Final End","foresight-chapter-107",107,"\u003Cp>And bounced into the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the ball hit the back of the net, Kai felt a surge—like electricity rushing through his veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whipped his head around and took off in a full sprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile crept across his face, spreading fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—Wembley erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a heartbeat of silence, the roar of Arsenal fans exploded like a volcano.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They screamed, they jumped, they chanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Champions!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal are champions!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai charged toward the bench, not stopping, not slowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew exactly where he was headed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger stood on the sideline, heart pounding, his face lit with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he swore to himself—bringing Kai from Sporting Lisbon to Arsenal was the best decision he'd ever made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the payoff. This was the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile of deep relief and pride crossed Wenger's face. He opened his arms wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, son...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kai didn't slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shot past Wenger—straight toward Pat Rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a muffled thump and a tangle of limbs as Kai launched himself at the stout assistant coach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat was solid, but right now, Kai could've lifted a truck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They collided and hugged with full force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's voice was shaking with adrenaline and joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey! Hey! Did you see that? Did you see what I just brought us?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat bit his lip, overwhelmed. He didn't trust himself to speak—he might break down on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he just kept smacking Kai's back over and over, his emotions spilling out with each hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had first met in July 2011. Back then, Pat had his doubts. If it hadn't been for Wenger, he never would've taken Kai under his wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet now—this same kid, once overlooked, had given Arsenal the best gift in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FA Cup Champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven long years without a trophy, and finally—finally—Arsenal stood atop the podium again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat's voice cracked as he pulled Kai in close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brilliant work, lad... You've made me proud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai grinned, teasing, \"Wait—are you crying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bollocks!\" Pat barked, laughing through the emotion. \"And what if I am, huh? Not allowed to cry now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai laughed harder. \"Cry all you want! There'll be plenty of chances in the future. These are happy tears!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the rest of the squad mobbed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal players came sprinting toward the bench like schoolboys let loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one was crashing into Kai, shouting, hugging, and cheering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they ran past Wenger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boss still stood with his arms out—though by now, his smile had turned slightly stiff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Szczesny came a little later, charging forward—but then he caught Wenger's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not seriously going to skip me, too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come here. Hug your manager.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awkwardly, Szczesny changed direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The contrast in the stadium was stark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one side, jubilant Arsenal fans. On the other hand, silent, stunned City supporters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up in the commentary booth, Martin Taylor's voice rose above the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai! What a penalty! And what a moment! After seven years, Arsenal are champions again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith followed up, laughter in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This lad—only 19—and he steps up like that? They chant about him having steel in boots but tonight the lad has a heart of steel!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Gunners have done it,\" Martin said. \"They've beaten Manchester City in the FA Cup final. The 2012\u002F13 trophy is heading to North London.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan added with a grin, \"London belongs to the red and white tonight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal fans in the stands had completely lost themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hugged strangers, jumped with both feet, waved scarves and flags until their arms ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>120 minutes of relentless football.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nerve-wracking penalty shootout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the end, Arsenal stood tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their first major trophy in seven years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Champions! We're champions!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billy screamed, hugging every fellow Gunner in sight, black jerseys and all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one cared who they were hugging anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the crowd, Meadows was still smiling—his arms sore, his voice gone. He'd waved the Arsenal flag for nearly an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there were no regrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai had made it worth every second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal were champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>City's players, downcast, walked toward the tunnel, glancing at the trophy as they passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was right there. Close enough to touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn't belong to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain was visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mancini took time to comfort each player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this match would probably mark the end of his time at City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wouldn't place blame. They had fought well—just lacked the finishing touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his players had all disappeared down the tunnel, Mancini turned and walked toward Wenger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his hand first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Congratulations, Professor,\" he said, smiling warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger took it with a nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was a great match.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Indeed,\" Mancini said. \"Arsenal deserve this one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger couldn't help but grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mancini leaned in slightly, with a sly smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good luck with the league.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Merci.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two shared a knowing look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both had one common goal left—to bring down Manchester United.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheers in the stadium swelled again, growing louder and more unified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then came the chant.\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>\"KAI! KAI!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over 30,000 Arsenal fans roared his name into the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy from Lisbon had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And tonight, he was a champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's performance tonight had won over every doubter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two assists in regular time—and the decisive penalty in the shootout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could deny it now: Kai was one of the heartbeats of this Arsenal team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the ongoing celebrations, Pat gave him a nudge on the shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go on, lad. They're waiting for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai nodded and turned, stepping back onto the pitch alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he stepped on the pitch, a deafening roar swept through Wembley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It started with thunderous applause—fast, fierce, relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clapclapclapclapclapclapclapclapclapclap!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai walked slowly toward the center circle, raising his hands in gratitude, lightly clapping back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, like a wave rolling through the stadium, the chant began to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ohhhhhh Kai, Kai, he's our pride!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Born to fight in red and white!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pass or strike, he makes 'em cry,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal's star—our boy Kai!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(clap-clap, clap-clap-clap)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our boy Kai!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(clap-clap, clap-clap-clap)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our boy Kai!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his celebration chant—something only he did. And the fans knew it by heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai chuckled to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his left arm—fingers spread, palm wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instant silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than 30,000 Arsenal supporters stood frozen, watching him with breathless anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai began a slow jog, his left hand still outstretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from the crowd, a deep rumble emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It started low, like magma bubbling under the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both the fans and Kai were building up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without warning, he tucked his right fist beside his abdomen and punched forward three times in quick succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ARSENAL!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ARSENAL!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ARSENAL!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted with each strike, their voices shaking the very structure of Wembley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the roar—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai thumped his chest and shouted at the top of his lungs:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, Gunners!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stadium shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearts pounded. Voices cracked. Flags flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no mistaking it—this boy had stolen their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal fans were completely, utterly his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wembley quaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every supporter felt it deep in their bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stands were vibrating with passion and pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar of the crowd began to dim—only slightly—as the players lined up along the touchline, hearts still pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now came the final act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The presentation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Taylor (calm, reverent):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A familiar sight at Wembley, but always a difficult one... Manchester City, valiant tonight, will walk the steps first—for silver.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The City players climbed the historic staircase to the Royal Box, their footsteps slow and heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were met with polite applause, not mockery. Even rival fans knew what it meant to get this far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver medals were placed around their necks. Most looked straight ahead. Some offered tight smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None looked toward the trophy\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their expressions were mixed—some bitter, others stoic. Most stared blankly at the trophy sitting just meters away, so close they could feel its shine. But it was not theirs tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith (reflective):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can see it on their faces, Martin. They know they were close. Inches away from history... but on a night like this, there's no consolation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the top of the steps, Mancini exchanged handshakes with the Royal guests. His smile was restrained, but dignified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the last City player descended the stairs, the announcer's voice rang out through the stadium speakers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ladies and gentlemen… your 2012\u002F13 FA Cup champions—ARSENAL FOOTBALL CLUB!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ARSENAL FOOTBALL CLUB!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stadium erupted again, as if someone had struck a match in a room full of fireworks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flags swinging. Fans losing their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Taylor (with rising energy):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And now it's the turn of the victors. Arsenal—seven years without silverware—finally climbing back to the summit of English football!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Arsenal players, some bouncing on their heels, others locking arms in boyish anticipation, began the climb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step toward the Royal Box felt like a lifetime of effort paid off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden medals were handed out—glinting under the floodlights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Kai reached the Royal Box, the decibels ticked up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook hands respectfully, bowed slightly, and smiled at the rows of dignitaries. The Royal representative smiled back, clearly impressed by the young man who had written himself into Arsenal folklore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith (grinning):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's a medal he'll never take off. What a tournament, what a final, and what a player Kai's becoming, eh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then came the captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mikel Arteta.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Climbing the steps with composure and purpose, Arteta approached the trophy—the FA Cup, perched just a few feet from royalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Royal dignitary stepped forward, extended the iconic silverware toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arteta accepted it with both hands, bowed gently, then turned to face the stadium with his teammates flanking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused to build up suspense before—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lifting the trophy high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fireworks exploded into the night sky, streaking over the Wembley arch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden confetti erupted from all sides of the roof and sides of the Royal box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Taylor (excited):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And Arsenal… are FA Cup Champions once again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith (shouting over fireworks):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The wait is over! The drought is done! North London can celebrate tonight—this one belongs to the red side!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal's players took turns grabbing the trophy, hoisting it, laughing and shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Taylor (with emotion):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They've been through the storms—through heartbreaks, near-misses, questions, rebuilds—and now, they have their reward.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai grabbed the trophy with both hands and raised it and screamed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"CHAMPIONS!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd's reaction was instantaneous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"KAI! KAI! KAI!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chant thundered from all corners of Wembley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith (softly, smiling):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That boy's name will echo in this stadium for a long, long time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word echoed across Wembley as red and white flares lit up the stands. Flags waved. Fans wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of \"Good Old Arsenal\" began to ring out from the stands, slow and thunderous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red and white ribbons fluttered through the air, while the fireworks raged on, painting the sky above London in celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cameras flashed. Children screamed. Grown men shouted through tears hugging strangers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Arsenal's night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Royal Box had become their throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on it stood a team who had endured, who had believed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had climbed to the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, they had the cup to prove it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, no one would sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight belonged to Arsenal.\u003C\u002Fp>",1922,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.491Z",1,"novelbin.me","e383cfadf93395ec7e169fd7331a287d3f0a5e2308d6977c4488c77c316657fb","foresight-chapter-108","foresight-chapter-106",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]