[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-115":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},1847713,2452,"Chapter 115 115: More Like Gerrard","foresight-chapter-115",115,"\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By nightfall, headlines blazed across sports pages, lighting up both print and digital outlets. Arsenal's season had begun not with hesitation, but with a bang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their opening Premier League match, the Gunners dispatched Aston Villa 3-1 at the Emirates. It was a solid performance, particularly in the second half, and a strong start to the new campaign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luis Suárez earned man-of-the-match honours with a rating of 8.5, his brace underlining his lethal presence up top. Not far behind was Arsenal's new captain, Kai, who notched an 8.0 and scored a diving header to make it two-nil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the first half had been something of a slow burn, things picked up dramatically after the interval. In the 51st minute, Arsenal earned a corner, and Kai dove like a hammerhead to thump it home—his first goal of the new season.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger made a few tactical rotations later in the game, bringing on Flamini in the 73rd minute. But Flamini's game in the red and white was less than ideal; a lapse in concentration allowed Villa to pull one back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the Gunners didn't waver. In the 88th minute, Suárez—showing a different kind of hunger—sealed the win with his second goal, restoring the two-goal cushion. 3-1 the final score, and the Emirates faithful went home singing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn't just Arsenal who tasted victory on opening day—the Premier League's Big Six all walked away with three points:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liverpool 1-0 Stoke City\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea 2-0 Hull City\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manchester City 4-0 Newcastle United\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manchester United 4-1 Swansea City\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tottenham Hotspur 1-0 Crystal Palace\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manchester United looked especially sharp, fresh off their Community Shield win over Arsenal. David Moyes, finally with some silverware in hand, gave Red Devils fans plenty to cheer about with a commanding victory in Wales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea, under Mourinho's second spell, were efficient and ruthless. Lampard rolled back the years with a vintage display—assisting Oscar's opener before calmly converting a penalty of his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Fernando Torres didn't find the net, his work rate caught Mourinho's eye. After the match, the Portuguese manager aimed a few barbs at Arsène Wenger during his press conference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wenger is ruining Kai,\" Mourinho said flatly. \"He should leave and come to a proper club—Chelsea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was classic José, throwing petrol on an already simmering rivalry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger, clearly unamused, responded via a short statement—leading to yet another online clash between the two titans of touchline theatre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fans were divided, but Arsenal supporters seemed largely unfazed. Mourinho's obsession with Kai only confirmed what they already knew: their stand-in captain was turning heads across England.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they weren't selling him. Not for any price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai was their captain now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Arsenal dressing room...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Another one. Seriously?\" Chamberlain muttered, holding up his phone showing a blog of the Daily Mirror with mock disgust. \"You've got like six nicknames now. I've got none—zero. Where's my love, eh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai glanced over, smirked, and patted him on the back. \"Don't worry, Oxie. Your time will come. With many nicknames, too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chamberlain squinted at him. \"Why do I feel like that's not a good thing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, on the training pitch, Wenger called Kai aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In that first match... why didn't you try any shots from distance?\" the manager asked, his voice low but pointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. \"I just wanted to get the win first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger nodded but pressed on. \"Next time, don't hesitate. You've got the green light to shoot. Don't overthink it—practice makes precision.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood, coach,\" Kai replied, nodding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the captain jogged off toward the training area, Wenger watched him with a thoughtful expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai had all the tools—leadership, work ethic, tactical awareness—but he was almost too respectful. Most players would take a dozen potshots the moment they had permission. With Kai, Wenger had to remind him that he was allowed to shoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If things didn't change, he might have to assign minimum long-range attempts per match just to force the issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, on the separate training pitch, Kai was accompanied by Pat Rice, who had stayed back to work with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their focus for the next few weeks: long shots, free kicks, and penalties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With midfield creativity currently flowing through Arteta, Cazorla, Rosický, Wilshere, and Walcott, Kai was relieved of playmaking duties for now. That gave him room to hone other weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He emptied a bag of balls around the penalty arc. Pat stood to the side, arms folded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember, when taking a long shot, your supporting foot should be pointed exactly where you want the ball to go,\" Pat instructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai stepped up, struck the ball with precision, and sent it screaming into the top corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat grinned. \"Lovely. We'll add pressure drills next. You'll have a man closing you down next time. Doesn't matter—still gotta hit the target.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, after returning home, Kai continued his workout. As he moved through his flexibility routine, his phone buzzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A number he didn't recognise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped sweat from his brow and picked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hearty laugh came through the line. \"Evening, Kai! Sorry to call so late. Jonathan Barnett here—you've probably heard the name.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnett. The name rang loud in English football. Agent to Gareth Bale, Luke Shaw, Joe Hart... and now, clearly, interested in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I got your number from Wojciech,\" Barnett continued. \"Hope you don't mind me being direct. I'd love to have a proper chat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai didn't hesitate. \"I'll be honest with you, Mr. Barnett. If you're looking for a quick profit, I'm probably not your guy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh? And what do you think I'm after?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Money. And I'm not playing for that. I'm here to grow. Just thought we should be clear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then: \"Can we meet?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai raised an eyebrow. \"You mean now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unless it's inconvenient.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the clock. \"Fine. Here's my address...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Kai opened it to see a round, balding man in a sharp suit and an easy smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jonathan Barnett stepped inside after Kai's invitation, looked around Kai's modest flat, and chuckled. \"Well, this certainly proves your point.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai laughed. \"Told you I'm not here for flash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnett kicked off his shoes, took a seat, and glanced around again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anything to drink?\" Kai asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What've you got?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hot water, warm water, and ice water.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnett laughed. \"Ice water it is, then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he sipped, he noticed Kai's sweat. \"Training again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just some flexibility work. Still rehabbing the ligament from last season.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnett nodded approvingly. \"Impressive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right,\" Kai said, settling opposite. \"Let's hear your pitch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Straight to business, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai cut to the chase. \"I don't like long games. Just show me what you've got.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnett grinned and pulled a file from his briefcase. \"Fair enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the next half hour, he laid out a comprehensive career roadmap—sponsorships, potential transfers, media exposure, even a future Real Madrid offer on standby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai listened quietly, absorbing every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Barnett finally finished, he looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kai didn't speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not impressed?\" the agent asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai finally replied, \"You've done your homework. But the whole plan makes it sound like you want to turn me into the next Cristiano or Messi.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnett blinked. \"And what's wrong with that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing. They're legends. But I'm not chasing that path. I'm not a brand. I'm not an icon. I want to be more like Gerrard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a long silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You realise that's even harder,\" Barnett said, his voice suddenly more serious. \"To be that kind of player—to carry a club, to bleed for it, to win with it... not many survive that path.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai nodded slowly. \"I know. That's why I need the right people around me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnett stared at him, then quietly began packing up his documents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai stood and walked him to the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks for your time,\" he said politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnett turned back and grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give me a week,\" he said. \"I'll bring you a new plan. Something a bit more... Gerrard, a bit less billboard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnett winked. \"This is exciting, isn't it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai laughed and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe you are,\" Barnett said, turning to go. \"But that makes two of us now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held up a hand for a handshake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jonathan reciprocated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two lunatics, then!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai closed the door, still smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he felt like things were heading in the right direction.\u003C\u002Fp>",1396,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.491Z",1,"novelbin.me","3a5fd57cfbfe8933def7d9cd8e23a9e9abbeeda3ea7bfeb93af51d0824ce2c40","foresight-chapter-116","foresight-chapter-114",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]