[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-213":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},1847461,2452,"Chapter 213 213: Champions League Semifinals, First Leg 3","foresight-chapter-213",213,"\u003Cp>\"Kai!!! What a brilliant sliding tackle! Perfectly timed and completely clean!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Taylor's voice rang out through the commentary box, excitement cutting through the roar of the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Arsenal supporters inside the stadium erupted, their cheers and applause cascading like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Outstanding!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This takes me back to last season, that match against United!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai's slide tackles are always a thing of beauty—his timing is impeccable!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ronaldo didn't even have time to fall! Hahaha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well done, Kai!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Arsenal fans kept clapping and chanting his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai rose to his feet amid the noise, dusting himself off. He ignored Cristiano Ronaldo's look of disbelief and turned toward the goal instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Szczęsny looked uneasy. He knew he'd just made a mistake—one that nearly led to disaster. And when he saw Kai striding toward him, his nerves only grew worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai! Listen, I—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai raised his hand high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Szczęsny froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's hand came down gently on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forget it. Keep your head up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Szczęsny blinked. \"You're… not going to hit me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai looked at him as if he were crazy. \"Why would I hit you, a grown man? You want me to get a red card here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, no! Of course not, it's just—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then don't overthink it. Focus and keep an eye on that Frenchman!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it! Okay!\" Szczęsny nodded quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai turned away, muttering under his breath. It was going to be a long night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match was barely ten minutes old, yet both teams had already traded thrilling attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the heart of it all were the two conductors—Kai and Modrić—both dictating play and setting the rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Modrić studied Kai curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they'd both played in the Premier League, their paths had never crossed. Modrić had left Tottenham for Madrid in 2012, just before Kai broke into Arsenal's first team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd only heard bits about the young midfielder from Gareth Bale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bale and Kai shared the same agency, but they had never been close. In fact, Bale had little fondness for him—Kai's relentless marking last season had been a nightmare to deal with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, Bale was here, looking for redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey! Not going to take me on?\" Kai called out, smirking as he shadowed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bale rolled his eyes and ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai persisted, \"Come on, don't you want to prove yourself? You're in Madrid now—show me what's changed! Dribble past me! Let's see what you've got!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bale's jaw tightened. He didn't respond, just walked off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai exhaled quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He's learned to keep his cool. No more easy provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger was right—cheap tricks don't work on a Champions League final stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp whistle sliced through the air. Kai turned toward the commotion in Madrid's box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suárez was down, clutching his leg. Pepe stood nearby, gesturing angrily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the referee arrived, Pepe suddenly shouted, \"He bit me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee hesitated. He hadn't seen it clearly—but since the player in question was Suárez, he couldn't just ignore it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no VAR to rely on yet, he consulted the linesman. After a brief discussion, the decision was made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee turned to Pepe, raised the yellow card… and then pointed to the spot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penalty to Arsenal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A penalty—in the 13th minute!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they converted this, it would be the perfect start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Penalty for Arsenal!\" Martin Taylor announced, his tone half-amused, half-incredulous. \"And would you believe it—Pepe's done it again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith chuckled beside him. \"It's almost tradition at this point, isn't it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On screen, Pepe was still protesting furiously, waving his arms. But the referee was unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it became clear nothing would change, Pepe spun around, ready to go after Suárez again—but Kai was already there, stepping in between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pepe didn't care who Kai was—when his temper flared, he'd even try to kick Drogba into the stands if he had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Casillas sprinted over and grabbed him before things escalated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Pepe was dragged away, Kai exhaled deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That guy was pure chaos when he lost his temper. A walking red card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai turned and helped Suarez to his feet. The Uruguayan didn't look seriously hurt—it was obvious he'd gone down trying to draw a foul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you really bite him?\" Kai asked, half suspicious, half amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suarez looked wounded by the accusation. \"No! He swung his arm at me and hit my teeth. What was I supposed to do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai blinked. \"…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right. So both of them felt like victims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the result was all that mattered—Arsenal had a penalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cazorla, Suarez, and Kai gathered to discuss who would take it. They were Arsenal's top three penalty takers, and after a short exchange, they agreed Suarez should have it—he'd earned it, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suarez grinned, clearly satisfied. His Champions League goal tally wasn't nearly as high as in the Premier League, and this was a golden chance to boost it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed the ball carefully on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai and the others stepped back to the edge of the box, ready to follow up if needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates fell silent. The earlier roar of excitement had faded into tense anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suarez took a deep breath, jogged up, and struck the ball hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It flew low and fast toward the left post.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casillas guessed right—but he was just an inch short. The ball skimmed past his fingertips, brushed the inside of the post, and hit the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1–0 Arsenal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gooooooooooooooaaaal!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"¡Luis Suarez!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arsenal take the lead in just the 13th minute—what a start!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates exploded into a wall of noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red and white scarves waved wildly as fans jumped from their seats, shouting and hugging each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suarez sprinted toward the corner flag, shouting in triumph. Kai and the others followed, tackling him to the ground in celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're ahead!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're actually leading!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahaha! Real Madrid aren't that terrifying after all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Victory! Victory! Victory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well played, Luis!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They piled on top of each other, laughing, shouting—soaking in the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the commentary box, Martin Taylor could hardly contain himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Suarez scores! And that came out of nowhere! No one expected the first goal of this final to arrive like this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith chuckled. \"And it's Pepe again causing chaos—Real Madrid are in trouble now. With a yellow card hanging over him, he's a walking time bomb!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cameras panned to the Madrid bench. Carlo Ancelotti's expression was tight, his jaw set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd warned his players before kickoff—but Pepe had done it again. And now, Madrid was paying for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Arsenal dugout was a different world entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is it! This is how you do it!\" Pat Rice yelled, grabbing Wenger in a jubilant hug. \"Look at them—they're going toe-to-toe with Madrid!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger's face broke into a rare, wide smile. He'd come into this match prepared for a tough night. Even he hadn't expected his side to look this sharp, this fearless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, the goal had a bit of luck about it, but their buildup had been confident, their rhythm controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were playing their football—and playing it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fundamentals first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's the secret to greatness. To become Champions League contenders—or even world-beaters—you have to master the basics to perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal weren't there yet. But they'd found their direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were on the right path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please do leave a review and powerstones, helps with the book's exposure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feel like joining a Patreon for free and subscribing to advanced chapters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visit the link:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[email protected]\u002FGRANDMAESTA_30\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Change @ to a\u003C\u002Fp>",1241,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.491Z",1,"novelbin.me","b790457e9d4b79f349c85e6c52680b1b484448499f58fe98d4e7f6c24524e808","foresight-chapter-214","foresight-chapter-212",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]