[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-232":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},1847480,2452,"Chapter 232 232: The Crowning Match 3","foresight-chapter-232",232,"\u003Cp>On the BBC Premier League Channel Two broadcast, the camera cut to the commentary booth—where Mike John was joined by three familiar faces: Thierry Henry, Patrick Vieira, and Michael Ballack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Walcott's volley hit the net, Henry and Vieira leapt to their feet almost in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow!!!\" Henry threw his hands up, leaning back with that classic grin, clearly enjoying every second of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vieira's eyes widened. \"That's brilliant football!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mike John chuckled as the replay rolled. \"Beautifully worked goal! Arsenal at their very best—quick, fluid, intelligent movement.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry couldn't help himself. \" Kai's pass there was genius. Everyone expected him to go for a long-range strike—he sold it perfectly, and then just scooped it through. He fooled everyone on that pitch! And Walcott read it instantly. That's the connection between them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vieira nodded firmly. \"I have been saying this for the longest time. People sleep on Kai's technical ability.. Because he's often tackling and intercepting, they think he's just a destroyer. But look at that pass—subtle, perfectly weighted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mike John turned toward Ballack, who had been quiet, arms folded, and a hint of frustration on his face. \"Michael, your thoughts?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ballack exhaled through his nose, rubbing his temple. \"Fine. It was a great goal—credit where it's due. But Matic lost his man. He should have tracked Kai's forward movement. Rosicky's off-ball run pulled him out of position, and that opened the channel. Once Kai stepped up unmarked, everything fell apart for Chelsea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Mike asked whose contribution was more important, the panel found rare agreement—it was Walcott's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry explained, \"Kai's pass made it possible, but Walcott's timing made it happen. He read the play perfectly, burst forward, and finished with composure. He made that run count.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vieira chuckled. \"Typical striker—always giving the credit to the one who scores.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry laughed. \"Hey, no offense, Pat. Just calling it as I see it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down on the touchline, Wenger was already celebrating, fists pumping toward the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, it was like the clock had turned back ten years—the Professor's eyes gleamed again with that old passion, the fire of the Invincibles era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal's early lead was exactly what they needed. Against Chelsea, conceding first or being stalled by their defensive wall could easily turn into a nightmare. Breaking through was crucial. And they had done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the pitch, Mourinho stood motionless, a deep frown cutting across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze burned into his players—especially the midfield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistakes. Sloppy marking. Complacency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Mourinho's eyes, those errors were unforgivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai rarely pushes forward,\" he muttered under his breath. \"And still, nobody tracks him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly barked from the touchline, \"Wake up! Mark your men!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goal had rattled Chelsea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a few moments, their energy dipped—but under Terry's fierce shouting, they regrouped quickly. Chelsea weren't about to crumble that easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the celebrations, both sides reset. Arsenal looked fired up; Chelsea, tight-lipped and focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blues kicked off, eager to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Arsenal pressed immediately, swarming high up the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai urged caution, waving his arms, but his teammates were full of adrenaline, closing down every blue shirt in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was brave—but risky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, Chelsea suddenly found a gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar slipped past Cazorla and quickly threaded a pass to Hazard on the wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hazard darted forward, hugging the touchline. As Kai approached to close him down, Hazard smartly released the ball early, not giving him the chance to engage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai turned and sprinted back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up front, Samuel Eto'o—still dangerous even at 33—brought the pass down with his thigh, cushioning it effortlessly. Despite a heavier frame and fading pace, his explosiveness and instinct remained sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked the ball with his left foot, bursting past the slower Mertesacker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Koscielny rushed across, but he was a fraction too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eto'o had already wound up for the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Danger here!\" Martin Taylor's voice rose sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eto'o unleashed a thunderous shot—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two quick impacts—and the ball flew out of bounds!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai!!!\" Alan Smith shouted in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Replays showed it—Kai had launched himself in a last-ditch slide, blocking the shot cleanly with his shin just as Eto'o pulled the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates exhaled collectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goalkeeper Szczęsny walked up and patted Kai on the shoulder. \"Brilliant block!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai got up, dusted himself off, and immediately yelled toward his teammates, \"Hey! Calm down and get back in shape! No more gaps—mark properly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cazorla and the others immediately looked a bit embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the goal, they had indeed gotten a bit carried away — pushing too far forward in their excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's sharp shout brought everyone back to their senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chelsea lined up for a corner, the now-composed Arsenal side stayed calm and organized. Mertesacker rose highest and headed the ball clear, straight to Cazorla.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cazorla didn't rush forward. Instead, he held it up, glanced around, and waited for Kai to move into position before laying the ball off to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no one closing him down, Kai took a moment to assess the field. He lifted his head, spotted Flamini on the left, and played a controlled pass his way. Flamini quickly relayed it to Cazorla again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a failed attempt to beat his man, Cazorla passed it back, allowing Arsenal to reset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They slipped back into rhythm, controlling possession and dictating tempo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Martin Taylor commented, \"The Gunners have steadied themselves. Arsenal's still a young team, and with youth often comes impatience. They get caught up in the moment — the tempo rises too quickly, and the aggression follows. That's when you need someone to say, 'enough.' Kai's exactly that kind of player.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith nodded in agreement. \"He just turned twenty, but look at the composure he brings. That calmness — it's the backbone of this Arsenal side.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Martin and Alan praised Kai, the Arsenal fans in the stands were quietly thrilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For them, anyone who spoke well of Kai was instantly a friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They adored him — for his strength, his courage, his intelligence, his humility, his decisiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the fans, Kai seemed flawless despite his lack of speed and finesse dribbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When you love a player, you see every virtue in high definition — and every flaw fades from view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was exactly how Arsenal fans felt about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the 40th minute, Chelsea were starting to show signs of frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trailing in the first half was far from ideal, and they were eager to pull one back before halftime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Arsenal were now dictating the game's rhythm through their midfield. Chelsea's defensive counter-attacking plan had lost its bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like a spring — the more you compress it, the stronger it rebounds. But when Arsenal refused to press, Chelsea couldn't find any tension to release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar and the others chased hard, trying to force an opening, but Arsenal's midfield trio — with Rosický and Walcott dropping deeper — had the numbers and control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When in doubt, they recycled possession, switched play, and kept Chelsea chasing shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, the Blues found themselves in an increasingly passive position.\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>",1208,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.491Z",1,"novelbin.me","f10a2b5701df4f546d7e4c2cd9f6ad9510240ea1658d43e74892740ee90e7957","foresight-chapter-233","foresight-chapter-231",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]