[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-235":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},1847483,2452,"Chapter 235 235: The Crowning Match 6","foresight-chapter-235",235,"\u003Cp>The usually buzzing Emirates Stadium had fallen eerily quiet. Arsenal fans were biting their nails, their tension thick in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two quick goals conceded had completely killed the early optimism. Now, the atmosphere was filled with anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone in red knew exactly what was at stake — lose this, and their title hopes were as good as gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal had never been famous for resilience — even their own fans admitted that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they fell behind, they seemed to lose their rhythm, their belief. It was a long-standing flaw, the reason their performances often crumbled when the tide turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Arsenal, it was always one of two extremes: either they launched a furious comeback and tore the opponent apart, or they simply faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those miracle nights fans loved to talk about? They rarely belonged to Arsenal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though this version of the team had shown flashes of grit recently, the old perceptions were hard to shake off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bloody hell!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meadows clenched and unclenched his fists, his jaw tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just when they were so close to a title… they were falling apart, and at home, of all places. He hadn't seen that coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Billy was gnawing at his fingers — or what was left of them. His nails were shredded down to splinters, but he didn't even notice. That was how much this meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stands stayed silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the pitch, searching for someone to believe in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, almost instinctively, the crowd's gaze drifted toward one number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Number 4.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai will turn this around! Just believe!\" someone shouted from the stands — but even that sounded more like hope than conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, Kai had rescued them countless times before. But could he do it again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luck didn't always smile twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What I'd give for Suarez right now…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, come on, just once — give us this title!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is torture!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Complaints rippled through the stands. Arsenal fans hated this feeling — being behind, helpless, doubting their own side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And against Chelsea, of all teams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their anxiety deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the pitch, Arsenal pressed on. After releasing the ball, Kai glanced toward the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-deafening roar had died to a suffocating silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this problem well. Ever since joining Arsenal, he had sensed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the other European giants, Arsenal — still without a Champions League trophy — carried the weight of being a pseudo-elite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, they looked the part, but deep down, there was insecurity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's why the fans shouted about being a big club— not from pride, but from the need to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Kai, the true hallmark of an elite side wasn't just winning — it was courage. The ability to find hope when there seemed to be none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was what Arsenal lacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could that spirit be built? Kai didn't know. But he believed it could grow — one victory at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath. The atmosphere was stifling; something had to change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forward!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Make the run!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too slow — move it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Back! Reset!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shouts on the pitch were desperate now. Faces were tight, voices strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anxiety was everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea's defense felt like a wall — every move was stopped cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shots came, but they were rushed, forced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the players… they were exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This game felt heavier than any before — the kind of fatigue that seeps into your bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if the grind of an entire season had come crashing down at once. Legs felt like lead, runs grew shorter, bodies slower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosický took a pass from Cazorla, turned, and drove forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't the smartest choice, but he had no intention of backing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could just beat Ivanović, Arsenal might finally crack Chelsea's shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to be the spark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd had enough of empty seasons. Since joining in 2006, he'd watched Arsenal slip year by year. The FA Cup last season had been nice, but it wasn't the league title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This — right here — was their best shot in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't let it slip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he went for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Rosicky pushed forward, Ivanović came crashing in with a hard slide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation, no mercy. He didn't even let Rosicky plant his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea weren't going to let Arsenal off the hook. Not tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosicky slammed the turf and roared in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The anxiety was spreading fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai tried to rally them, shouting to calm things down, but it was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone wanted to be the hero. Everyone wanted to break through on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good intentions — but it was tearing the team apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Taylor's voice came through the broadcast, sharp with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Gunners are losing their heads here. Everyone's trying to do it alone — they can't even see the teammates around them anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith nodded beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly, Martin. This isn't about effort now; it's about composure. Arsenal need someone to take charge — and right now, all eyes are on Kai.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cooperation\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teamwork\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's the foundation of the Gunners' success — and they can't afford to throw it all away now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Arsenal's players getting carried away with reckless forward runs, Billy shifted his gaze toward Wenger, as if expecting the Frenchman to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger, unable to sit still any longer, stepped up to the touchline, shouting out instructions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to calm his players down, to rein in this wild, headlong attacking play — but Arsenal were like a runaway car at full throttle, impossible to stop once they'd picked up speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his posture appeared calm, Wenger's eyes were sharp — constantly analyzing, adjusting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's gaze drifted toward Azpilicueta.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spanish full-back stood at 178 centimeters — solid but hardly dominant in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai knew if he timed his leap right, he could win that duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only if someone managed to distract Terry first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and met Walcott's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subtle nod toward the penalty area was all it took.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walcott hesitated for a heartbeat — uncertain, but trusting — then made his move into the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as planned, Terry was now caught between Walcott and Podolski.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai exhaled slowly, preparing himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Set piece, taken by Cazorla… though without Mertesacker, Arsenal have lost a big aerial presence,\" said Martin Taylor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith replied with a note of concern, \"Yeah, you look at the lineup now — Podolski, Walcott, Rosický — not exactly giants, are they? Especially against Terry and Cahill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cazorla glanced at the referee, who was raising the whistle to his lips. He still hadn't seen a clear route — until he noticed a hand quietly lifted at the far post.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cazorla's eyes lit up. The whistle blew — and he whipped the ball in instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It curled toward the penalty area, fast and low, just skimming above the crowd of players.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walcott and Podolski's runs drew Terry and Cahill forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the two center-backs realized the cross had flown over them, it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Back post!\" Terry shouted, twisting around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpilicueta followed the flight of the ball — then froze as a figure came charging in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to jump, but his reaction came a fraction too late, his leap too low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai soared above him — towering, balanced, powerful — his body angling mid-air as he met the ball cleanly with his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strike thundered like a cannon, rocketing into the back of the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the ball smashing into the goal was followed by a stunned, collective silence across the Emirates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, not even a breath — just the echo of the net rippling and the image of Kai, suspended in the air, arms outstretched in triumph.\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>",1332,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.491Z",1,"novelbin.me","ceab720809d1adc0adf1d46ef00fd46bba451ffb3613b4c8f308885bacae04cb","foresight-chapter-236","foresight-chapter-234",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]