[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-236":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},1847484,2452,"Chapter 236 236: The Crowning Match 7","foresight-chapter-236",236,"\u003Cp>London at night was alive — neon lights flickering, crowds bustling, the usual hum of city life filling the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in North London, time seemed to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cars lined both sides of the streets, engines off. Groups of people stood huddled around their phones, faces illuminated by the glow of the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside pubs and bars, not a soul moved. Everyone's eyes were locked on the television. If it weren't for the commentary and the shifting camera angles, you might've thought the whole world had frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes were fixed on the ball — soaring toward Chelsea's penalty area. Hearts thumped, breaths caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Taylor's voice carried the tension of the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cazorla's over the ball… one of the best set-piece takers in the league. Can he be the one to bring Arsenal back into this title race?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith added, \"He's got the technique, the precision… all he needs now is that perfect delivery.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cazorla ran up — struck the ball — and chaos erupted inside the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The ball's in!\" Taylor shouted. \"Far post!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then came the explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GOAL!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goal! Goal! Goal! It's Kai!!! It's Kai again! Always Kai!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's done it! A towering header over Azpilicueta — and Arsenal are level in the 70th minute!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At the crucial moment, when Arsenal needed a saviour, Kai steps up once again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The man in the number 4 shirt — the heartbeat of this side — turns the tide at the Emirates!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Taylor's voice peaked, North London erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of sound rolled through the streets like thunder — cheers, laughter, horns blaring in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the bars, fans threw their arms into the air, screaming with disbelief and pure joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Car horns blared rhythmically; people hugged strangers; some were already crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, beer flew everywhere as fans jumped and shouted, spinning around in euphoria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, North London was alive — not with noise, but with pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Emirates, the roar was deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands of fans leapt to their feet, screaming until their throats burned, clapping until their palms stung red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And out on the pitch, Kai ran along the touchline, fists pumping, shouting to the crowd:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on! Let's hear it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved both arms upward, urging the stands to explode with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he stopped — chest heaving, eyes fierce — and raised his hands high, a war cry on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, he looked untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warrior draped in red and white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates trembled under the sound of his name:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai! Kai! Kai!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chant rolled through the stands, echoing across the pitch like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Taylor could barely contain himself. \"Oh my word, Kai! What a moment! What a header!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith laughed breathlessly. \"I've run out of words, Martin. Every time you think he's done enough — he goes and does that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When everyone else had lost hope,\" Taylor continued, \"Kai stood tall! That's leadership, that's heart, that's Arsenal!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smith added. \"He's dragged his team back into the title fight — and against Chelsea, of all teams!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates roared again, a wave of emotion washing over every corner of the stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Premier League at its finest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clash between giants — and once again, it was Kai who stood tallest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a match of this magnitude, Kai's performance was beyond words — simply extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Taylor tried to steady his tone. \"That was clearly a rehearsed move. Walcott's sudden dart into the box drew Terry and Cahill out of position!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Smith picked up, excitement creeping into his voice. \"And while everyone's eyes were fixed on that commotion, Kai quietly drifted to the far post — completely unmarked!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And what about the delivery?\" Taylor added. \"Cazorla's cross was inch-perfect — wicked pace, lovely curve. That's pure class.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smith nodded. \"Now this is Arsenal — showing the composure and creativity of a true top side!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down on the touchline, the Arsenal bench exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coaches, substitutes — everyone jumped to their feet. Even Wenger, the ever-calm professor, couldn't hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thrust both arms into the air, leaned forward, and roared, veins standing out on his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's goal had come out of nowhere — a flash of instinct, timing, and courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Wenger, the moment carried extra weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought back to that trip to Portugal in 2011, when he'd first spotted the young midfielder. Eight hundred thousand euros — a quiet signing, barely noticed by the press.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now? That same player was worth a hundred times more, both in value and importance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Pat Rice was clapping and smiling — calm amid the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there was one person who believed in Kai without hesitation, it was Pat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd seen him grow, trained him, pushed him — and watched him turn potential into something special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People called Kai a genius, but Pat knew better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genius wasn't the right word. What they were witnessing was the product of relentless, exhausting work — endless hours on the training ground, sweat and repetition, the kind of effort no one else saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai wasn't blessed — he was built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, all that work had crystallized in this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates shook as over 60,000 voices thundered his name.\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>For every Arsenal supporter in that stadium, he was the hero — the heartbeat of their club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mourinho stood frozen, staring at the pitch in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar from the stands hit him like a wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought the game was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought Arsenal were finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kai had dragged them back from the brink — first with an assist, now with a header that tore Chelsea's defensive plan to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is he there?\" Mourinho muttered. \"How does he do that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his jaw, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why doesn't he play for me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All his meticulous counter-attacking patterns — undone by that same player. Twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-five minutes still to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mourinho's expression hardened as he barked orders: \"Torres! Salah! Warm up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the opposite side, Wenger was already responding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ramsey! Wilshere! Get ready!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met across the technical area — two generals locked in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold snort from each, and both turned away, ready for the next phase of war.\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>",1118,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.491Z",1,"novelbin.me","fbe19f2101fbfbeb388a8a71bbc5b0cf18a87011a6fe8fc37643e41d3c11e952","foresight-chapter-237","foresight-chapter-235",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]