[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-32":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},1847430,2452,"Chapter 32 32: Advancing To The Fourth Round Of The FA Cup","foresight-chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>The goal in the first half lifted the spirits of the Arsenal players.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the locker room, Wenger clapped his hands, rallying the team for the second half with quiet determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made no tactical adjustments. The first half had already revealed everything he needed to know—it was Leeds United who needed to adapt if they wanted to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai said nothing. He leaned back and tried to catch his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the cost of his relentless running in the first half to cover the defensive spaces. Although he had a tank to run on, he was pacing himself with his breathing technique for good measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, catch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arshavin tossed him a hydration drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai caught it, took a sip, washed his mouth, and then spat it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arshavin gave him a sideways look. \"You went all out in the first half, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the players nearby nodded quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strictly speaking, it was Kai's mad sprinting and defensive prowess that had been the turning point of the first half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was everywhere—defending, attacking, filling in the gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared say his run down the flank was meaningless. That kind of commitment often gave the strikers just enough room to operate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn't just helpful. His movement disrupted Leeds' defensive shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the real question was—could he keep it up in the second half?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai smiled. \"Wanna bet? See who runs out of steam first—you or me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arshavin raised an eyebrow. \"What are we betting?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai slapped his thigh and grinned. \"You have to do the chicken dance and post it on social media. Deal?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arshavin stared at him, momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Him? Dancing like a chicken? That was a stretch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by now, the locker room had caught on and the boos and chants began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, Andrey, don't chicken out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do it! Bet with him. We believe in you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm backing you, a Russian getting gassed. No chance, mate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arshavin glared at his laughing teammates, then jabbed a finger at Kai. \"Does this guy even have a social account? And if he does, who follows him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai waved him off. \"Doesn't matter. Just answer the question—yes or no?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arshavin hesitated. Truthfully, he wasn't keen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with the entire locker room egging him on, he had no choice but to nod reluctantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go, Andrey! Don't lose!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to see you shake it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gotta put those arms to work, Hahaha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arshavin chuckled, half amused and half exasperated. \"Traitors! What if I win, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get ready to wiggle those hips, Arshie!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry—I'll share the video for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arshavin rolled his eyes. \"Thanks—but no thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The locker room buzzed with laughter and energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger leaned against the doorway, arms folded, watching the scene with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a long time since the dressing room felt this lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat Rice wandered over and chuckled. \"They're different, this group.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger smirked. \"A bunch of kids.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he tilted his head and asked, \"Who do you want to see dance? Kai or Andre?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat considered it for a moment, then grinned. \"Andrey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Me too,\" Wenger replied with a Slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the second half began, the teams had switched ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leeds United made their move, adding another forward to the line-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maik Taylor came on—slower than Townsend, but meant to draw Kai's attention away from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But adding more firepower up front weakened them elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With just three midfielders, Leeds began to lose their grip in the centre of the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arteta took full advantage, pressing high and cutting off passing lanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the relentless pressure from Kai and Ramsey, supported by Chamberlain and Coquelin with overlapping runs, Leeds were forced backward. They couldn't break through the midfield wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they resorted to long balls, Arsenal's numerical advantage nullified them quickly since Leeds were pinned in their box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Leeds weren't afraid to gamble. They launched aggressive attacks with short passes, trying to play through the press, knowing they needed to take risks if they wanted to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Arsenal gave them no space to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai and Chamberlain closed in from both sides, stealing the ball clean off Maik.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai picked it up, and Arteta dropped back to offer support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kai didn't pass. He looked past Arteta, scanning the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Arsenal's strikers begin their runs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, Kai planted his foot and fired a diagonal pass—forty metres through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arshavin sprinted into position. The ball curved perfectly, landing right at the angle for a cross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Leeds defender lunged to intercept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Arshavin reacted instantly, meeting the ball and whipping it across the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It flew toward the penalty area, where Henry had timed his run to perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Leeds keeper rushed forward, diving to cut off the angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry's right foot twitched ever so slightly, and chipped it clean over the keeper's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight into the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>67th minute—Henry scored his second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran toward the corner flag, cupped a hand to his ear, and faced the roaring crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HENRY!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HENRY!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HENRY!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And Thierry Henry with the second goal to seal the win! Absolute class from the Frenchman,\" the commentator shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the stands, some fans were on their feet, stomping on their chair, completely unhinged with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were losing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry was once again shining as Arsenal's crown jewel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chants were deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry! Henry! Henry!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced over at his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billy was shouting Henry's name like a madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kevin pouted and mumbled, \"But it was Kai's play…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the steal to the long diagonal pass—it had all started with Kai. Why was no one chanting his name?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he's new?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kevin loved Arsenal, but he didn't feel the same connection to Henry as the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't grown up watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Kevin, Henry was like a figure from a school textbook. A legend, sure—but not his legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, the real change at Arsenal came with Kai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No goals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No assists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his impact was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the sidelines, Wenger rubbed his chin, a wry smile on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The wait was worth it,\" he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't expected Kai to perform like this in his debut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stats said it all—three clean tackles, four interceptions, one key offensive contribution, and a goal setup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rare for any debutant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kai had shown he had the heart for big matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, with Henry stealing the spotlight, Kai remained a supporting act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leeds' morale plummeted after the second goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one scored again before full-time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whistle blew—Kai's first official appearance was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed the others back toward the tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was some applause from the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai didn't think much of it—he knew it wasn't for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as he stepped into the tunnel, the applause suddenly swelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap clap clap clap clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around—Henry had already gone in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the cheers stayed, mixed with whistles and shouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, mate! Brilliant performance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Top-notch defending!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Number Four! I'll be back to watch your next match—keep it up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You did that shirt proud! Never lose that steel and grit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai looked up—fans were leaning over the rails, applauding and cheering him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Henry's night. It was supposed to be a forgettable debut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these fans had seen what he'd done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai grinned, raised a fist, and pumped it toward the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheers intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Kai, bathed in applause, finally turned and walked down the tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2011\u002F12 FA Cup – Third Round: Arsenal 2–0 Leeds United. Gunners advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW AND SOME STONES.\u003C\u002Fp>",1273,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.211Z",1,"novelbin.me","48aa5d6f30df55b059a2bda7140e831cb0cfde9a703d4b469eaaf85de5d5fa99","foresight-chapter-33","foresight-chapter-31",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]