[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-43":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},1847441,2452,"Chapter 43 43: Season Opener: Arsenal vs Sunderland ( Born For This)","foresight-chapter-43",43,"\u003Cp>[Le Lai's image]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the second half, the situation didn't improve—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It got worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal looked paralyzed in defense, and because of it, the players didn't dare to attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What on earth was going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frustrated shouts erupted from the stands. Arsenal fans were furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd never seen their team look this lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Uruguayan, whom they had pinned their hopes on, showed flashes of quality, but what about the rest? Dead weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cesc Fabregas had said he wanted results and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That still stung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Van Persie claimed he needed a better partner and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stung even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Alexander Song followed Fabregas to Barcelona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fans weren't even angry about that one. They saw it as trimming the fat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But watching this match now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dreadful game?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't just losing players—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were losing the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or worse: the future had betrayed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything they were seeing screamed one harsh truth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone who left? They might've been right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you wanted to win, you had to leave Arsenal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no light here anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that realization?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hit Arsenal fans like a punch to the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't even full-time yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the cracks were plain to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The defense was falling apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was crap. Absolute crap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a flurry of faces flashed in their minds—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vieira, Pires, Lehmann, Campbell\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Song, who had just left, was better than this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those players were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what was left?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right—Ramsey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They still had Ramsey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramsey!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramsey!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramsey!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates echoed with the fans' desperate chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were crying out for a savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't know if Ramsey could save them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at least it was better than doing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed a change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bench, Ramsey looked stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never imagined the day would come when the fans would call his name like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sent a rush of adrenaline through him—he wanted to leap onto the pitch right there and become the hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly composed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't that guy. Not today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew what came next—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he went on and played badly, the cheers would turn to jeers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of pressure? He couldn't handle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head and glanced toward the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger had called for him to warm up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai was already on his feet, jacket off, ready for battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bench watched Kai silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their hearts, they knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This could be his moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some people are born for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai began his sideline routine, stretching out his shoulders, hips, arms, and wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd was still chanting for Ramsey, but Kai didn't seem to hear them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced up toward the field again and again, eyes locked onto the game, reading the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His job: defend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Kai returned to the bench, it was already the 67th minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still 1–1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunderland were riding high on a wave of counterattacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had to stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, from the sideline, Pat Rice signaled to the fourth official. A substitution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked up to Kai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You ready?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's eyes were steely. \"Always.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\" Pat smiled, clapping him on the shoulder. \"Stabilize the defense. Push forward if you see the chance. Trust your instincts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd learned something about Kai. He had a knack for reading the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat gave him a firm slap on the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it fired Kai up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Diaby came off looking exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai gave him a high-five and jogged onto the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fans remembered him from last season—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The No. 4 jersey. A glimpse of hope. A sign of promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this? This was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he rise to the occasion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wenger's final substitution is Kai,\" Ian Darke noted. \"Promising young lad from the few matches he played. We'll see if this is the right call.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai had great defensive numbers in a few appearances last season,\" added Steve McManaman. \"Let's hope for Arsenal's sake he brings that same form tonight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal's number four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just a number. A symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some felt it was too much to hand it to a teenager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too heavy a burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as Kai stepped onto the field, he felt the weight of over 60,000 eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single mistake—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they'd tear into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't shrink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt... excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry had stolen the show during his debut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Kai had a shot at redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he played well, he'd earn the fans' trust instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he faltered?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This night would haunt him forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a moment of truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai took his position without a word. He didn't greet anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure? Real. Crushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was exactly this kind of pressure that forged heroes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beijing, China.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the Sina Sports studio, Zhan Jun was animated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai! Wenger's going with Kai. I didn't expect to see him in the season opener.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Lu chuckled. \"He was impressive at the end of last season—great numbers in limited minutes. But is it wise to put a teenager into this situation?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhan Jun nodded. \"That's the question. If he handles this, he could become a regular starter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang added, \"Good luck then to the young man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the live chat exploded with support for their countryman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Emirates Stadium, London]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that surrounded him were eyes—skeptical, expectant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better that than boos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai took a deep breath and tuned into the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunderland were building again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai moved forward, but the pass came too early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't flinch. He hovered around the center circle, waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunderland dropped the ball back to reset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their striker, Sessegnon, eyed Kai and thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A teenager?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe this was the weak link he could exploit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as he began plotting, Kai suddenly turned and bolted toward Arsenal's box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—cheers from the crowd—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long ball was sailing over the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McClean was already sprinting after it at full tilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gibbs tried to hold his ground, waiting for the ball to drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he miscalculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step too far, and he lost his positioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McClean barged past him, surging into the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he got to the ball, it'd be a clean shot on goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stadium held its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vermaelen swore, moving from his centre-back position to clean up the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a red-and-white blur streaked across the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flew toward the ball, launching himself into a perfectly-timed sliding tackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McClean had almost reached it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already imagining the goal. The crowd. The celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's foot crushed the turf and blasted the ball clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just a clearance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He launched it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McClean hit the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, thousands of jaws dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the northeast corner, the view was perfect—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai charging in like a car, slamming into the tackle, sending the ball into orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got up, took two steps to balance himself, then raised his fists and roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai let it all out—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension, the pressure, the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darke finally found his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a tackle! Beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was brilliant by Kai,\" McManaman added. \"Wenger's side nearly conceded another goal. McClean was just about to bury the dagger in Arsenal's heart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Applause exploded across the stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates roared with a new kind of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW AND SOME STONES.\u003C\u002Fp>",1252,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.211Z",1,"novelbin.me","658b78ca7f4becf40db7eb6fef4cada811f0ce29545bc5801ff9cb89de53eb8d","foresight-chapter-44","foresight-chapter-42",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]