[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-64":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},1847612,2452,"Chapter 64 64: Arsenal vs Manchester United 4","foresight-chapter-64",64,"\u003Cp>\"Guys, make some noise! Come on!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, goals are great—but brilliant defense? That's electric too!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From the brink of collapse to a miracle save—unbelievable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He said no to United's goal. He said no to destiny!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need more noise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meadows with a megaphone and his group kept pumping up the crowd, took a deep breath, and shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me hear it! Loud as you can—call his name!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai!! KAI!! KAI!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stadium erupted. Arms in the air. Voices raw from screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had ever felt this level of sheer madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, Arsenal's fire had been lit—and a teenager struck the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And nothing would stop that obsession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Kai was a hero to every Arsenal supporter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Los Angeles, USA.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matt Damon sat frozen in front of the TV. On screen, Kai roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments earlier, all hope seemed lost. And then, Kai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai dragged the team from despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mouth slightly open, Damon stood, grabbed his phone, turned it on, and hit dial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey! What's up, man?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want Kai's match-worn jersey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The jersey! The one he wore tonight! I don't care what it costs. I swear—this is a legendary moment. Arsenal just found their star!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you nuts?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! I'm serious—I need that jersey!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, alright... I'll ask him. But it's not my call.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai was mobbed by his teammates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dude, incredible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You saved us, man!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two huge blocks back-to-back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They didn't score—we've still got a chance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai, pinned under the pile, suddenly winced. Something was stinging his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey—guys, off me. Something's not right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The players quickly backed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Direct hit from Rooney's shot—there was concern he might've taken damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, a cut on Kai's forehead was bleeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vermaelen flagged the ref instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee paused the game and waved over the medical team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary, the team doctor, rushed over to check Kai's condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held up three fingers. \"How many?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Levin pulled out a medical flashlight, checked Kai's pupils, then nodded. \"We'll need to scan you later—but for now, you're done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai frowned. \"No way. I'm not finished yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're bleeding. You can't keep going like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've got hemostatic staples, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary looked reluctant. \"You want to use that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai nodded. \"Do it. Quick. I'm not coming off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sigh, Levin pulled out the stapler-like device. He pinched the skin together and clicked three quick times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he cleaned the area with alcohol, wrapped gauze around Kai's head, and handed him a clean jersey from the kit bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai blinked. \"You carry spares too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pat told me to,\" Gary muttered. \"Said you'd need it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai grinned, peeled off the blood-soaked shirt, tossed it aside, and pulled on the fresh one. He sprinted to the sideline, signaling he was good to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No headers!\" Gary called after him. \"That wound could burst again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it!\" Kai shouted back without breaking stride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match resumed. Bandaged but undeterred, Kai stepped back onto the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted into applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had earned it—with his fearless play, with his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai is back. Arsenal can't be without him now,\" Ian Darke said from the commentary booth. \"He's just 18 years and ten months old, but he's holding this defense together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal supporters nodded along with every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai had proved, again and again, that he could be trusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, though, he went beyond that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became a warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at him! Gauze around his head—still going!\" one fan shouted in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another sighed in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And they're not afraid of anyone. Not even United today! They're going toe-to-toe like madmen! F**king luv it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manchester United's triple-shot barrage hadn't hit the net, and their momentum took a hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But United were still United.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They always came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai knew that too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the clock ticked toward the 80th minute, United launched wave after wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's workload got heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath it all, he was getting mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was their home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And United were acting like they owned the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BUMP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai collided with Van Persie. Both stumbled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On TV, Van Persie looked lean. But in person? The man was built like a tank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai had a slight edge in this situation. Even while losing balance, he managed to twist mid-fall, crossed his left and right legs, and struck the ball cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both players went down at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"F**k!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Van Persie slammed the turf in frustration, but Kai didn't even glance his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed himself up quickly and sprinted back toward the center circle to cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arteta had joined the attack, leaving the defensive duties to Kai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal's offensive rhythm was flowing well now. The players weren't shying away from physical contact anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle in the final third was fierce, brutal, and even. Kai noticed the referee had brought the whistle to his lips multiple times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the chance—Arsenal forced a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey! Up top!\" Arteta called, motioning for Kai to join the aerial challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai took off immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His assigned spot was central—not necessarily to score, but to act as a decoy, draw defenders, and clear space for teammates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arteta stepped up to take the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's eyes scanned the box. At the same time, he jostled for position, engaging in shoulder-to-shoulder battles in the packed crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the chaos, he even felt someone pinching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whistle blew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arteta delivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball curled into the area in a high arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suarez went up first, clashing with several United players. He got a touch, just enough to redirect the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai had already started drifting toward the back post due to his Foresight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes were locked on the cluster fighting in the center. No one noticed him slipping away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached the far post and leapt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a high jump, but it was perfectly timed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Suarez gets a piece of it—it's falling to Kai!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal fans rose halfway from their seats, fists clenched, breath caught in their chests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw him, Kai, in the air, twisting his head toward the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was wide and clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball skimmed the post and dropped into the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>De Gea didn't even move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The net rippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>85th minute. Arsenal scored again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From trailing to pulling ahead—two goals in a flash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bedlam. Absolute bedlam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those half-sitting fans now leapt to their feet, arms raised, pouring their voices into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From equalizing to leading—it all felt unreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were beating Manchester United. At home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Red Devils? They were leaving empty-handed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai landed and whipped his head around—just to make sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes. It was in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and charged toward the corner flag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms stretched wide, face twisted with emotion, white gauze now tinged crimson from his reopened cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of it mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were in front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had scored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai reached the corner, jumped, came down hard, and pounded his chest with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on! Let's hear it! Where are the cheers?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WAAAAHHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd answered with a roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the stands, fans leaned over the barriers, stretching out their arms like they were trying to grab him, to connect with the man who just made their dream real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise surged through the stadium like a hurricane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment, Kai stood alone, every eye on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared into the crowd, blood on his brow, fire in his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warrior in the heart of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bloody, glorious fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please leave a review and some stones.\u003C\u002Fp>",1259,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.491Z",1,"novelbin.me","533b68a9aaad2aa5899f86b066a703c131727bc0c1b29689b7841164e607f137","foresight-chapter-65","foresight-chapter-63",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]