[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-start-with-r9-template":3,"chapter-start-with-r9-template-start-with-r9-template-chapter-92":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Start with R9 Template",{"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},1388907,1840,"Chapter 92 - 92","start-with-r9-template-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>The Emirates Stadium, 8th Minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match resumed, but the dynamic had shifted tectonically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manchester United weren't just playing; they were hunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The players chased relentlessly, their pressing fierce and coordinated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each tackle felt like a life-or-death struggle, a battle for every inch of North London turf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal, usually so composed in possession, immediately fell into disarray. They lacked the ability to play out from the back under such intense pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their defense and attack were disconnected, rendering them powerless to counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexis Sánchez and Mesut Özil were forced to drop deep, abandoning their attacking posts to help build a defensive structure that was crumbling by the second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Alexandre Lacazette remained up front, struggling alone against three United center-backs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he was a talented French striker, he was not Thierry Henry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lacked the blistering pace to stretch the defense or the dribbling to beat three men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a pivot, a finisher, but today, he was an island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>8th Minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a series of nervous, scrappy passes, the ball landed at the feet of Granit Xhaka deep in the Arsenal half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jesse Lingard, tireless and annoying, quickly closed in to press.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jeremy Ling and Romelu Lukaku moved in sync, cutting off the passing lanes to the wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xhaka, panicked, had no choice but to pass backward toward Shkodran Mustafi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lingard didn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed the ball, harrying Mustafi, forcing a heavy touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He regained possession with sheer persistence and immediately laid it off to Lukaku in the center circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, Arsenal's defensive line was in complete disarray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mustafi was out of position. Monreal was wide. Koscielny was isolated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a vast, empty no-man's-land in the center of the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pass it and it's done!!!\" Ling raised his hand, shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice cutting through the crowd noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, he made a quick, decisive diagonal run behind Aaron Ramsey, ghosting into the space between the midfield and defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the shout, Lukaku perked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a delicate touch of his left foot—surprising for a man of his size—he pushed the ball forward, delivering a precise through pass that split the Arsenal defense wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling's mind was as calm as ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his head quickly to assess the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laurent Koscielny was the closest defender, charging from the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the captain, the most threatening defender Arsenal had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If I get past him... it's just Cech.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Koscielny was no pushover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several seasons of refinement in the Premier League, he had developed into a top-tier center-back with excellent anticipation and timing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew he couldn't let Ling turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he chose to take the initiative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw himself into a fierce, sliding tackle, aiming to win the ball before Ling could settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The timing and distance were impeccable. It should have been a clean tackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed as if Ling had already planned his next move before the ball even arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't trap it. He didn't shield it. His right foot abruptly flicked upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chipped the rolling ball gently into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The touch was soft, deliberate, and devastatingly beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Dennis Bergkamp Flick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after flicking the ball over the sliding Koscielny's legs, Ling leaped into the air, hurdling the defender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Koscielny instinctively looked up from the grass, his eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was unable to believe what he was seeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt utterly at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'How could he possibly have read my intentions?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Arsenal team would pay the price for his reckless commitment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petr Cech didn't freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veteran goalkeeper quickly rushed out of his goal, diving toward the bouncing ball without hesitation, trying to smother the danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was old. He was 35.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time had eroded his former brilliance, his explosive speed off the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that split second, the difference between the rising star and the fading legend was stark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After landing, Ling seamlessly transitioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't shoot immediately. He dropped his shoulder, feinting to go left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cech bought it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He committed his weight. Ling tapped the ball to the right, leaving Cech grasping at thin air, before calmly slotting the ball into the empty net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>0-1!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Tyler: \"It's Ling... oh, the flick! That is cheeky! That is magnificent! He's over Koscielny... he's round Cech... and he rolls it in! MANCHESTER UNITED LEAD!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary Neville: (Laughing in disbelief) \"That is absolutely scandalous! To do that at the Emirates? That little dink over the tackle? That is Dennis Bergkamp! He has just 'Bergkamp-ed' Arsenal! What a start for United!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates Stadium fell silent for half a second, stunned by the audacity of the goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the away corner erupted into thunderous cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manchester United fans tore off their scarves and waved them excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ling has done it again—he beat cech out of all goalkeepers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I bet the bookies would shut down betting the moment they see him one-on-one! He never misses!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Absolutely brilliant, our new Number 7!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Arsenal fans fell into a depressed silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had come into the match with high hopes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A win would narrow the gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this goal had come far too quickly, shattering their confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once again, a thought that had surfaced countless times before resurfaced:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Is it time?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some extreme fans pulled out banners they had prepared in advance from their pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WENGER OUT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After scoring, Ling first leaped high into the air, punching the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he sprinted toward the touchline, extending his hands toward the technical area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well done!\" Mourinho, beaming, enthusiastically high-fived him, praising him without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even someone as demanding as José considered this goal to be sheer perfection—brimming with the imaginative creativity he usually stifled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Coach, I feel in great form today!\" Ling shouted over the noise. \"Keep it up! Aim for two more! Kill them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away, Arsène Wenger watched the harmonious pair of mentor and disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart ached faintly. He thought of Cesc Fàbregas. That boy had been just as exceptional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as full of vigor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youngest goalscorer in Arsenal history, the leader of the team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, they had created beautiful football. But then... the betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden image flashed through Wenger's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a dimly lit office, Fàbregas hung his head, pleading with his mentor to approve his transfer to Barcelona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Seeing the hope on my player face... perhaps out of reluctance or disappointment, I signed the paper'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then Cesc went to Chelsea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, everything around Wenger seemed to blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt only the biting cold wind. He instinctively reached up to zip his long, padded jacket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled the zipper. It stuck. He pulled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several failed, fumbling attempts, captured mercilessly by the TV cameras, he gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently returned to the coach's bench, defeated by his coat and his rival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen was soon flooded with a blizzard of comments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@RedDevil_7: \"100% one-on-one scoring rate—who else can do that? The kid is ice cold!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@Gunner_Fan_TV: \"Sigh. The camera just panned to the sidelines. Young Ling and Mourinho were celebrating like father and son, while the Professor next to them looked utterly dejected. It hurts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@Football_Historian: \"The Professor must be thinking of Fabregas! It's the same energy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@Chelsea_Blue: \"Let me share a little secret: After Fabregas joined Chelsea, he never contacted Wenger again. Not even a text. And he said 'I love Mourinho more.' Brutal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@Wenger_Out_Brigade: \"The Professor forgot to zip up his pants again—it's so uncomfortable to watch. He can speak six languages but can't figure out a zipper. It's time to go, Arsène.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@Spurs_Official_Fan: \"Some things in life are inevitable: death, taxes, Arsenal collapsing in winter, and Wenger's unzipped fly. 😂\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back on the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Arsenal players exchanged uneasy glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petr Cech, the veteran, stepped up to rally his teammates, clapping his gloves together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on! Heads up! We go again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexis Sánchez, meanwhile, cast a deep, appraising glance at Ling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought it might be time to switch teams once his contract expired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manchester United had reached out to him during the summer transfer window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If I go there', Sánchez thought, watching Ling jog back to the center circle, 'I have to be better than him. I have to be the Number 7.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for now, the game restarted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal tried to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They pushed forward, desperate to equalize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But United were ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dropped into a compact shape, waiting to spring the trap again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nightmare Theatre had come to London.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read 30 chapters ahead and support me on patreon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon (.)com\u002FNewbietranslator\u003C\u002Fp>",1442,"2026-06-05T22:48:23.062Z",1,"novelbin.me","ae5b63b01ffd9f5b1ca234272abaa90702e2dc26c420a468f970763d16fc13bf","start-with-r9-template-chapter-93","start-with-r9-template-chapter-91",371,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstart-with-r9-template-cover.jpg"]