[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-start-with-r9-template":3,"chapter-start-with-r9-template-start-with-r9-template-chapter-95":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},1388910,1840,"Chapter 95 - 95","start-with-r9-template-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>The Emirates Stadium, 73rd Minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere at the Emirates had turned toxic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manchester United was pinned back, their defense creaking under wave after wave of Arsenal attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure was suffocating. And then, the fuse was lit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Granit Xhaka, the Arsenal midfielder, executed a neat feint, shielding the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paul Pogba, already frustrated by the lack of service and the intense marking, lost his cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a malicious intent to injure, but it was reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His studs were high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He missed the ball completely and landed squarely on the back of Xhaka's calf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xhaka instantly collapsed, howling in genuine pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being stepped on by metal studs with the full weight of a 6'3\" athlete is an indescribable agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a clear stamping foul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotions exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal players swarmed Pogba, shoving him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>United players rushed in to protect their talisman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jeremy Ling, despite being exhausted, sprinted forty yards to join the fray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the pitch, no matter the situation, you always back up your teammates first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed Hector Bellerin away from Pogba.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee blew his whistle frantically, separating the brawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Given the situation, it's at least a yellow card,\" Gary Neville muttered on commentary. \"But looking at the replay... oh, that's nasty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out the Red Card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pogba stared in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clapped his hands sarcastically, a gesture that would likely earn him an extended ban, and walked off the pitch, head bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Tyler: \"IT'S RED! POGBA IS OFF! He's walked! Manchester United are down to ten men!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary Neville: \"This is terrible news for United! They were already hanging on by a thread! Now, facing an Arsenal side that's on a rampage, being a man down for the remaining 20 minutes... it's going to be brutal out there. Holding on to this 2-1 lead seems impossible now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dressing room tunnel, Pogba kicked a water bottle against the wall, the sound echoing like a gunshot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his recklessness might have just cost Manchester United the three points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsène Wenger smelled blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately signaled the fourth official.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wenger makes a double substitution,\" Tyler announced. \"Replacing the injured Xhaka with Danny Welbeck, and Kolašinac with Olivier Giroud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That is aggressive,\" Neville noted. \"He's taking off a midfielder and a defender for two strikers. Arsenal is adding a focal point in the penalty area. They are going to bombard the box.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera panned to the United bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh? Mourinho isn't strengthening the defense?\" Neville sounded surprised. \"He's leaving Ling and Lingard up top? What is he waiting for? Where is Herrera? Where is Blind?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mourinho stood on the touchline, hands deep in his pockets, his face unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that rashly bringing on defensive players now would just invite more pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they camped in their own box for 20 minutes against Giroud, they would lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aerial threat was too great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he was gambling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was gambling that Manchester United could score one more goal on the break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the chaos subsided, the match resumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal continued their relentless offensive onslaught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quick passes and interchanges! Positional rotations! Overloads in the channels!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ling, usually indefatigable, felt his lungs burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped deeper, acting as a makeshift midfielder, chasing shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure on United's back three—Rojo, Smalling, Lindelof—was immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were too tired to speak, communicating only in grunts and points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They felt like small boats drifting in a vast ocean, battered by towering waves that threatened to capsize them at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the 76th minute. Alexis Sánchez, operating with manic energy, overpowered Antonio Valencia on the wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whipped in a vicious, inswinging cross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivier Giroud, fresh and strong, peeled off Marcos Rojo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He met the ball with a powerful, downward header.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball flew toward the bottom corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But David De Gea produced another miracle. He dove to his right, his wrist strong, tipping the ball away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebound fell to Danny Welbeck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former United striker smashed it goalward from six yards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>De Gea, still on the ground, threw a leg up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Block!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A BRILLIANT DOUBLE SAVE! DE GEA IS NOT HUMAN!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arsenal wins a corner... Sánchez delivers... Rojo heads it clear! Manchester United are hanging on for dear life!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the 83rd minute. Arsenal switched tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They abandoned the intricate passing and went for the jugular: a frantic crossing mode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bellerin, Monreal, Ozil—everyone was lofting the ball into the mixer for Giroud and Welbeck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they began to sense something amiss... Although they dominated possession (75% in the last 10 minutes), from a psychological standpoint, it was Manchester United's defense holding firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Wall was bending, but it wasn't breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal's mentality started to waver. Frustration crept in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began to rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being a man down, Manchester United held on for ten agonizing minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They adapted to the rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcos Rojo, playing on one leg after a knock, blocked another Bellerín cross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball ricocheted toward the left channel, into no-man's-land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaron Ramsey raced to control it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was tired. His touch was heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a face appeared in his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fierce blur of determination!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Jeremy Ling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was pushed to his absolute limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest was heaving, his face pale with exhaustion. But his eyes were burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasping for breath, his swinging arms conveyed not excitement, but a terrifying, primal ferocity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramsey, never the strongest at evading physical pressure, was caught off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling slammed into him, shoulder-to-shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a legal charge, but it felt like a car crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramsey was shoved aside, losing his balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Tyler: \"Ling! A brilliant steal! He must have covered 12 kilometers tonight, and he's still going! He wins it back in midfield!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary Neville: \"LOOK AT THE SPACE! Arsenal have committed everyone forward! It's a three-on-two!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Manchester United's counterattack!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal players immediately pressed to regain the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But having substituted Xhaka and Kolašinac, they lacked the midfielders to form a pressing trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The center of the pitch was empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing intense pressure from Nacho Monreal, Ling spotted a teammate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't pass; he stabbed the ball forward with his instep to Jesse Lingard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball shot out like an arrow, piercing through Arsenal's porous defensive line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"PASS IT BACK!\" Ling's hoarse cry echoed through the Emirates Stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't stop running. He sprinted past Monreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingard heard him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took one touch to draw Koscielny out, and then delivered the simplest, most perfect return pass into the space behind the defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a footrace. Ling exhausted the last ounce of strength in his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His studs dug fiercely into the turf, tearing up clods of earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud, thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each step, he didn't slow down; he erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The advertising boards in his peripheral vision blurred into obscurity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise of the crowd faded into a white hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more tricks were needed. No Bergkamp flicks. No feints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just raw, unadulterated speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hurricane seemed to sweep through the Emirates Stadium!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laurent Koscielny turned. He was haunted by the recklessness of his earlier challenge that led to the first goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated for a split second, opting for a conservative angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never expected Ling to be so unreasonable, To be so fast in the 85th minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, Ling had already surged past him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Koscielny spun around and sprinted desperately, his legs pumping, aiming to intercept him inside the penalty area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Koscielny was fast—one of the fastest center-backs in the league, clocking 35 km\u002Fh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ling was faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tens of thousands of fans held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood up. Their eyes were fixed intently on the sprinting young man in the black shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Older fans seemed to recall another Manchester United No. 7—a young Portuguese winger in 2009 against Arsenal in the Champions League semi-final—who had once torn through this very pitch with similarly blistering speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After forcefully bypassing his marker, Ling drove into the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was taut, teeth gritted, head lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing was ragged, painful gasps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the distance closed... Romelu Lukaku was screaming for the ball at the back post.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LING! SQUARE IT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petr Cech came out, spreading himself big.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling didn't square it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't look at Lukaku. He looked at the bottom corner. He planted his left foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was explosive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reverberated across the pitch, making everyone's heart skip a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball grazed Koscielny's desperate sliding toes. It brushed past Cech's fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It rocketed like a cannonball into the bottom right corner of the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1-3!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mourinho's jaw dropped as he stood frozen on the touchline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger's face was etched with astonishment and resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emirates Stadium fell into a deathly silence... save for the eruption from the away end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire world roared in celebration!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling didn't run. He didn't dance. He collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay powerless on the ground, his chest heaving violently, staring up at the London night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squinted slightly under the countless floodlights descending from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sweat-drenched, slightly long black hair dripped onto the emerald-green turf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Opportunities aren't just waited for,' he thought, his vision blurring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'They're seized.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long moment. The Red Devils fans, trembling with excitement as they gazed at the Manchester United No. 7 lying on the ground like a fallen soldier, erupted in deafening cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HAT-TRICK! HAT-TRICK! HAT-TRICK!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a goal worth its weight in gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A radiant, exhausted smile spread across Ling's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively spread his arms wide, lying on his back, greedily soaking in the cheers ringing out for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Manchester United teammates rushed over in a frenzy, piling on top of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A HAT-TRICK! YOU MADMAN!\" Lukaku screamed, grabbing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've never scored three in a single match against the Top 6 in my entire career! It's maddening how some people just have it all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ling, you did it! You really did it!\" Pogba, watching from the tunnel entrance, punched the wall in delight.\u003C\u002Fp>",1685,"2026-06-05T22:48:23.062Z",1,"novelbin.me","6150d4536700086f67a35e2c734cd21e8a1e5ccb80b7f30cb70fc21f9549c789","start-with-r9-template-chapter-96","start-with-r9-template-chapter-94",371,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstart-with-r9-template-cover.jpg"]