FORESIGHT

"Kai!!!!!! Goal!!!"

"What a strike!!"

"A stunning curling effort a distance from the 18-yard box — it bends beautifully into the top corner!"

Martin Taylor's voice, almost cracking with excitement, echoed across the Sky Sports broadcast.

Alan Smith was no calmer. "Oh, that is simply sensational! A young man stepping up on the biggest stage, and what a way to do it — that's his first long-range goal for Arsenal!"

Inside the Emirates, it was absolute bedlam. Red and white scarves swung wildly, thousands of fans roaring Kai's name, their joy thundering across the stadium.

Down by the touchline, Arsène Wenger and his assistant Pat Rice had sprung to their feet, both of them celebrating in rare unison. Wenger, usually so composed, punched the air with a clenched fist.

"Goal!" Wenger shouted, his face lighting up.

Pat Rice echoed him, grinning broadly. "It's in! We've finally got one from range!"

The significance wasn't lost on either of them. At the start of the season, Wenger had given Kai the freedom to shoot from distance — an investment that had brought frustration in earlier matches, with wayward efforts in the league and Champions League alike. But persistence had paid off tonight.

"This," Wenger muttered to Pat Rice over the roar of the crowd, "is a turning point. Arsenal's attack just gained another weapon."

Kai, still sprinting along the touchline in unbridled joy, thumped the badge on his chest, arms wide as he soaked up the adoration. The chants of his name rolled like waves through the stands.

For the supporters, he had become more than just a player in two short years. The Chinese midfielder was their warrior — relentless in his effort, fearless in the challenge, and now, the scorer of a wonder goal against one of their fiercest rivals. At the Emirates, Kai had truly become their darling.

"Ohhhhhh Kai, Kai, he's our pride!

Born to fight in red and white!

Pass or strike, he makes 'em cry,

Arsenal's star—our boy Kai!

(clap-clap, clap-clap-clap)

Our boy Kai!

(clap-clap, clap-clap-clap)

Our boy Kai!"

Thunderous applause rattled the rafters, and somewhere amidst the chaos, Cesc Fàbregas stood frozen. The cheers felt like echoes from his own past — he, too, had once been adored like this, a talisman in red and white. But tonight, in blue, the memories twisted into a bitter reminder. His expression hardened, knowing Wenger had closed the door on his return. Arsenal had moved on, and there was no place for him here anymore.

Back in the dugout, Wenger's sharp eyes followed Kai's celebration before he leaned slightly toward Pat Rice.

"I think we need to bring the plan forward," Wenger said quietly, but firmly.

Pat looked round, still half caught in the celebrations. "What plan?"

"From January," Wenger replied after a pause, "I want to start handing some of the playmaking duties to Kai. Not always, not in every match — but he needs to take that responsibility now."

Pat raised an eyebrow, frowning slightly. "Isn't that a bit soon? Arteta's still central to this side…"

Wenger shook his head, calm but resolute. "I'll speak to Mikel. He still has his role. But the team's future — the rhythm, the direction — it has to grow around Kai. We can all see it. It's time."

Pat didn't argue. He too felt the excitement of what Arsenal could become. A new core was emerging, and tonight was proof of it.

The first-half goal gave Arsenal exactly the edge they needed. Chelsea was on the back foot, forced to chase. Yet Wenger's men remained disciplined, closing ranks, slowing the tempo, and focusing on protecting their lead into half-time.

Chelsea, for all their resilience under José Mourinho, looked unusually blunt. Fàbregas bustled tirelessly, but each attempt to thread passes forward was cut short by Arsenal's relentless pressing. Kai, Flamini, and the centre-backs hunted in packs, snapping at every loose ball.

By the halftime whistle, the scoreboard read 1–0 to Arsenal. The Emirates erupted again, while the players trotted down the tunnel, sweat pouring, lungs burning.

Inside the Chelsea dressing room, Mourinho's mood was dark. His reputation for pragmatism was well-earned, and while his early Chelsea sides had thrived on sharp attacking play, his years in Italy had honed a different edge. Inter taught him the value of control, of defensive solidity. In Madrid, he'd perfected the quick transition. Now, back in London, his instincts told him to tighten up, to stabilize.

But it came at a cost. Chelsea's buildup looked rigid, predictable, relying too heavily on Fàbregas to dictate. And with the Spaniard dropping deep, often with his back to goal, Arsenal's midfield press suffocated him.

Mourinho's brow furrowed. His eyes flicked toward Ramires, who had been poor, erratic in possession, and late in challenges. Mourinho needed the Brazilian to disrupt Arsenal like Kai was disrupting Chelsea. Tonight, though, it wasn't happening.

Finally, Mourinho snapped. "David!" he barked, turning toward the bench.

David Luiz's head shot up.

"Warm up," Mourinho ordered.

A hush fell across the Chelsea dressing room. The players exchanged glances. Luiz was unpredictable — part defender, part midfielder, a wild card Mourinho rarely gambled with in such matches.

Now, nobody was sure who he'd be replacing.

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Inside Arsenal's dressing room at half-time, Wenger pulled Kai aside with a rare smile.

"Well done, magnifique," he said, patting him on the shoulder. "That long-range strike was just what we needed. Keep that confidence in the second half. Don't be afraid to try again when the moment is right."

Kai nodded firmly, sweat still dripping down his temples, the adrenaline of the goal coursing through him.

Wenger turned back to the group and clapped his hands sharply. "Alright, boys, heads up. We can't afford to switch off. Mourinho knows he's under pressure — expect him to tighten their defence and hit back on the counter. That means concentration, every single minute!"

The players responded with a collective shout of agreement. No substitutions were made. Wenger's decision to keep the lineup unchanged was telling — he was clearly satisfied with what he had seen in the first half.

..

Back on the Sky Sports commentary desk, the analysts were quick to weigh in.

Alan Smith leaned forward, his voice firm. "Chelsea is in real trouble here. Mourinho has to find a solution. Currently, Arsenal is sharper than them in both attack and defense. If it continues like this, Chelsea's chances of mounting any sort of comeback will vanish."

Martin Taylor added with equal conviction, "And look at Kai — he's been a nightmare for Chelsea to contain. Not only is he pressing Fabregas out of the game, but he's also giving Arsenal an extra attacking option. We knew he could hold the ball, but tonight he's added that threat from distance. That long-range goal has completely unsettled Chelsea."

Alan Smith nodded. "Exactly. You can see Mourinho's frustration. Arsenal have found a way to stretch Chelsea's defensive line. And once Kai mixes those passes with the odd strike from range, you can't sit back and predict what he'll do. That unpredictability is priceless."

As the cameras cut back to the tunnel, the players of both sides emerged for the second half. The crowd roared once more. Mourinho followed his men out, his face like stone, his mind clearly racing.

He hadn't expected this sudden leap in Kai's game. Of course, it hadn't appeared from nowhere. The warning signs had been there in recent matches — flashes of composure, testing shots from distance. But now, on a night like this, it had crystallized into something more dangerous.

..

The second half kicked off, and Arsenal immediately pressed forward. Within minutes, Kai was at it again, shifting the ball neatly before unleashing another strike from just outside the box.

This time, the shot whistled narrowly over the bar. Close — too close.

As the ball flew into the stands, Petr Čech turned and bellowed at his defenders, his gloves slicing through the air.

"Close him down! Don't let him shoot! Damn!"

Chelsea's back line exchanged anxious glances. The pressure was mounting. Now, every time Kai picked up possession around the edge of the penalty area, blue shirts swarmed toward him.

But the problem for Chelsea was obvious: Kai wasn't always looking to shoot. Sometimes he released the ball wide, linking with the flanks, switching play, keeping Arsenal's attack flowing. The unpredictability was suffocating.

The clock ticked toward seventy minutes, and Mourinho finally made his move.

Ramires, struggling all night, was hooked. In came David Luiz.

"Interesting," remarked Martin Taylor. "Luiz straight into midfield. Mourinho's shoring up that central space, trying to choke Arsenal's rhythm."

Alan Smith chuckled. "Well, call it a holding midfielder if you like, but in truth, it's a back five. Chelsea is closing shop."

The change had an impact — Arsenal's momentum was checked, their patterns disrupted. But the trade-off was clear. Chelsea's attacking threat all but disappeared. Fabregas, already suffocated, found himself dropping deeper and deeper, further away from the areas where he could truly hurt his former club.

Each time he tried to wriggle free or turn to play a forward ball, Arsenal's midfield closed in. Fouls, tackles, pressing in pairs — he had no breathing room.

Minutes drained away. The frustration on Chelsea's faces grew with each failed attack, each Arsenal interception.

By the time the final whistle blew, the Emirates was a cauldron of noise. Arsenal had held firm, securing a hard-fought 1–0 victory over their London rivals.

"Magnificent from Arsenal," said Alan Smith, his voice almost drowned out by the roar of the fans. "They've shown maturity, discipline, and that extra touch of brilliance when it mattered."

Martin Taylor concluded, "A statement win in the 2013/14 season. Arsenal beat Chelsea by a single goal to nil — Kai the difference-maker on the night, and you can sense something shifting in this team. They're growing, they're believing, and with results like this, you have to take them seriously."

Alan Smith added with a smile, "And for Chelsea, it's back to the drawing board. Mourinho's men leave the Emirates frustrated. But for Arsenal, the dream goes on."

The final score: Arsenal 1, Chelsea 0.

The winning streak continued.