FORESIGHT Chapter 229 229: The Speech

Novel: FORESIGHT Author: GRANDMAESTA30 Updated: Jun 04, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 229 229: The Speech from FORESIGHT, a Action novel by GRANDMAESTA30.

Wenger stood at the exit, his gaze fixed on Kai, who was still standing tall on the roof of the car.

Surrounded by fans, the 20-year-old had completely won over all of Arsenal.

"ARSENAL!!!"

Even inside the office building, staff who hadn't gone ho yet leaned out of their windows, arms raised, cheering along with the fans below.

The entire Colney complex was shaking with energy.

Pat Rice, normally calm and reserved, couldn't help but join in the cheering.

He couldn't rember the last ti he'd seen Arsenal this alive — this united.

The passion had reached a fever pitch, erupting like a volcano.

Pat turned to Wenger, eyes gleaming. "He's not going to be another Vieira, Arsène. I promise you that. He's going to be the most legendary captain in Arsenal's history. He's given this team its soul."

Wenger smiled faintly, watching Kai with quiet pride.

"Perhaps," he murmured, "my greatest contribution to Arsenal was bringing Kai here."

Pat cupped his ear. "What was that?"

Wenger chuckled, shaking his head. The laugh grew louder until it beca a full, hearty laugh that carried over the noise of the crowd.

The Premier League!

They could feel it — everyone at Arsenal.

From the manager to the kitman, from the players to the fans outside — they all believed.

They would fight. They would endure.

At that mont, Wenger's heart was filled with confidence.

...

Two days later, May 11th arrived — the final round of the Premier League season.

The match everyone had been waiting for: Arsenal versus Chelsea — the title decider at Emirates Stadium.

Thousands of Arsenal and Chelsea supporters poured into North London, flooding the streets in a sea of red and blue.

To keep things under control, police were deployed across the city. Barricades lined key junctions, separating rival fans and preventing clashes — though a few scuffles still broke out, leading to several arrests.

Around the Emirates, the atmosphere was already on fire.

Hours before kick-off, both sets of supporters were singing at the top of their lungs, chanting and trading taunts back and forth.

Many Chelsea fans didn't even have tickets but ca anyway — standing outside, hoping to be part of the mont.

Arsenal had allocated only 5,000 away tickets. Chelsea's owner, Roman Abramovich, wasn't happy.

"Arsenal are being unsporting!" he complained to the press.

Arsenal's official response was simple: they were prioritizing their own fans.

And the supporters agreed. Ticket prices might have been steep, but no one wanted to miss this.

This was the ga — the match that would decide the title.

At 4 p.m., both team buses arrived almost at the sa ti.

The street outside the stadium erupted.

"Go on, Arsenal!"

"Chelsea! Chelsea!"

"Arsenal! Never give up!"

"Chelsea are the champions!"

The air was filled with chants and counter-chants, red and blue banners waving furiously.

One by one, the players stepped off their buses to thunderous cheers.

Then, as Kai erged last from Arsenal's coach, the noise hit another level entirely.

"Kai!!!"

The entire Arsenal section exploded, fans screaming his na like a war cry.

He might not have had the global fa of Suarez or other stars, but to these supporters, Kai was everything — the heart, the captain, the symbol of Arsenal's fight.

To them, Arsenal could lose anyone — but not Kai.

"This is Sky Sports live from the Emirates," said Martin Taylor in the comntary box, his voice buzzing with energy. "And I tell you what, Alan, it feels like we're sitting on top of a volcano here tonight!"

Alan Smith laughed. "You can feel it through the headset, Martin! This atmosphere is absolutely unreal — the place is rocking!"

The caras panned across the stadium, capturing the bouncing stands. The fans were jumping in unison, their chants rolling like thunder through the air.

"The stage is set," Taylor continued. "This is it — the final day of the 2013–2014 Premier League season. Matchday 38. Arsenal versus Chelsea — and the title cos down to this one ga."

"No one expected it to go this far," added Smith. "The title race right to the wire, and it's a head-to-head at the Emirates. You couldn't script it any better."

"Both sides are carrying a few scars," Taylor noted. "Suarez's injury has hit Arsenal hard, while Chelsea are missing Lampard and Fabregas — so it's even in terms of setbacks. But what a showdown this promises to be."

As he spoke, caras showed staff carrying a large podium to the players' tunnel. They set it down and carefully placed the Premier League trophy — gleaming, crowned, and wrapped in neutral ribbons of red and blue on each side of the handles respectively— on top.

"Oh, look at that," said Taylor, excitent in his tone. "The Premier League trophy is already here at the Emirates. It's ready to be handed out tonight — whichever way this goes."

Smith chuckled. "That's motivation right there, Martin. You can bet both teams have clocked it already."

Indeed, during warm-ups, players from both sides couldn't help glancing toward the trophy.

Kai stood before it for a long mont, his expression unreadable, before turning and jogging back to his teammates.

After the warm-up, both sides retreated to their dressing rooms.

Outside, the fans were still trading chants, but Arsenal's crowd clearly held the upper hand.

"Arsenal! Go on, Arsenal!"

"Forward, Gunners!"

"Champions! Arsenal are the champions!"

In the East Stand, Billy waved a massive flag so fiercely that it nearly hit the fans behind him.

Beside him, adows was red-faced, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Louder! Co on! Drown them out!"

Their roars rged with those of the thousands around them, filling the stands with energy.

...

In Arsenal's locker room, Vermaelen had just finished his speech when he turned and called Kai forward.

He knew his own limits — he wasn't the type to stir emotions. That was Kai's domain.

And sure enough, before Kai even said a word, the room began to buzz. His teammates started cheering and clapping, their adrenaline kicking in the mont he stepped up.

Vermaelen could only smile helplessly.

Kai stood at the centre of the room, slowly scanning the faces around him. His tone was steady but heavy with purpose.

"Guys," he began, "after everything we've been through this season, we've finally reached this mont. The trophy is right there — within our grasp."

He paused, his eyes sharp and voice rising.

"We've endured frustration, disappointnt, and doubt. But tonight… it ends. We're the ones who'll change it!"

Kai clenched his fist. "Let's bring back the trophy Arsenal has been chasing for a decade! It's ours for the taking!"

He turned and pointed toward the tunnel. "Out there — that's where we'll write our nas into history! Think about it — our victory, our colours, red and white ribbons on that trophy!"

The room erupted into shouts.

Kai raised his voice above the noise. "Everyone's watching us. For ourselves, for the fans, and for Arsenal — let's go win this!"

He turned toward Szczęsny. "Wojciech, keep your focus. You're our last line — don't lose your head."

Szczęsny nodded, his expression serious.

"Defenders," Kai continued, "stay disciplined. Don't bite too early. Captain, lead from the back!"

Vermaelen gave a firm nod. "Got it."

"Cazorla, Flamini — the middle's yours. Control it, dominate it, and keep the ball moving."

Then his tone hardened as he looked toward the forwards. "You lot — finish the job. No rcy. This is a title decider. Only the winner gets to smile at the end!"

He took a deep breath and stretched his arm forward. "Co on. Bring it in!"

The players gathered around him, forming a tight circle with their hands stacked together. Their faces were tense, determined.

Kai's voice dropped low. "Stay calm. No rash moves. Talk to each other. Play with your hearts — and keep your heads. Got it?"

"Yeah!!!" the team roared back.

Kai nodded, then shouted, "Right then — let's fire up! It's ti!"

Their energy hit a peak.

"Arsenal!" Kai roared.

"Arsenal!" the players shouted back.

Their voices echoed through the dressing room as their hands slamd down and shot up together.

By the ti Kai turned for the tunnel, the room was electric — pure fire and focus.

...

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