As two of the world's premier midfield maestros, Andrea Pirlo faced enormous pressure in his confrontation with Kai.
Pirlo's long-range passing was surgical in its precision, earning him the nickna, Il tronomo. His vision, set-piece delivery, and overall ga intelligence made him the player Arsenal feared most.
However, Pirlo also had clear vulnerabilities — a fragile physique and limited pace.
Juventus were expected to deploy the sa 4-3-1-2 system they had used against Real Madrid, with Pirlo as the deep-lying orchestrator at its heart.
The formation emphasised midfield dominance and control, but its centralised nature placed heavy defensive and offensive responsibility on the full-backs.
. .
Inside the Arsenal locker room, Arsène Wenger was reading out the starting lineup.
"Navas, Sagna, Mustafi, Koscielny, Gibbs."
Each player whose na was called stood a little taller, their faces showing a mixture of pride and nervous excitent. Starting in a Champions League final was a mont they would rember forever.
Wenger continued, "In midfield: Cazorla, Kai, and…"
His gaze swept across the room before settling softly. "Wilshere."
A brief silence fell, followed by understanding nods. Arsenal needed creativity and attacking thrust in midfield, and aside from Cazorla, Wilshere was the clearest option.
Wilshere himself looked stunned, hardly daring to believe it. He was starting in the Champions League final.
Wenger went on, "Kai will play in a more central role as our deep-lying playmaker."
Kai nodded. The manager had already discussed the tactical plan with him privately. He would be responsible for dictating the tempo, transitioning from defence to attack, while Cazorla and Wilshere focused on creativity and penetration.
Although the challenge of facing Pirlo was daunting, Kai accepted the responsibility without hesitation.
Wenger glanced at his watch and addressed the squad with quiet intensity.
"Gentlen, the Champions League final is about to begin. I don't think I need to say much more. You have all earned the right to be here, and I know each of you is ready."
He paused, his voice growing firr. "Arsenal have never won the Champions League. This is only our second appearance in the final."
Wenger pointed toward the corridor leading to the pitch, where the famous trophy awaited. "Go and take it."
Kai rose to his feet and roared, "Let's go!"
The players responded with loud, primal shouts as they filed out of the locker room — releasing tension and summoning courage for the battle ahead.
. . .
Both teams erged into the players' tunnel almost simultaneously. Kai found himself standing beside the legendary Gianluigi Buffon. At 37 years old, the Italian goalkeeper wore a look of steely determination. The only major honour missing from his glittering career was the Champions League trophy.
The television caras moved slowly down the tunnel, capturing each player. Kai and Wenger, leading the Arsenal line, were naturally the first to appear on screen.
Sky Sports Comntary
Martin Tyler: "Here we are — the two captains, Kai and Buffon, leading their teams out for the 2014-2015 UEFA Champions League final. This is Kai's first final, and Arsenal's second. After years of struggle, the Gunners are back on the biggest stage. Who can say they don't belong here now?"
Andy Gray: "And Buffon — one of the greatest goalkeepers of all ti. At 37, this may well be his last realistic chance to win the one trophy that has always eluded him."
The players of both teams began to walk out of the tunnel and onto the pitch. At that mont, every heart inside the Berlin Olympic Stadium beat with a mixture of excitent and nerves. The Champions League final was finally about to begin.
Kai tightened the captain's armband around his left arm and followed the referee out of the tunnel. They passed beneath the grand archway — the sa ceremonial walkway used since the semi-finals. Just beyond it stood the silver Champions League trophy, its two distinctive handles gleaming under the floodlights.
Both sets of players could not tear their eyes away from it. For a few seconds, the trophy held them completely captive. Only with great reluctance did they finally look forward again. Yet the image remained burned into their minds. In ninety minutes, that trophy would belong to one of them.
The two teams lined up neatly on the pitch as the iconic Champions League anthem filled the stadium. The familiar, majestic lody stirred deep emotion in every supporter, particularly the Arsenal and Juventus fans, whose hearts were pounding with unbearable tension.
Martin Tyler: "You can see it on their faces — whether it's the young captain Kai or the experienced Pirlo, both look incredibly focused. As they walked past the Champions League trophy monts ago, it was impossible not to be captivated. But there is only one trophy, and it can belong to only one team."
As the anthem drew to a close, enthusiastic applause swept around the stadium. The two teams stepped forward and exchanged handshakes in the traditional pre-match ritual.
Kai went through the motions politely until he reached Paul Pogba.
"Hey, Kai! Check the hair." Pogba grinned.
Kai was in no mood for jokes. He gave Pogba's arm a light pat and moved on to shake hands with Andrea Pirlo. Pogba, sensing the intensity, wisely let the mont pass.
After the handshakes were completed, the teams moved to their respective halves while the two captains were called over by referee Cüneyt Çakır for the exchange of pennants and the coin toss.
"Heads!" Buffon called.
"Tails," Kai replied.
The coin spun through the air and landed.
Tails.
Kai breathed a small sigh of relief and smiled. "We'll take the kick-off."
Buffon frowned slightly.
The two captains shook hands once more.
"This will be a great match," Buffon said.
"I believe so, too," Kai replied.
After shaking hands with the referee and his assistants, both captains jogged back to their teams.
"Our ball!" Kai called out to Suárez, who nodded and walked toward the centre circle.
Suárez placed the ball at his feet, took a deep breath, and looked back toward his teammates. Every Arsenal player was warming up with fierce determination in their eyes.
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In the stands, Billy rubbed his numb hands together nervously. "Damn it… I'm so nervous already," he muttered.
Many Arsenal fans were in the sa state — so taking deep breaths to steady themselves, others kneeling in quiet prayer, while so simply stared at the pitch, unwilling to miss even a single second. A few were already chanting passionately at the top of their lungs.
Ten years had passed since Arsenal's last appearance in the final. Having known the pain of defeat before, the tension this ti felt even heavier.
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