As Christmas approached, Arsenal fans found little to cheer about.
The team's form had been wildly inconsistent. One week they'd put in a dominant performance, like the 4–0 win away at West Brom, only to follow it up with a lackluster home defeat, such as the 0–2 loss to Swansea.
Round 14: Everton 1–1 Arsenal
Round 15: Arsenal 0–2 Swansea
Round 16: West Brom 0–4 Arsenal
Round 17: Reading 0–5 Arsenal
Round 18: Wigan 0–2 Arsenal
On paper, three wins, one draw, and one loss in five games didn't look too bad. But beneath the surface, the fluctuations in form were cause for real concern.
Without Cazorla and Wilshere, Arsenal's midfield was under serious strain. Arteta had been left to shoulder much of the responsibility, but while he worked tirelessly, his performances couldn't fully cover the creative void left by Cazorla. Even with Kai and Ramsey tirelessly chasing back and pressing high, the team still lacked a consistent attacking spark.
In those five matches, Kai stood out in two rounds, 14 and 18.
His performance against Everton in round 14 was particularly noteworthy. His defensive work repeatedly cut off Everton's attacks. One commentator remarked, "He dismantled Everton's entire attacking line by himself!" It may have sounded exaggerated, but it wasn't far from the truth.
That match was arguably the toughest Kai had faced so far. The back-and-forth intensity was relentless, and when Arsenal's attack stalled, the defensive burden fell heavily on the midfield.
Had it not been for Kai and Vermaelen's effort at the back, even a draw would have been out of reach.
Kai didn't record a goal or an assist in that game, but with 5 tackles, 4 interceptions, and 4 successful challenges, he earned Man of the Match honors and the highest rating on the team.
His rise was a small bright spot for Arsenal supporters, but it came with a heavy dose of reality—Wilshere was out for the season, and Cazorla wasn't expected back until at least April. The question on everyone's mind was: How long can we survive like this?
So far, the team had managed, but what if another key player went down?
And then the worst happened.
In round 19, Arsenal hosted West Ham United at the Emirates. The match itself was a 5–0 rout, thanks in large part to Arteta's brilliance in midfield.
But the celebrations didn't last.
A frustrated West Ham player, lashing out late in the game, lunged into a reckless challenge, right into Arteta's ankle.
Kai was the first on the scene. Furious, he charged at the offender and nearly swung at him. Vermaelen wasn't far behind. Had the referee not intervened immediately, the incident might've escalated into an all-out brawl.
The West Ham player was shown a straight red and would likely face a lengthy suspension.
But Arsenal's loss was far greater.
Arteta went down injured—the last of Arsenal's midfield leaders, gone.
The injury list was starting to look like a war report:
Wilshere (season-ending), Cazorla, Arteta, Szczesny, Arshavin, Rosický.
With the squad already thin, this series of setbacks was nothing short of devastating.
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Arsenal Training Ground – Medical Room
Arteta sat on the hospital bed, his ankle encased in a plaster cast. Wenger stood nearby with his coaching staff and club doctor Levin.
Arteta looked dejected, staring at the floor, while the room remained silent, everyone's eyes fixed on his injury.
Dr. Gary broke the silence with a sigh. "It's a dislocation. Minimum six to eight weeks before he can train again—realistically, it's going to be closer to three months for full recovery."
Wenger turned toward him. "Is there anything we can do to speed up the process?"
Gary shook his head. "Not this time. It's a bad one."
Wenger was quiet for a long moment, then gently patted Arteta's shoulder.
"Take your time and recover well."
He left the room, shoulders slumped.
The club had clawed its way out of early-season trouble, but now, with the injuries piling up, they were entering a different kind of storm.
Arsenal's entire midfield core had been wiped out.
Wilshere, Cazorla, Arteta, Rosický—any one of them would've been essential.
But now? All of them were unavailable.
And help wouldn't be coming any time soon.
What did this all mean?
There were only two to three months left in the season. How could Arsenal stabilize their form and collect enough points to stay competitive?
Wenger suddenly felt exhausted.
Last season, Van Persie stayed fit and carried the team through thick and thin, which led to a relatively successful campaign. But this season, the problem wasn't upfront—it was in the heart of the team: the midfield.
Four of his most trusted midfielders were now lying in hospital beds.
Who could he rely on now?
How was Arsenal supposed to maintain their signature passing rhythm?
Ramsey? Diaby? Coquelin? Chamberlain? Or Kai?
Individually or collectively, none of them were ready for that responsibility.
Not a single one.
As Wenger stepped out of the medical room, he was surprised to see the first-team players still gathered outside. They hadn't left. Instead, they stood there, quietly waiting, their faces full of unease.
He glanced around—Vermaelen, Chamberlain, Walcott, Podolski, Suarez, and Kai were all there.
Something flickered in his eyes. After a brief pause, he said softly, "Go on. The official news will come out tomorrow."
Kai took a step forward. "Is it about Arteta?"
Wenger raised his hand. "I said—go back."
Kai paused, nodded reluctantly, and turned to leave. The rest followed, heads down, shoulders heavy.
As the players dispersed, Pat Rice emerged from the corridor.
He stood beside Wenger, gave him a long look, and asked, "So… what's the plan now?"
The damage was done. There was no point wallowing in frustration. What mattered now was finding a solution.
With three key midfielders out, Arsenal's identity had to adapt.
Wenger was quiet for a moment. Then he looked out across the training ground and said slowly, "I've always believed football should entertain. It's meant to bring joy to the fans. That's why I prefer to take the initiative in matches… I've never liked Mourinho's approach."
He paused again, leaving space for Pat to comment.
But Pat didn't bite. He narrowed his eyes, already sensing where Wenger was heading. This was the same tone Wenger had used during last year's infamous monologue.
Mourinho, the symbol of pragmatic football. Defense-first. Results over beauty.
It clashed with everything Wenger had long stood for.
After a long silence, Wenger gave a slightly awkward chuckle. "But we haven't won anything."
Pat cut in plainly, "So… you're thinking about switching to a defensive counterattack?"
Wenger said nothing.
Then, after a moment, he exhaled heavily. "Do we have another option?"
Pat didn't argue. Wenger was right. They had no choice.
If even one of Cazorla, Arteta, or Wilshere had remained fit, Arsenal could've continued with their pass-and-move game. But with all three sidelined, that tactical identity had collapsed.
There was no way Ramsey, Chamberlain, and Kai could replicate that system—at least not yet.
Wenger then asked, "If we gave Kai total freedom defensively… how much could he actually do?"
Pat blinked. The question caught him off guard.
In truth, Kai had been playing within limits under Arsenal's current setup. The team's zonal system restricted him to a specific area, which meant he often had to hold position rather than follow his instincts.
While the structure helped with team cohesion, it came at the cost of fully unleashing Kai's defensive talents.
Even under constraints, Kai had been averaging four tackles and four interceptions a game—outstanding numbers by any standard.
But what if he were unshackled?
What if he were given complete license to control the defensive end?
Pat narrowed his eyes. It was hard to predict. Maybe the numbers would stay the same… or maybe they'd skyrocket.
What was certain, though, was that if Arsenal went the route of defensive counterattacking, Kai would be the centerpiece of everything—both defense and transition.
He'd be the spine of the defense and the launch point of the counter.
His passing range—whether long balls, short combinations, or slicing through-balls—made him a natural hub for quick transitions.
And Arsenal had the personnel for it.
Podolski, Suarez, and Walcott could all burn defenders with pace. In midfield, there was Chamberlain, Ramsey, and of course Kai himself.
Chamberlain's speed and goal threat were tailor-made for counterattacks.
The ingredients were there.
The question was: Could they execute?
If it worked, Wenger didn't mind becoming the butt of tactical jokes.
First place was all that mattered now.
Winning was all that mattered.
Whether it came through beautiful football or gritty, reactive play, the trophy was the goal. The fans and media only remember champions.
And the truth was simple—entertaining the fans didn't just mean flair and style.
It meant winning the damn title.
Even if it meant playing ugly, Wenger would do it this time.