"Oi! That pass—are you kidding me?!" Walcott shouted, nearly giddy as he jogged back. "It had this curve, like it knew where I'd be. So clean to receive!"
Still buzzing from the goal, Walcott jogged alongside Kai, unable to hide his excitement.
It wasn't just praise—it was genuine admiration. Kai's pass had been perfectly weighted and impeccably timed.
"Kai, mate, I was just about to adjust for a normal through ball—and then that came in," Chamberlain added, giving a thumbs-up. "That has to be Pass of the Week."
From his vantage point on the flank, Chamberlain had watched the whole play unfold. The arc. The timing. The angle.
Even Vermaelen jogged over, arms wide. He tried to go for a big high-five, but Kai dodged and playfully jabbed him with a quick shoulder bump.
"Your defending wasn't bad either, captain."
Vermaelen paused, grunted a little in amusement. "Cheeky."
Back in their half, the noise in the stadium didn't let up. The Emirates was rocking, fans still chanting, clapping, riding the high of the goal.
But Newcastle weren't done.
They restarted with purpose, pushing forward with urgency. At the tip of that push was Demba Ba, eager to redeem himself.
He knew he was at fault for the last goal—if he'd just passed the ball sooner, they wouldn't have been caught out. But he hesitated, expecting Kai to engage him one-on-one.
Demba Ba grumbled to himself.
Fueled by frustration, he charged straight at Kai again. But this time, Arsenal couldn't double him due to the shape of their formation, so it was just Kai.
Just like Demba Ba wanted.
Come on, then, Kai thought. Let's have it.
Demba Ba's eyes lit up. Kai was standing about three meters away, low and balanced.
Ba began his stepovers—those big pedaling motions he thought looked dangerous. But let's face it—he wasn't a technician. He lacked the nimble agility of your typical Spanish or Brazilian forward.
His footwork looked forced, his center of gravity shifting sluggishly.
Kai didn't bite. He just waited.
Demba Ba's teammates were already pushing past him, which meant he had to decide—pass or take him on.
He chose the latter.
A quick touch to the left. Kai's shoulder dropped, following the move.
Demba Ba smiled.
Gotcha.
He cut the ball back to the right, ready to burst past.
But Kai was ready. He pulled his body back in a flash and went into a controlled slide, his right leg swinging around.
The tip of his boot clipped the ball cleanly, sending it spinning out of bounds.
Demba Ba stumbled right past, chasing air.
Kai stood up, dusted himself off, and grinned. "One-on-one? Still not working for you."
Demba Ba looked like he might explode.
Again and again, Kai was there—disrupting, stealing, intercepting. Even when Ba tried to pass, Kai would step into the lane and take it away.
It was maddening.
Ba began to question everything.
Are my feints that obvious? My passes that predictable?
Kai didn't care what Demba Ba was thinking.
All that mattered was Arsenal's shape was holding, their counterattacks were sharp, and their energy—contagious.
Even the fans, once worried about a midfield missing Cazorla, Arteta, and Wilshere, were starting to believe again.
They had been bracing for the worst, expecting a drop-off. But this Arsenal side was proving something:
They weren't finished.
...
Watching from the booth, Ian Darke's voice took on a more reflective tone.
"You know, we haven't seen a Gunners side with this kind of steel in quite some time," he said. "For years, they played beautiful football—but often without the bite to back it up."
"They'd falter when it mattered most," Steve McManaman added. "No fight, no fire. Just kept falling short."
Ian nodded. "And it made you wonder—was this the end of Arsenal's golden ambitions? Six no, seven years now without a trophy. People stopped expecting. It became normal."
"But look at them now."
His voice gained excitement again.
"Look at this new generation. They fight for every ball, track every run, and when they get the chance, they punish teams. They may not have the stars of old, but they've rediscovered something precious: grit."
"And that's something you can build on," McManaman agreed. "A team that wants it."
...
The fans were all in.
They shouted for every slick pass.
They rose for every clever touch.
They erupted for every hard tackle.
The stadium pulsed with energy, like someone had struck a match and lit a bonfire.
For the first time in a long while, Arsenal fans weren't just hoping.
In the 87th minute, Suarez rose above the defense to meet a cross from Walcott, nodding the ball decisively into the back of the net.
Arsenal 2 – 0 Newcastle United.
And with that, the game was all but over.
That second goal crushed whatever flicker of hope remained for Newcastle. Their momentum vanished, and the last few minutes passed without much incident.
When the final whistle blew, it wasn't just a win—it was a statement.
Against all odds, with key players out injured, Arsenal had turned in a stunning performance. They played on the back foot for much of the match, defending deep and countering with precision. Yet their execution was nearly flawless.
Possession stats told one story:
Newcastle United: 58%
Arsenal: 42%
But the shot tally told another story:
Newcastle: 5 total shots, 2 on target, no goals
Arsenal: 12 shots, 10 on target, 2 goals
Efficiency, discipline, and heart—that's what Arsenal showed.
And at the center of it all was Kai.
With a match rating of 9.0, he was once again named Man of the Match—his third time claiming the honor since breaking into the starting XI.
But this time was different.
In past matches, Kai had earned praise primarily for his defensive contributions—digging in, breaking up attacks, and shielding the backline.
But tonight?
That grounded arc pass had everyone talking. It wasn't just a good assist—it was a moment of vision, the kind that changes perception.
20 Premier League rounds in, and Kai had quietly assembled an impressive stat line:
4 assists
Several key defensive contributions
And that's not counting the first three matches he spent coming off the bench.
His numbers for the night were staggering:
13 attempted tackles, 10 successful
10 attempted interceptions, 8 successful
6 physical duels, 5 won
5 aerial clearances, all successful
1 assist
50 passes, 48 completed—a 96% pass accuracy
Wenger sat back after the game, eyes on the data. Arsenal fans were already buzzing.
"Wait... we got this lad for £800,000?"
At that price, as Pat would say, it wasn't just a steal—it was daylight robbery.
But if you asked any fan in red and white?
"Good robbery!"
The win secured Arsenal's hold on fourth place in the table, and even the most cynical supporters had to admit: the team was holding firm under adversity.
...
In the post-match press conference, Kai was the name on every journalist's lips.
The London media had found their new obsession. An 18-year-old anchoring Arsenal's midfield was more than a headline—it was a sensation.
Wenger, composed as ever, fielded the questions with care.
"Kai is a very talented player. That's why I value him so highly," Wenger said. "I've always believed he could shine at Arsenal, and today's performance speaks for itself."
"Yes, as you might have guessed, he is currently the core of our midfield—both in attack and defense. He's only 18, and I know that sounds unbelievable, but this is a decision our coaching staff made together. And right now, we're glad we did."
Then, Wenger offered a measured reminder.
"But let's be clear: Kai is a temporary core. We still place great importance on players like Cazorla, Wilshere, and Arteta. Kai has tremendous potential, but he's still developing."
"He has a long road ahead of him, and we'll support him every step of the way. I ask the fans and the media to be patient with him."
Then the dreaded question came, but with a wry smile, he added:
"Also—yes, I played a defensive counterattack. Laugh if you want."
With that, Wenger stood and exited the room, leaving the press momentarily stunned.
That night, the name Kai dominated every football column across London.
Wenger's caution was drowned out by excitement.
After all, Arsenal had produced no shortage of talents, but something about this one was different.
A presence in midfield that anchored both ends of the pitch.
For many Arsenal fans, it didn't feel like watching a prospect anymore.
It felt like watching a player who had arrived.
No longer a seedling.
Kai had grown into a young tree, strong enough to weather the storm, steady enough to shelter his team.
And at the Emirates, they loved him for it.
Even the most jaded supporters couldn't help but give him a nod of approval.
Yes, there were bigger names. Flashier signings. But the Emirates had found their new favorite.