A month and some had passed since Kai began his ball control training.
By mid-August, England was buzzing with excitement. After nearly three months of summer break, the 2011/2012 Premier League season was just around the corner.
As always, gossip and speculation filled the air.
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The media was flooded with reports and deliberate smokescreens from clubs.
But for Arsenal, the situation was far from rosy.
The departures of Cesc Fabregas and Samir Nasri had left a gaping hole in the midfield.
Wenger had no choice but to rely on Rosický and Aaron Ramsey to step up. But the truth was clear—neither could fully replace Fabregas or Nasri.
Rosicky had quality, but couldn't shoulder the burden alone. And while Wenger had high hopes for Ramsey, he simply wasn't ready to operate at Fabregas' level and has lost some of edge since that devastating injury against Stoke City.
It was, without a doubt, a season of crisis.
And the Professor was left defending the club's honor with a patched-up squad and limited options.
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[Arsenal U-18 Training Ground]
Two teams in red and yellow sleeveless training kits were locked in a fierce scrimmage.
The red team was ahead, thanks to their solid defensive organization.
At the heart of their defense stood a black-haired boy in a red vest, barking instructions to his teammates and constantly moving to plug gaps in the backline.
In just ten minutes, he had already recorded two interceptions and a clean tackle, lifting the red team's morale.
With the defense steady, their counterattacks grew more aggressive and crisp.
That black-haired boy—Kai—seemed to be everywhere. After a steal, he would burst forward at full speed, even if he wasn't the fastest, drawing defenders and creating space for others.
"I'm honestly shocked at how the red team has transformed," said Arsenal's U18 coach, Steve Bould, watching from the sideline.
"He's only been with us for half a month, and he's already made such a huge difference."
He turned to his companion and added, "Give him to me. I could beat Chelsea's U-18s with him."
Pat Rice shook his head. "No chance. You still don't see what he's worth."
Both men turned their eyes back to the pitch.
Kai was already playing with the confidence of someone who belonged here.
After two months of work, he had fully adapted to his position as a defensive midfielder, dropping off his centre-back tag.
His knack for interceptions and tackles remained his strong suit. But what impressed the coaches most was how his vision was developing.
He had started to use that foresight to not just break up attacks, but to dictate play.
Take the next moment, for example.
Kai drifted into space on the right side of the opponent's penalty area, positioning himself perfectly to receive a pass.
Inside the box, two teammates in red vests were retreating after a failed attack, while yellow defenders were also falling back into shape.
But Kai saw something no one else did.
Chamberlain, marked tightly, received a loose ball from the broken attack. With a flash of brilliance, he pulled off an elastico to beat his man and released a short, sharp pass toward Kai.
Kai controlled the ball with the outside of his left foot, pivoted with his body, and smoothly transitioned it to his right. Without hesitation, he whipped in a cross with the inside of his foot.
The ball wasn't hit with power, but it was precise, bending delicately around the defenders toward the far post.
Suddenly, a figure in red surged forward and launched into the air, meeting the ball with a clean header.
The keeper and defenders were left flat-footed. The only sound that followed was the satisfying thud of the ball hitting the back of the net.
Cheers erupted across the pitch.
"Kai, that was a beauty!" shouted Gnabry, scrambling up from the ground, his face beaming. He sprinted over and jumped onto Kai's back.
Kai laughed. "That was a great team play."
"You're damn right!" Gnabry said proudly. "You just set up a whole feast. All I had to do was eat. No way in hell was I missing that."
A voice interrupted the celebration.
"Hey! What about me? I started the whole move!" Chamberlain walked over, wearing a mock pout.
He threw a look at Kai, who was still smiling calmly.
A chill ran down Chamberlain's spine.
He remembered that look all too well.
It was the same look Kai had when he dropped Mike, the former Boss of the academy.
Mike had towered over Kai, both in height and build.
But when the older boy tried his usual hazing routine on the new kid, he picked the wrong target.
Kai responded with a takedown, nothing too harmful.
Although it earned both of them disciplinary action.
But it also stripped Mike of his authority.
Whether it was due to the shame or something else, from that day on, he was never seen again.
And the one who replaced him as the quiet yet unquestioned leader?
Kai.
Back on the sidelines, the coaches shared a glance.
They were no longer surprised.
This wasn't the first time Kai had made a pass like that.
To execute such a delicate ball while timing it perfectly with Gnabry's run—before the defense could reset—was no fluke.
Bould exhaled slowly. "I'll admit it. I've had to reevaluate the kid. when he started pulling off those passes."
Kai wasn't just a solid tackler. He had vision—real, high-level vision.
The only issue?
His ball retention and control..
And that was the part giving Pat headaches.
A midfielder who couldn't hold the ball under pressure was incomplete.
But Kai wasn't clueless. He was smart about it.
He minimized touches. Rarely kept the ball for more than necessary. If there was no killer pass, he'd recycle it immediately.
This awareness helped him stay effective even with his current weakness.
Pat glanced at the latest evaluation sheet:
[Key Passing: B]
[Vision and Awareness: B]
[Interception and Tackling: A]
[Ball Control and Retention: C]
His organizational and possession skills still needed serious work.
This season's goal was to build up Kai's composure on the ball—to make him sturdy enough to handle the pace and physicality of English football.
After all, the Premier League didn't wait for anyone.