University Hospital, London.
After a thorough examination, the doctor gave his final diagnosis.
"The ligament's torn—but it's not a full rupture. Surgery's not necessary. For an athlete, the native ligament is usually tougher once it heals naturally," he explained.
Kai leaned forward anxiously. "How long before I'm back?"
"Two to three months. If recovery goes well, you could start rehab training in two."
That was a relief—for both Kai and Gary. They finally exhaled after what felt like an eternity.
Kai's foot was put in a cast, and Gary rented a wheelchair to help him out of the hospital.
But as soon as they reached the entrance, Kai spotted a swarm of reporters waiting just outside.
As the press caught sight of him, chaos erupted.
Flashes went off like a lightning storm. Kai could barely see.
Gary cursed under his breath and quickly turned the wheelchair around, wheeling Kai back into the building to wait for club staff to pick them up.
He had underestimated something crucial.
Kai wasn't just a promising teenager anymore—he was a name in London football.
About an hour later, a black van from the club arrived and whisked Kai and Gary away.
Headlines later that evening:
The Guardian:
"Arsenal 1–0 QPR: Title Charge Hit by Injury Blow!"
BBC Sports:
"Arsenal Suffer Setback as Key Midfielder Injured"
The Sun:
"Kai's Breakout Season Ends on Crutches Despite FA Cup Glory"
Media coverage exploded. Every report underscored one thing—Kai had become indispensable to Arsenal.
He'd played 32 league matches this season, plus appearances in the Champions League and FA Cup.
At just 19, Kai had been consistently excellent—rare for someone his age, rarer still with his kind of influence.
Across 32 league matches, his numbers were staggering:
4.5 tackles per game
5.5 interceptions
4 ball recoveries
8 assists
4 goals
Both ends of the pitch—he'd made an impact.
Calling him "gifted" wouldn't be an exaggeration.
And beyond stats, he had a knack for stepping up when it mattered:
Matchday 10: A last-minute winner against Manchester United.
Matchday 20: When Arsenal's midfield collapsed, he carried the game on his back and pushed them into the top three.
FA Cup Final: Two assists, a crucial penalty earned, and Arsenal's first trophy in years.
With performances like that, it was no surprise major clubs had their eyes on him.
A 19-year-old who could defend, create, and turn games around. An elite-level prospect.
As the transfer window approached, Germany's Transfermarkt valued him at €20 million—massive for someone who hadn't played two full seasons.
In an era before €100 million deals became the norm, it was eye-watering. For context, Torres's record fee still stood at €60 million.
If anyone actually tried to buy Kai, they'd need upwards of €30–35 million—and only if Arsenal were willing to sell.
But Arsenal? Selling Kai?
Not on Wenger's watch.
The man treated Kai like a treasure. Even whispers in the media made him bristle.
...
In the weeks after the injury, Kai mostly stayed in bed. No training, just rest and recovery.
Billy was constantly checking in—bringing fruit, arranging physio sessions, and making sure everything was taken care of.
For Billy, Kai wasn't just a player. He was the future.
He wasn't about to let that future be derailed.
Kai was embarrassed by the fuss at first, but in the end, he appreciated it. And he needed it.
The downtime gave him clarity.
He realized he'd overworked his muscles, sacrificing flexibility—and that had led to the tear.
From now on, flexibility training would be part of his routine.
His body needed to be more balanced—strong muscles, strong ligaments.
Fortunately, at 19, his recovery was swift. Within two weeks, the cast came off. He still needed crutches, and the ligaments couldn't be rushed, but progress was steady.
...
In the Premier League...
Round 36: Manchester United lost again—this time to Chelsea.
Suddenly, Arsenal were just one point behind.
Manchester City dropped points too. By Round 37, all three contenders won their matches.
The table stood:
Manchester United – 27W-4D-6L, 85 points
Arsenal – 26W-6D-5L, 84 points
Manchester City – 23W-9D-5L, 78 points
City were effectively out of the race.
After crashing out of the Champions League group stage, losing the FA Cup final to Arsenal, and now likely missing out on the league title, Mancini's future looked bleak.
All eyes were now on the final round.
...
Arsenal's opponent? Newcastle United—away.
Not the easiest venue. Especially with tired legs and Kai out of action.
From kickoff, Arsenal pushed forward relentlessly. But it wasn't clicking.
Attacks kept breaking down, and more worryingly, cracks were showing at the back.
Kai's absence was glaring.
Without his interception engine in midfield, Arsenal's defense was exposed. And Mertesacker?
A great reader of the game, but painfully slow when it came to turning and reacting.
Without Kai in the midfield, Arsenal's shape was visibly off.
When he was on the pitch, he acted as a natural barrier. Kai always seemed to be in the right place at the right time, shutting down passing lanes, pressing early, and shielding the defense. Mertesacker rarely had to deal with an attacker directly. Kai's presence gave him the crucial seconds he needed to read the game and position himself properly.
And if there were ever a breakdown, Koscielny would cover. If not for Koscielny, Kai was always tracking back.
Now, without that cover, Mertesacker was being exposed—forced into one-on-one situations far too often. Opponents were switching directions, dragging him out, and the German couldn't keep up.
Koscielny did his best to help, but he couldn't be everywhere.
Eventually, Newcastle made it count.
Right at the end of the first half, they broke through and scored.
The camera cut to Mertesacker—he looked visibly shaken, his face etched with frustration. He didn't need to be told. He knew exactly what was going wrong.
But it wasn't something he could fix.
This was how he played. He needed a defensive midfielder. And Kai, the man who'd made everything work, was sidelined.
All he could do now was weather the storm.
Ramsey tried to help fill the void, but no matter how hard he worked, he couldn't replicate Kai's timing or positional awareness.
"Arsenal are in trouble," Martin Taylor noted grimly on the Sky Sports broadcast. "They can't allow this Mertesacker issue to keep unfolding like this."
"It's a domino effect," Alan Smith added. "Without Kai there, everything's just slightly off-kilter."
On the touchline, Wenger stood stiffly, lips pressed tight.
He turned to scan the bench—but found no answers.
With a faint sigh, he muttered to himself, "Vermaelen or Kai… if only I had just one of you out there."
Despite the shaky defense, Arsenal's frontline wasn't about to give up.
Right at the start of the second half, Cazorla burst into action. He combined with Arteta to push deep into the final third before laying the ball off to Suarez.
Under heavy pressure, Suarez weaved past defenders with a flurry of quick touches, cut inside, and rifled the ball past the keeper.
The shot slid clean under the goalkeeper's outstretched arms.
Arsenal were level again.
Watching from home, Kai finally let out a breath.
He quickly switched over to check the score in the Manchester United–West Brom match.
49th minute:West Brom 1 – 2 Manchester United
Then came a substitution for West Brom.
Off: Liam Ridgewell.
On: Romelu Lukaku
Kai blinked at the screen.
Lukaku? Final round? West Brom? Ferguson's retirement?
Everything clicked.
The date. The opponent. The scenario. It all lined up.
His eyes widened—he could almost feel it.
"There's still a chance."
...
90 minutes later…
West Brom 5 – 5 Manchester United.
United had collapsed in one of the most chaotic final-day matches in Premier League history. They dropped two points.
But Arsenal hadn't capitalized.
Newcastle United 2 – 2 Arsenal.
Two draws. One point still separated them.
Manchester United clinched the Premier League title for the 2012/13 season.
Sir Alex Ferguson, in his final season, walked away with one last championship.
At Old Trafford, tributes filled the sky.
A massive TIFO covered the stands:
"Thank you for 27 years with us!"
"Thank you for being our coach!"
"Thank you for everything you've done for United!"
"Goodbye, Sir!"
The birthday song echoed through the stadium, accompanied by thunderous applause that rose with it.
Sir Alex stood there, smiling calmly, soaking in the moment.
The Red Devils' iconic manager had retired—after one last title.