Arsenal showed no signs of letting up, relentlessly pressing in zones all across the pitch.
Tottenham had completely fallen into passive defense.
Modrić, van der Vaart, and the rest of Spurs' midfield were now nothing more than playthings under Kai's control.
They couldn't match his strength.
And in terms of technique, they weren't even close.
Inside a VIP box at the stadium,
Scouts from Real Madrid watched on—
Only to feel a flicker of disappointment.
Modrić didn't seem to meet their expectations.
Perhaps their intel had been wrong. They'd have to reassess.
But Kai—
The player Real Madrid were prepared to throw €250 million at—
He was undeniably the real deal.
In fact, it felt like €250 million wasn't even enough.
31st minute.
The Gunners surged forward again!
After Arteta broke up a Spurs wing play and forced the ball out of bounds,
Van der Vaart threw in from the sideline.
In the scramble for the second ball,
Rosický and Gervinho came in from opposite angles,
Trapping Bale between them.
None of the three got a clean touch.
The ball dropped toward the edge of midfield.
Kai was already sprinting in.
He met it perfectly with a thigh control—
And before the crowd could even finish gasping,
He volleyed it up with his left foot in one smooth motion!
No-look pass—again!
The ball soared high,
Arcing over Tottenham's backline like a guided missile.
And it dropped precisely at Van Persie's feet in the center lane!
Pochettino stood on the sideline, frozen.
Was football even supposed to be played like this?
This wasn't just talent—it felt like sorcery.
It looked like a clearance.
Or maybe a panicked hoof upfield.
But somehow, it had landed exactly where it needed to.
In the stands, Spurs fans were struck with horror.
They watched helplessly as Van Persie took that ridiculous pass,
Cut into the box,
Shimmied past a defender,
And rifled a shot into the far corner!
Lloris couldn't stop it.
GOALLLL!!
3–0!!
"Too easy! Too elegant!"
"Poor Tottenham—did nobody tell them not to give even an inch to Kai?!"
"Any chance, no matter how impossible, becomes a goal under his boots!"
The commentator's roar filled the Emirates as the stadium exploded in noise.
Van Persie pulled the ball from the net,
Sprinted toward Kai in celebration.
"Captain! We're becoming unstoppable!"
He dove into Kai's arms.
The team swarmed them in celebration.
Kai pulled aside Walcott and Gervinho.
"Spurs are playing a back three today. That system lives or dies by its wingbacks."
"But clearly, they don't have anyone strong enough out wide."
"There's space everywhere. Keep running the flanks. Let's show Pochettino what real wing play looks like."
Walcott and Gervinho both nodded, fired up.
Their faces were glowing with excitement.
Arsenal's version of dual-wing attack—it didn't just sound exciting. It was deadly.
And in the North London Derby?
Every Gunner dreams of dismantling Spurs.
Just five minutes later.
Tottenham fans in the stands were done. Emotionally wiped out.
Kai's orders were executed immediately.
Walcott and Gervinho tore apart Tottenham's wide defense.
With a three-man backline and no support,
Tottenham looked like a dam about to burst.
From his position at the top of the center circle,
Kai sent wave after wave of long-range artillery down both flanks.
36th minute.
A thunderous diagonal ball from Kai—
A pass that wasn't just long, but smart, placed into open space, not to feet.
It shredded Tottenham's wing apart.
Dropped straight into a completely unguarded zone.
Walcott received the ball in stride, sprinted along the touchline,
Reached the byline and drilled in a low cross!
Van Persie darted to the near post,
Let the ball run between his legs with a cheeky dummy—
Total chaos in the box!
And from nowhere—
Kai came charging in.
He had started all the way back at the center circle—
Now he was in the box, at full speed.
BOOM!
A thunderous right-footed volley!
The Shevchenko "Nuclear Warhead" module he unlocked earlier
Lit up in full force!
The ball screamed past Lloris,
Tucked into the top right corner!
4–0!!
Lloris collapsed on the goal line, dazed.
The Emirates erupted like a volcano!
In this League Cup quarterfinal—
Arsenal hadn't even finished the first half,
And they had already dropped four goals on their rivals.
Another North London Derby turned massacre.
Walcott and Gervinho raced into the Spurs box to join the celebration.
Van Persie leapt onto Kai's back.
"Our combo is so fun to watch, Captain!"
"I bet the fans love it even more!"
Walcott waved both arms to the roaring crowd.
"This is real dual-wing play! Kai orchestrating from deep,
Dropping pinpoint passes to the flanks!"
"Arsenal's wingers charging the baseline—cutting it across!"
"Van Persie's dummy at the near post—
And Kai coming in late with a rocket finish!"
"One strike to seal it!"
"Liquid football at its finest!"
"This is Arsenal's brand of beautiful football!
This is the Gunner youth revolution!"
Back in the Chinese broadcast room,
Zhan Jun was beside himself with joy.
So entertaining!
So fluid!
Arsenal under Kai—
Was a team worth watching, every minute of every game.
On the sideline at the Emirates,
Wenger broke into enthusiastic applause.
He had always been an advocate for beautiful football.
But in recent years, poor results had left that vision questioned…
Arsenal's so-called "beautiful football" had long been mocked by critics.
After all, no matter how dazzling your style was, if you couldn't win matches or secure trophies, it was dismissed as flashy but hollow.
But this season, with Kai at the heart of it all,
Arsenal pushed their footballing philosophy to new, sublime heights.
Terrifying attacking efficiency.
Dazzling, fluid play.
Every match was a declaration to the world—
This Arsenal storm was not only beautiful, but also brutally effective.
In the stands, Tottenham fans collapsed into their seats in despair.
Before the match, they had dared to dream.
After half a season, they were once again facing Arsenal—
A chance to redeem themselves from the humiliation of the Premier League season opener.
But the reality was far crueler.
This Arsenal side wasn't just strong—
They were relentless, ruthless, and utterly unwilling to show mercy to Spurs.
Halftime: 4–0.
Tottenham fans were instantly reminded of just how terrifying Kai had been the last time.
On the touchline, Pochettino had already retreated to the bench.
He knew this match would cast a long shadow over his position as manager.
But he had no answers.
Compared to the Arsenal across the field,
His Tottenham team simply wasn't in the same weight class.
He had players admired even by Real Madrid—
Yet when placed beside Kai,
They looked like amateurs next to a master.
Arsenal didn't even ease up in the final moments of the first half.
They continued to create dangerous chances.
Only the Emirates Stadium's own goalpost
Denied Van Persie a near-post screamer.
The referee finally blew the halftime whistle.
With a 4–0 lead, Arsenal's players returned to the locker room with full satisfaction.
The Emirates roared with a thunderous, unending wave of cheers.
Inside the medical room,
Son Heung-min sat watching the game on TV.
His face was twisted in pain.
The team doctor had just delivered devastating news—
He had suffered a cruciate ligament tear from Bale's reckless slide tackle.
His season was likely over.
A reality he couldn't accept.
Meanwhile, in Arsenal's locker room—
Van Persie sat close beside Kai,
Still riding the high from the first half.
"In the second half, let's go all in!" he said.
"We're going to set a new record for the biggest win in North London Derby history!"
Kai clapped his hands,
And the entire dressing room erupted in unison.
"Yeah! No mercy at 4–0!"
"We're going to crush Spurs!"
Fifteen minutes flew by.
Second half kickoff.
Tottenham suffered another blow almost immediately.
It was as if Arsenal had limitless energy whenever they played Spurs.
56th minute.
Kai unleashed a surgical through-ball—
It sliced right through the heart of Tottenham's defense!
Van Persie didn't waste it this time.
One smooth motion,
He slid in to finish under Lloris's charge!
5–0!
The Arsenal crowd exploded into frenzied roars!
"I got another hat trick!!"
Van Persie screamed with joy!
Just ten minutes later—
Kai completed his own hat trick!
Off a tactical corner,
He and Walcott exchanged a rapid series of passes along the wing.
Then—
Kai suddenly cut into the box with the ball,
And fired a low shot to the near post!
6–0!!
The Emirates erupted like an earthquake had struck!
The roaring was deafening and uncontainable!
With that goal, Arsenal had once again equaled the largest margin of victory in North London Derby history!
Then came stoppage time—
And with it, a moment that made all 60,000 Arsenal fans completely lose it.
Kyle Walker fouled Gervinho just outside the box.
Arsenal free kick.
Kai stepped up—
With tens of thousands of fans holding their breath.
His run-up.
The strike!
That signature tomahawk-style knuckleball soared into the air once more above the Emirates!
The ball rapidly rose,
Cleared the wall—
Then dipped like a missile!
Smashed into the top corner of Tottenham's net!
7–0!!
At that moment—
All of North London shook.
Kai sprinted to the sideline,
Leapt onto the advertising boards,
And spread his arms wide!
The avalanche of screams and howls from the Emirates engulfed him completely.
A tsunami of celebration erupted from every direction!
A night of beautiful football, turned into legendary destruction.
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