Under the night sky of North London!
White Hart Lane erupted with a deafening roar!
On the away stands, Arsenal fans surged to the railings, waving their hands wildly, shouting with passion!
Terrifying waves of cheers spiraled one after another into the night sky above the pitch!
"GOALLLL!!"
"It's here again! Kai's trademark cannon blast! A textbook volley strike!"
"The power behind that shot is terrifying!!"
"Almost no curve, just like a cannonball smashing straight into the net!"
"To pull off this level of volley—footwork, power, timing, positioning—everything must be executed to perfection. Only then can you unleash a strike of such extraordinary quality!"
"Incredible!"
In the Chinese broadcast booth, commentator Zhan Jun's eyes gleamed with excitement!
Under the night sky at White Hart Lane, the Arsenal stands boiled over with euphoria!
"Yes! Smash Spurs' goal to pieces!!"
"Gunner King! Gunner King!"
"King of the Cannon!"
Arsenal fans were ecstatic!
On the pitch!
After blasting in that thunderous volley, Kai was instantly engulfed in waves of cheers!
Inside Spurs' penalty box, silence reigned.
Lloris knelt lifelessly on the goal line, his eyes hollow.
The ball crashed into the net, thudding against the turf.
Giroud, roaring in celebration, dashed into the goalmouth, scooped up the ball, and kicked it into the stands!
All the Arsenal players piled together in a wild embrace.
Thirty minutes gone—3:0!
Averaging one goal every ten minutes!
Arsenal's start was utterly brutal!
This had all the signs of yet another massacre!
On the touchline, Wenger clapped vigorously, his face alight.
This scene was exactly as he had always imagined.
Back when Kai was still at Crystal Palace last season, and knocked Spurs out of the FA Cup—Wenger had already dreamed of this moment.
If Kai joined Arsenal in the Premier League…
Then in future North London derbies, wouldn't the Gunners be able to slaughter Spurs every time?
Reality proved him absolutely right.
This season, Kai had led a transformed Arsenal, completely dominating the North London derby!
In the three derbies so far this season, Spurs hadn't even had a moment to breathe!
As Arsenal fans' thunderous cheers continued, White Hart Lane's home stands sank into dead silence.
No hope remained.
Against this Arsenal, Spurs were utterly helpless.
They were nothing but a punching bag, standing there to take the beating.
Spurs fans wore expressions of despair and gloom.
How could they possibly play like this?
They weren't even on the same level!
If it had only been a simple FA Cup elimination, perhaps they could have endured it.
But to be massacred in three straight North London derbies…
That was unbearable humiliation!
Down by the railings, some female Spurs fans had already begun to cry.
"At halftime, let's go down to the players' tunnel and beg Kai not to score anymore!"
On the stands, one distraught Spurs fan voiced such a desperate thought.
Radical supporters immediately bit back through gritted teeth.
"No way! Arsenal are our mortal enemies for over a hundred years!"
"Begging Arsenal's star not to score? If that gets out, what will the media say about us?"
The Spurs stands were thrown into chaos.
On the sideline, Pochettino stood dazed and bewildered.
"Only thirty minutes gone—we need to make changes fast!"
His coaching staff scrambled around him, frantic.
But their head coach remained silent.
Pochettino was lost in thought.
Did he have any cards left to play?
Every tactic, every lineup arrangement, every formation—he had already tried them all!
In the previous derby, he'd attempted high pressing.
The result? A disaster. Kai seized the space and led Arsenal to score seven goals!
For this match, Pochettino reverted to a steady four-at-the-back, tightening the defensive line.
But the result was the same.
High press and open attack? Useless.
Sitting deep and waiting to counter? Just as hopeless.
No matter the approach, nothing worked against this Arsenal!
At this point, everything was on the table.
Spurs had cycled through every tactical plan.
Meanwhile, Arsenal's message was brutally simple:
We have Kai.
Use whatever tactics you like—we'll take them all head on!
Kai alone could dismantle any tactic!
A wave of helplessness swept across the Spurs coaching staff.
This simply wasn't an opponent they could ever hope to defeat!
Pochettino's scalp tingled.
"A terrifying monster! If I had Kai, then in these North London derbies it would be Arsenal who'd be suffering instead!"
He gnashed his teeth in bitter frustration, collapsing onto his haunches in despair.
Above his head, the stands were filled with Spurs fans in turmoil.
There was no doubt—Kai had terrified them all.
Three derbies in a row, and every single one had been total annihilation.
Who could endure this?!
On the pitch!
After celebrating with his teammates, Kai returned to his own half.
For the fourth time this match, Harry Kane stood at the center circle for the kickoff.
The young striker's mind was buzzing blank.
In open play, he had barely even touched the ball.
His only frequent touches came at kickoffs.
Spurs players started running again, but every step looked heavy, as if weighed down.
Modrić, van der Vaart—Spurs' midfield began deliberately passing backwards.
The entire defensive line dropped deep.
Even in possession, only Kane lingered near the center circle.
Even Bale was forced to remain in his own half for long stretches.
The pressure from Arsenal was suffocating!
Off the ball, Arsenal—led by Kai—pressed with a ferocity that swept across every inch of the pitch.
Reporters on site sighed in disbelief.
Arsenal's pressing was not the same as Klopp's high-intensity German-style gegenpressing.
With Kai's near-omniscient "god's-eye view," he constantly relayed signals to teammates, allowing Arsenal's press to achieve maximum efficiency with minimal manpower!
And with that…
The rest of Arsenal's formation could commit fearlessly to forward runs, ensuring devastating counterattacks whenever possession was won!
On the pitch, Spurs' midfield looked utterly miserable under Arsenal's pressure.
42nd minute!
After a frenzied series of turnovers, Kai launched himself into a perfect sliding tackle!
He cut off a direct pass into Spurs' backline!
Another lightning-quick counter!
On the sideline, Pochettino buried his face in his hands in anguish.
Kai's attacking prowess was unmatched worldwide.
But his defensive ability was also absolutely world-class!
His anticipation of passing lanes, his timing on challenges—
Looking across the entire footballing world, even elite defensive midfielders and defenders couldn't do better!
As Arsenal fans roared in ecstasy, Kai sprang up after winning the ball.
He turned, took the ball under control—
Then with the inside of his foot, curled a sweeping ball diagonally to the far right wing!
The ball traced a brilliant arc, gliding past Spurs' fullback in the most terrifying fashion.
It dropped perfectly into the space on Tottenham's right flank!
"What a pass! Not a second early, not a second late—absolutely perfect timing!"
The commentators were stunned!
Arsenal's right side surged forward!
The Spurs fullback had been completely beaten behind his line, scrambling desperately to recover.
Gervinho was already sprinting full-speed into the gap.
He cushioned Kai's long pass with the top of his foot, took a quick glance toward the penalty area—
And immediately lofted in a cross!
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