[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back":3,"chapter-football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-102":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Football: At 16, Let Me Retire and Come Back?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2300072,4499,"Chapter 102: The Celebration After Despair: Utrecht","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-102",102,"\u003Cp>“No no no, referee! Referee!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar sprinted toward the main referee Haye: “Didn’t touch the hand, believe me, the ball didn’t hit our player’s arm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jahanbakhsh’s shot struck Amrabat’s hand, and Ramselaar saw it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t see it—he had to lie with his eyes wide open!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat hugged his head with both hands, his expression indescribable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand had naturally opened while running, and he never expected it would just block Jahanbakhsh’s shot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What luck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee ignored Ramselaar’s protest and still awarded the penalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The team’s first penalty taker, Santos, stepped up to the twelve-yard mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful shot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The score was leveled again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment the ball hit the net, Ten Hag on the sideline dropped to his knees, covering his eyes with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t watch another second!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already the 76th minute—Utrecht might lose their Eredivisie title because of this penalty mistake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scorer, Dos Santos, celebrated with his teammates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result of this match meant little to them, but stopping the underdog Utrecht would still be a significant honor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat bit his lower lip, his pale face tinged with visible despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye noticed Amrabat and ran over immediately: “It’s okay, Sofyan, it’s okay, listen to me, there’s still time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression didn’t change—Amrabat clearly hadn’t heard a word Tang Ye said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if you hadn’t raised your hand, the ball would’ve gone in! Listen to me, it was a blind spot—you couldn’t have stopped it either way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye changed his tone of comfort, and this time Amrabat finally felt a little better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar hurried over and offered Amrabat more reassurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s still time! There’s still time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his crotch to feel for gum, only to find it gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No choice—Tang Ye had to finish the match chewing the now flavorless gum in his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Fuck, what’s wrong with Amrabat?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I’m done, I’m done—those who said Utrecht would win easily, step forward!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【So you’re not giving my King Tang the Eredivisie title, huh?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Ten Sheng, think of something, Ten Sheng!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Forget Ten Sheng—can’t you see your Ten Sheng is quietly wiping tears?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“wehebbengoedespelers”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Utrecht team song echoed again across the Goffert Stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking the lead, home fans’ eyes sparkled—but being equalized now was something they simply couldn’t accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht had never won the Eredivisie title, but when hope finally stood before them, couldn’t their fans truly want to touch the championship shield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Ramselaar’s urging, the away fans quickly ended their celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera cut to Ten Hag—the assistant coach of Utrecht wore a grim expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This season, Utrecht had beaten all three Eredivisie giants, yet they were now falling to Alkmaar at the last moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d already used their strongest tactics!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag suddenly remembered something, his eyes lighting up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking harder…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t actually used his strongest tactic yet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bench, Ten Hag turned to Van der Gaag: “How much time left?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Van der Gaag glanced at the countdown on his laptop: “Fourteen minutes of regular time remain, maybe two to three minutes of stoppage time if no more fouls occur.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag stood up from his chair: “We’re going to win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Van der Gaag: “Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pass to Tom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag sprinted back to the sideline, bellowing like a madman—despite being only an assistant coach, he was giving everything he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pass to Tom, Tom, pay attention!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Ten Hag shout his name, Tang Ye glanced toward the sideline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was definitely his name being called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye gasped for breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this… the trust of his master?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, for some reason, Tang Ye suddenly stopped panting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now exhilarated, even a little strangely confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would it feel like to score now and give the team the lead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to charge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the 80th minute, Utrecht, dissatisfied with the status quo, gradually intensified their attack despite their players’ exhausted stamina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar received the ball on the right flank!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give it to me! Give it to me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar had barely stopped the ball when he heard Tang Ye calling for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not you, bro?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stunned, but trusting Tang Ye, he still passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye was also impatient—he turned and launched a long pass straight toward the right baseline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, that pass was damn good!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Balazs, control the ball!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cut inside! Cut inside!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shoot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, so close!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fucking pissed—Utrecht’s forwards, besides Aale, all look average; otherwise we’d probably be 5-3 by now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t you take your chances?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Away team has the ball in their own half!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, Alkmaar knows they can’t score, so they’re just passing around in their own half—come on, can’t you play more boldly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wang Chao said, Alkmaar’s defenders hid behind, passing back and forth, giving Utrecht zero openings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht wanted to win, but Alkmaar just wanted a draw!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“xuuuu——！！！”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stands erupted with boos—the home fans were furious at the away team’s cowardly tactics. The Utrecht players felt the same—everyone was desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How desperate? Tang Ye didn’t know why he’d run all the way to the center-forward position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go back! Move back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s heart nearly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I told you not to be lazy, but you don’t have to turn into a wild boar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, disaster struck—Alkmaar’s two defenders, as if startled by a Montford wild boar, passed the ball to the wrong spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They meant to pass to Vlaar for Wutengsi, but the ball flew straight into Tang Ye’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One-on-one!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All fans stood up—now, if Tang Ye just ran forward with the ball, it would be a clear breakaway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tang Ye was too exhausted to run—he chose an unconventional way to handle the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shot directly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, from this angle, you’re trying to—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“gooooo——aaaaaa——lllllll！！！！”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stadium announcer screamed into the microphone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s unexpected chip shot left the away goalkeeper no chance to even jump and save it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roarrrr—!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dopamine and adrenaline devoured Tang Ye’s brain in half a second; having confirmed his goal, he sprinted toward Utrecht’s substitute bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Run-up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sliding tackle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish-swish-swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His calves rubbed continuously against his knees; at this moment, he unveiled his months-practiced super celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both toes turned inward simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sliding style was slower than a regular slide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it had its own advantages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye and Ten Hag embraced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera focused on the small patch of grass he had just slid across.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My god, four black stripes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great goal, great goal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag hugged Tang Ye tightly, then pushed him away and rubbed his hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Players from the pitch rushed over, and so did the substitutes from the bench!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dongqiu Di live report: 87th minute, Tang Ye scores with a chip shot—Utrecht leads 4-3!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dongqiu Team live report: Master, what’s your job? The camera focused on the grass where Tang Ye slid; four black stripes were clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Incredible… awesome】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Damn, Tang Ye’s ability to seize chances isn’t weaker than Josten’s】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【That’s why Ten Saint is Ten Saint—no one else would’ve thought to put Tang Ye up as center forward】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Exchanging gifts, huh? Haha, but Tang Ball King really nailed this opportunity】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Tang Ye: I’m not running anymore—I’m chipping the goal!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Ten Saint above, bowing to you!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tom!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tommm!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom boom boom boom boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chip shot ignited the Groot Woudstadion; two minutes had passed since the goal, yet Utrecht’s players were still piled in a human pyramid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Aale and Van der Maarel’s feet, Tang Ye quietly crawled out from beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag blinked: “Wait, how are you out here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye rubbed his head: “I saw an opening and slipped out—Mr. Eric, being crushed at the bottom hurts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a small thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, whatever you say is right!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beep! Restart the match, restart the match!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee ran over after Alkmaar’s complaint; Barazite received a yellow card for deliberately prolonging the celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Match resumes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the roaring crowd, the fourth official raised the sign for stoppage time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three minutes of added time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye chewed a piece of gum with no flavor, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ha, Alkmaar doesn’t have much time left!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold on! Utrecht, hold on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can we swap a defender? Oh right, Utrecht has no substitutions left—but no problem, just put my Ball King Tang at the back to tackle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht, hold on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beep! Beep-beep—!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main referee blew the final whistle; the giant screen above the stadium displayed the match result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>utrecht:az\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>4:3\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht’s starters and substitutes sprinted across the pitch; so did Ten Hag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match was finally over; Tang Ye spat the chewed-up gum into its wrapper and shoved it back into his groin pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and walked slowly toward Amrabat: “Sofyan, I told you we’d win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat cursed, then pulled Tang Ye into a powerful hug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re my god!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1492,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9d781258524e656a0811ce0649c247ba0dc87530952e69899c137e67a53cc1a2","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-103","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-101",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]