[{"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-29":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},2299999,4499,"Chapter 29: You're really giving it to me? If you're really giving it, I'm getting up!","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-29",29,"\u003Cp>“Mr., may I begin my warm-up now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking advantage of Ten Hag returning to the bench, Ayoubu asked quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When assigning Tang Ye as starter, Ten Hag had told Ayoubu he would substitute him in around the 60th minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag offered brief reassurance and signaled for Ayoubu not to rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier that morning, when he spoke of this guy, he truly thought so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s rate of improvement had surpassed the Dutchman’s expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Chinese kid was closing in on Eredivisie level at an astonishing pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag had to take this seriously!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee blew the halftime whistle; thanks to goals from Tang Ye and Ale, Utrecht led Sneek 2-0 away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr., may I begin my warm-up now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayoubu asked again; Ten Hag’s response was to hold off for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hold off for now—but Ten Hag didn’t specify when.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, Ayoubu was already feeling pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag didn’t seem ready to give him a chance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the away team’s locker room, Ten Hag was summarizing the first half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very good. Our rhythm throughout the first half was excellent, especially in attack—we created creative chances, and that’s what I’m most satisfied with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Ten Hag’s eyes involuntarily glanced toward Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heh heh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye noticed Ten Hag looking his way, raised an eyebrow, and suddenly sat up straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t mean to praise you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Ten Hag, managing a small-time player like Tang Ye was easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young players need encouragement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But young players are young players, and lazy pigs are lazy pigs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Praising a pig won’t make it move—you’ve got to kick its ass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Make it run!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think I played pretty well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye took a sip of water to ease the awkwardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his running distance in the first half was still the lowest on the team, he had at least scored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, Tang really played…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ale placed a hand on Tang Ye’s shoulder, ready to compliment him, but was immediately glared at by Ten Hag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ok, ok, Tang, still need to work harder, still need to work harder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ale patted his hands as Ten Hag walked over to Tang Ye: “Kid, you’re young. Let me tell you something: football matches have two halves. Performing well in the first half doesn’t mean you’ll maintain that level in the second.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye stared with wide eyes, looking as if he didn’t quite grasp what Ten Hag meant, so the Dutchman explained again: “You scored in the first half, but you won’t score in the second. So you need to stay humble. Understand? Humble!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okok.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye nodded, seeming to have taken Ten Hag’s words to heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second half has begun, lads. Away team leads 2-0; Utrecht’s odds are still strong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can place additional bets. Let’s watch the game first. Home team made a substitution; away team’s No. 6, Ayoubu, is warming up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht is making a substitution?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, don’t do it! You’re leading—why change now? Ten Hag, fuck you, don’t substitute! Don’t substitute!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chao was under heavy pressure; fans in the livestream chat began to rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ten Hag wouldn’t even listen to the crowd’s shouts, let alone these livestream idiots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On camera, Van der Gaag spoke briefly with the fourth official, who began adjusting the substitution board numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten Hag, fuck you, can’t you even manage a team properly? Subbing now is idiotic, fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get fired! Wait—subbing Amrabat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good sub! Perfect substitution!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lads, Ten Hag’s substitution is smart—he brought on the more offensive Ayoubu while leading 2-0.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht will keep pushing for more goals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I were Sneek’s coach, I’d be trembling by now—Tang Ye is still holding on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, by the 50-minute mark, Tang Ye should’ve been fatigued, but he felt fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valdi’s Red Bull was kicking in!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>62’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Sneek made substitutions in the second half, Utrecht still controlled the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sneek striker Gonzales applied heavy pressure on Tang Ye, but it was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Tang Ye’s teammates were stronger!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move forward!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramseyer ran past Tang Ye with the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye had intended to combine with Ramseyer, but since the captain said so, he had no choice but to run forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Ramseyer on the pitch, Ten Hag’s head ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht had no possession-oriented midfielder—but two men kept pretending to be one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was the lazy pig Tang Ye, who didn’t even run, let alone control the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was Ramseyer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t control the ball, but loved to dribble!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sneek’s players failed to capitalize on the chances; Ramseyer passed ahead to Balazic, who ran down the flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balazic down the wing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balazic was looking for an opening!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ale stretched out his hand on the left flank, but Balazic didn’t rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ale was marked by two defenders—passing now would just gift them an opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball from Balazic landed at Tang Ye’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the goal ahead, Tang Ye felt tempted, but he had no clear shooting angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking it over, he abandoned the shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On screen, Tang Ye flicked the ball and began walking into the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t running—he was walking!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sneek’s defenders, seeing Tang Ye’s casual demeanor, grew frantic; Van der Veen lunged to tackle him, but his foot clipped Tang Ye’s ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curse slipped out instinctively; sudden pain surged through Tang Ye’s body, and Utrecht’s No. 99 collapsed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Penalty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Penalty! That’s definitely a penalty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“King Tang drew a penalty in the box!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee acted decisively—seeing Tang Ye fall, he sprinted over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raised his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pointed to the penalty spot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag raised his arms in triumph, but his expression turned grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at Tang Ye’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit, is something wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ssshh—!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the box, Tang Ye gritted his teeth, brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ankle was excruciatingly painful; he was in serious pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ale rushed over and shoved Van der Veen away: “Tang, you alright? This penalty’s yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ok!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye suddenly jumped up: “Really giving it to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Don’t give it! Don’t give it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag shouted toward the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At halftime, he had just talked so much to Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where’s the promise that we wouldn’t score in the second half!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Snick’s goal was too far from Ten Hag’s position; unless the Dutchman held a megaphone, Ale wouldn’t hear him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it’s real, hey, are you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ale wanted to climb the Eredivisie scoring chart, but goals in the Dutch Cup meant nothing to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they meant nothing, better to give them to Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Tang Ye was happy, he’d feed me hard in the Eredivisie!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Minor issue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye pressed down hard on his toes, and after standing again, he felt much better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ale gives the penalty to Tang Ye!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ale! The path is wide, Ale!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Taking it himself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On screen, Tang Ye wobbled toward the penalty spot, left, then right, making Louis T. feel dizzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low drive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye, braces!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht 3:0!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1176,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6684c4b703ed7c15c8075eb6e3857747a6b17588b89dd3f829ad2083ba181539","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-30","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-28",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]