[{"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-50":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},2300020,4499,"Chapter 50: Highly Imaginative Clearance (Request Follows!)","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-50",50,"\u003Cp>During halftime, Ayoub grabbed Ten Hag just before he entered the locker room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eric… do I still have a chance in the second half?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayoub’s expression was grim, but he couldn’t openly break with Ten Hag, so he tried to reason with him first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax, relax—I know you’re anxious, but don’t rush, okay? If you’re going to get a chance, you’ll get one. Understand? Go in now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag shoved Ayoub toward the locker room, and inside he saw Tang Ye struggling with Amrabat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone, quiet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag roared, and the players immediately rushed back to their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A 3-1 scoreline is very good. Aside from a few players whose running distance didn’t meet standards, I’m satisfied with everything else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been running hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye raised his hand to remind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-intensity training had rapidly improved his endurance; now, Tang Ye’s running distance in nearly every match exceeded the previous one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag turned to Tang Ye: “Your running needs to be more aggressive—this way, our defense can handle the ball more easily under pressure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Ten Hag remembered something and added: “Only on defense. On offense… well, trust your instinct.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he’d have to be more active in tracking back in the second half!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then there’s the match—opponents’ midfield is strong. Understand? You need to press forward, harass, and crowd their midfielders.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag made a pushing gesture with his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking of pressing, Ten Hag had more to say: “Pressing is a collective effort—Aale and Nasser (Barazite), you two must advance together and press two opponents simultaneously so the opponent feels fear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s gaze lingered briefly on Aale and Barazite, his hands rubbing together: “Midfield strangulation! Crush their midfield!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should I run up? I can tackle—steal the ball from their number 10!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a valid idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag remembered Tang Ye’s incredible one-on-one defending ability, then shook his head: “Just stay up front and wait for chances—you might even score a few more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye rubbed his hands, glancing at his 【De Bruyne Curved Long Pass】 already at Lv3.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still felt there was a chance to extend the lead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Ten Hag finished speaking, Aale walked over and swapped positions with Amrabat: “Tang, I already have two goals. Do you know what that means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Tang Ye didn’t catch on at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One more goal and I get a hat-trick!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aale sat to Tang Ye’s left, grabbing his right shoulder and shaking it repeatedly: “Understand? Pass to me, please!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly entrusted with such responsibility, Tang Ye felt immense pressure and gave a vague reply: “I—I’ll try my best.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few minutes of rest, Ten Hag began clapping, signaling the players to rally—they could now head to the tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once all players had left, Fan De stepped in front of Ten Hag: “Eric, did you notice Ayoub’s expression? Are you really not planning to put him on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After realizing he might lose his starting spot, Ayoub began extra training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayoub was cunning—he deliberately chose the first team’s No. 2 pitch for his extra drills so Ten Hag and Fan De could see him training below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Ayoub did this simply because Ten Hag had repeatedly emphasized during training, “Effort brings rewards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag looked left and right, confirmed no one was in the locker room, then spoke: “I need talent—talent like Tang’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Effort?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag suddenly laughed: “Michel, if effort could change everything, why did I play football my whole life and never reach the top five leagues? Was I not trying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s words left Fan De silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he hated to accept it, competitive sports were this cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What matters isn’t what you do in training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What matters is what you can do in the match!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second half began; Tang Ye pulled a fresh piece of gum from his pocket, spat out the flavorless one into its wrapper, and slipped it back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh gum, fresh match state!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Twente attacking up front—number 10 Ziyech dribbles toward the arc.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Smooth dribbling—Ramsele is struggling, unsure how to react.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ziyech, outside the box—long-range shot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chao, seated at his desk, clutched his head—Twente’s number 10 Ziyech blasted a shot past Ruit’s goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The score was now 3-2!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Damn it, who said Twente was weak? That was a world-class goal!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Both are number 10s—why is Ziyech so much better than Barazite?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Terrible Utrecht—ten men dragging down my Tang King. 1v21—how am I supposed to win?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Stop calling him Tang King—you’re Tang King’s been invisible again.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Not yet time for Mengge to shine.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Can you raise the stream quality? It’s pirated, but I still demand clarity!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ziyech’s long-range shot left Utrecht’s players stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After scoring, Ziyech slowly jogged back and encountered Tang Ye reaching out his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ziyech thought Tang Ye was trying to provoke him and snapped: “Get lost…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You shot really well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, oh, thanks, thanks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ziyech snapped back to reality, nodding repeatedly, then slapped Tang Ye’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Ziyech walk away, Tang Ye felt a faint sense of disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why could others shoot so accurately while he could only rely on luck?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match continued—72nd minute of the second half!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The team currently attacking was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twente!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【F**k, after that number 10’s shot, the away team’s momentum surged—bro, let me check the odds.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Hmm—the Utrecht odds are shaky now.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director’s camera focused on Tang Ye—he was slowly drifting back toward his own half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the start of the second half, Tang Ye had remembered Ten Hag’s advice and frequently tracked back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his one-on-one defending was weak, his tackling still intimidated attackers, so his backtracking had some effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the cost was high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye, who used to run the full match on 【Wardy Red Bull】, was now falling out of rhythm!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag, seeing this, had Ayoub start warming up on the bench, looking for a chance to substitute Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, with one assist already, Tang Ye’s performance today was flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Ten Hag signaled Ayoub to put on the yellow vest, Rieuwe successfully tackled Ziyech and disrupted his possession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball flew toward Klebe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twente players rushed toward Klebe to press.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klebe had no choice; in panic, he headed the ball toward Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy shit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the ball flying toward him, Tang Ye’s soul nearly left his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was right in the center of his own half, surrounded on all sides by Twente players.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klebe didn’t pass him a header—he passed him a damn mountain of knives!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No choice—Tang Ye turned, memorized his teammates’ positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sprinted toward the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lifted his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kicked the ball straight upfield!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye—clearance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brilliant clearance! Tang Ye cleared Klebe’s backheel pass!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—that’s not a clearance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aale is sprinting forward! Holy shit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Control!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shoot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1150,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4ba3910657a30d5b62fde6f34e4257e8fa7c903adcecb40f7e273937acc50fc3","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-51","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-49",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]