[{"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-55":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},2300025,4499,"Chapter 55: At 16, He","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-55",55,"\u003Cp>Ma He sent a through ball forward, De Rong controlled it cleanly, and with Stried and Rieuwe defending him, he showed no panic, dribbling straight toward Stried’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watch this!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye sprinted up from behind and slid to tackle De Rong, but De Rong suddenly changed direction—Tang Ye’s tackle clipped only air and instead tripped Stried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>De Rong passed to Narsingh, who delivered a through ball into the small penalty area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goalkeeper Ruiter rushed out, but De Rong got there first, slotting the ball into the net with a gentle push of his instep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goal! Goal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luc de Rong! I told you! What did I say?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it a striker’s goal? Eintracht is extending their lead again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“2:1!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>De Rong sprinted out of Utrecht’s penalty area, while Tang Ye reached down to pull Stried up: “Mine, mine—you okay? You okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stried stood up with a blank, exasperated expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he hadn’t been tripped, he couldn’t have stopped De Rong’s run anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that’s no excuse to tackle your own teammate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye asked Stried again, and once he confirmed his teammate wasn’t hurt, he exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera cut to Ten Hag, Utrecht’s head coach covering his face with his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can’t watch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【How the hell did I tackle my own teammate?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【That was a trip, not a tackle—big difference!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Eintracht is still terrifying—no wonder they’re a Champions League side. Utrecht really is just good for background noise.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Pity—I should’ve let my guy develop for a few more months. Otherwise, this little Eintracht team might not have beaten Utrecht.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Utrecht’s trash—every single one of them drags my guy down, making him so angry he starts tackling his own teammates!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【???】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beep! Beep-beep!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-time whistle blew. Eintracht entered the break leading 2:1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The home team’s anthem blared again across the stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s no exaggeration to call fans the twelfth player—the moment the anthem started, every Utrecht player’s morale took a hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye patted Stried on the shoulder: “No worries, no worries. Second half, I won’t trip you—we still have a chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, I’m not mad at you. Really. Come on, come on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stried and Tang Ye slapped hands, then walked together toward the tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag still had tactical points to stress in the locker room—remember every word he says down there; Utrecht still has a chance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the home locker room, Cocu paced back and forth as players ate bananas, looking relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Apart from that goal we conceded, our overall performance was pretty solid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cocu summarized, and Bruma raised his hand apologetically: “I genuinely didn’t see Aale behind me—the #99. If I had, I’d have cleared it immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Bruma hadn’t intercepted and passed the ball to Tang Ye, the score would’ve been 2:0.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht shouldn’t have scored at all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem, it’s minor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cocu waved his hand: “You can see clearly—the opponent struggles to break through our defense. In the second half, we can keep pushing for more goals. 3:1—that’s the target. Once we’re up 3:1, we switch to defense. Safer that way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I make substitutions, that’s the signal we’re switching to defense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cocu crossed his arms, certain his side would score again in the second half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, that #99.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cocu remembered something and emphasized it: “That #99 is weird. Just remember—if he starts strolling, you break toward the center.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if he catches up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruma asked. The man across from him, Ma He, answered for the coach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He won’t catch him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second half began. Ten Hag made a substitution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forward Josten replaced fullback Comboy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind by a goal, Ten Hag ultimately abandoned his five-back setup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Two strikers become three! Ten Hag is very confident!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The new arrival, Josten, is also a youngster—he and Tang Ye both came from Utrecht’s reserve team, but this guy only got promoted in early November.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two reserve-team kids on the pitch, and Amrabat warming up on the bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone with eyes could see: Ten Hag has no one left to use!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Proppe! Cross low and cut it back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ma He, shoot! Fake shot! Ma He passed to Lokadia on the left!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lokadia, take a shot inside the box!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goal! 3:1! Eintracht leads by two!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Awesome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the 65th minute, Eintracht extended their lead. Utrecht’s players were struggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eintracht truly lived up to their Champions League status—this pace and intensity were unmatched by any other Eredivisie side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye spat his gum back into its wrapper and pulled out a fresh one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aale ran back from the front and asked Tang Ye for a piece of gum—chewing helped him calm down a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re so strong...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye chewed his gum, watching Eintracht’s players celebrate on the flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aale glanced that way too, but quickly looked away, patting Tang Ye’s shoulder: “Keep going—we still have a chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After conceding, both teams made substitutions. Amrabat entered with a small note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two notes: one for Ramselaar, one for Aale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye was curious what was written on them, but he knew: if Ten Hag only wrote notes for Ramselaar and Aale, it meant personal details—nothing to do with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minute 76!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aale drives toward the byline! Aale’s strong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back-pass to Josten!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Josten cuts it back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now it’s Tang Ye with the ball!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruma saw Tang Ye in possession and immediately sprinted out of the box to tackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That curling shot from the first half was still fresh in his mind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the camera shot, Tang Ye lifted his right leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruma lunged with his foot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye stopped the ball, then suddenly pulled it back!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing he’d been fooled, Tang Ye burst out laughing, sidestepped, and sprinted into the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eintracht’s players finally realized something was wrong—Moreno rushed over from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Push it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“GOOOO—AAAAA—LLLLLLL!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit! Tang Ye scores!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“3:2!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chao turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ssshh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things were getting weird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye was ecstatic, winking at Bruma, then sprinting toward the sideline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruma’s face turned ashen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where’s the little player we agreed on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At sixteen he’s already this good at lying—what will he be like in the future!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1034,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","380a9d50b791a2407112380295632f1e58358ef933a1068115b9870910ba7047","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-56","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-54",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]