[{"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-65":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},2300035,4499,"Chapter 65: Expected! (20k for first subscription!)","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-65",65,"\u003Cp>[Insane, it's really 1-0 now, damn, did Wang Chao actually make money off this? I can't accept it!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[What’s going on? Wasn’t the goal scored by A Lai ?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[What’s happening? Is the goal going to be disallowed?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[No foul was committed, what’s going on? Why is A Lai  holding his head?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Can you disallow it? I didn’t bet on this match!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Don’t let the streamer make all the money—referee, disallow the goal!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the live stream screen, Utrecht’s players stood frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goal had indeed been scored; Utrecht’s players waited for their teammate to run out and celebrate, but seconds passed and no one moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you score?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balazet came over to hug A Lai , but A Lai  insisted his head never touched the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Own goal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The big screen above the pitch displayed the scorer’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>99Tang\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goal was scored by Tang Ye?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goal was scored by Tang Ye!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wowww!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With direction now clear, Utrecht’s players finally ran out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye was waiting right behind them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye stood still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t it a cross? Why did I score?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【At 37, you lead your team against the mighty Ajax, feign a set-piece pass to your teammate, but you’ve already prepared to shoot yourself—and you deliver the decisive goal! The spirit of a veteran burns!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Reward: 10 Reverse Points】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Tang Ye could react, Ramselaar, who had made the dummy run, grabbed him in a hug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Insane! You scored!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, it’s another last-minute winner by Tang Ye!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What just happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broadcast replay showed Tang Ye’s topspin cross into the box; A Lai  and Balazet both jumped with eyes closed, neither touching the ball, causing it to strike the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was a topspin ball, the rebound flew toward the goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goalkeeper Cillessen’s attention was fixed on A Lai  and Balazet, leaving him no reaction to the sudden rebound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chao took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Direct free kick goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So here’s the question: did the referee award a direct or indirect free kick?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was an indirect free kick, Tang Ye’s shot would be invalid!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broadcast replay showed the referee’s gesture: one arm extended horizontally to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a direct free kick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goal is valid!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goal is valid!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chao’s hands were shaking: “Goal is valid, damn, Hu , Huhu , all the clowns in the stream—look, tell me, what’s the score now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me the score right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are those guys who were yelling during the first half? Come out, all of you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me the score!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“1:0!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last-minute winner!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You’re making money behind our backs like this, damn it】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Actually, when Super Brother bet on 1:0, I wanted to join too—but last week he lost too many times betting on Australian leagues, so I didn’t trust him】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Australian leagues? Do they even compare to Utrecht’s match?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Honestly, anyone playing other leagues is just Jiucai —real money comes only from the Eredivisie】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Damn, I’m regretting it】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Wait, betting on matches is this profitable? Any big brother who can take me under his wing?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Up there, check your DMs】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Damn, another one broke】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht’s players celebrated along the left sideline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why celebrate along the left sideline?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that’s where the King of Tang stood!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before the match ended, Tang Ye’s name echoed throughout the Galgenwaard Stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the 87th minute—scoring a last-minute winner at this point means Ajax would need to be God’s own son to turn it around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outcome is sealed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Full-time whistle. Final score: 1:0.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a direct free kick winner, Tang Ye ended the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the locker room, Ramselaar held a bottle of mineral water in one hand and gripped Tang Ye’s wrist with the other, raising Tang Ye’s right hand high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me, who scored the final goal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“TOM!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All twenty-one players shouted in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me, whose last-minute winner was this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“TOM!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who carried us to victory today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“TOMMM!!!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wohooo (Wuhu~)!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar poured water from the bottle repeatedly over Tang Ye’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Tang Ye’s second time being doused—but unlike last time, he accepted it now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that in Utrecht’s locker room tradition, being doused with water was a symbol of honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This honor belonged to him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The locker room celebration continued; Tang Ye pulled out his phone from his backpack: “FIFA 1v1, who’s up?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat pulled out his phone: “But I need to update first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sofyan, don’t join if you haven’t updated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar shoved Amrabat aside, grabbed his phone, and marched toward Tang Ye, growling: “I don’t believe you can score a last-minute winner in the game too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye spread his arms wide and jumped onto the locker room bench: “You’ve only played this game a few days, right? I’ll beat you with one hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wowowo!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang’s about to crush the captain!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, Tang—you want the captain’s spot after scoring the winner? Fine by me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the press room, Ten Hag shook himself, then slipped both hands into his suit pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into the camera’s view after finishing his preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click! Click! Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click! Click! Click! Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled to pull his hands from his pockets, sat down, then slipped them back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back, head raised, hands still buried in his pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Ten Hag’s confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the confidence of the Eredivisie’s October Best Coach!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eric! Eric! What do you have to say about today’s match?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eric, your player scored the winner—and he’s a 16-year-old rookie!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is Tang Ye the future of Utrecht?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Eredivisie transfer market valuations are about to be updated—can you predict Tang’s value?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters below the stage were noisy, but Ten Hag took his hand out of his pocket and tapped the table twice—immediately, they fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We have plenty of time—we’ll take them one by one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag picked a reporter he recognized from the crowd below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eric, your team was outclassed throughout the match, yet you won at the end—what did you do during the game?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a very simple question.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag smiled: “Do what needs to be done. Analyze the situation and decide the next move. I knew Ajax was a strong opponent, so I never let my guard down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you feel nervous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nervous? Maybe. But I was more focused. You know, in such situations, a head coach must stay calm—only a calm coach can help his team win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, I had reasons not to be nervous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag spoke calmly and methodically to the reporters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a loss, he might avoid talking to them—but now, after a win, he was happy to stay longer in the press room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, if you don’t say enough, no one even realizes how great you are.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be honest, I expected this win before the match even started.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s words shocked the reporters below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eric, are you saying you predicted your team would beat Ajax today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. I said before the match: second place is stronger than third place on the table.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters below grew flustered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s logic was completely unlike normal people’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reporters feared people like him most!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because their pre-written drafts were instantly useless!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can we talk about Tom? A 16-year-old who played such a brilliant match?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag nodded: “Of course. My stance on Tang is clear: I’ll do everything I can to help him improve.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t say how much a coach influences a youth player—but that’s the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag took a deep breath, his expression serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know if the fans believed him, but he knew his December Best Coach award was all but secured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dongqiu Di Match Report: You still do this? Tang Ye scores a free kick winner against Ajax!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Amsterdam Telegram — Away 0:1 Defeat to Utrecht: Ajax, for the first time in club history, conceded to a minor—breaking the 18-year barrier!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Football Development — Free kick winner at 86 minutes: Does this genius boy Zaixianshenji ?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Royal Dutch Football Association Announcement: The association has dispatched a special envoy to Shandong, China, to study the advanced youth development philosophy of LunengTaishanFootballSchool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having defeated Ajax, one of the Eredivisie’s Big Three, Ten Hag should have given the players three days off—but the Dutchman didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple: the schedule was tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They played Ajax on the 13th; on the 16th, they had a Dutch Cup match against Echels from the Eerste Divisie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag looked down on Eerste Divisie teams, but he had no choice—it was the Dutch Cup quarterfinals on the 16th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Eredivisie clubs, the Dutch Cup mattered far less than the league—but it wasn’t useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s view was: since they’d reached the quarterfinals, they should play seriously and aim for a trophy or at least a runner-up medal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The afternoon after the Ajax match, Utrecht’s first-team players resumed training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, Tang! Hurry up! Three minutes have passed—you’re late again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid Ten Hag’s shouting, Tang Ye ran from the dormitory carrying his shoe bag, stopping only at the chairs placed in the center of the training ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time to change properly—he changed right on the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t get you at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag frowned, sizing up Tang Ye: “I understand being late for morning training—you overslept. But why late for afternoon training?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chinese people have a nap habit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan De reminded him, handing Tang Ye a bottle of mineral water and gesturing for him to wash his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seriously? So you napped?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag stared into Tang Ye’s eyes; the latter nodded quickly: “Of course. Too bad—if I’d gotten up the moment the alarm went off, I wouldn’t have been late.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He was playing games in his dorm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar, warming up nearby, jogged over to Ten Hag: “When I came out, his FIFA was still online—he played from 9 a.m. straight through to now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying that, Ramses immediately ran off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, Bart!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye shouted, but all he got was Ramselaar’s retreating back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was betrayal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Betrayal by the captain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I played with him—he didn’t nap either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye dragged Ramselaar down with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag spread his hands: “You’re missing the point. It’s not about napping or gaming—it’s about being late!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...was that true?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thinking had been derailed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t get it—you were gaming, so you were awake. If you were that awake, why not show up early?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye struggled into his high-stretch training pants: “The game had already started.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Couldn’t you pause the game?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye wanted to say something, but held back: “How do I explain this to you... Forget it. My fault.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye finished changing his clothes and shoes, and jumped in place a few times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shoes felt comfortable; the sponsor’s kit fit well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something felt missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get warming up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag kicked Tang Ye in the butt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s the feeling!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After afternoon training, in Utrecht’s first-team cafeteria, Ten Hag walked over with his tray toward Tang Ye’s table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat and Tang Ye both jumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first-team cafeteria was small; seating was fixed. Yet Ten Hag, breaking routine, sat down at the biggest table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ale and Barazite squeezed inward, making room for Ten Hag and Ramselaar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, everyone, focus up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Ten Hag’s call, players dragged over nearby tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump, thump, thump—eight tables pushed together, turning the entire first team into one giant dining table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I chose to talk with you during meals because I want the conversation to feel relaxed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag ate while gesturing for the players to be casual, not stiff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be casual!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye picked up his Angus super beef burger and took a huge bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ketchup and mayo mixed perfectly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After chewing four or five times, Tang Ye finally noticed something odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone at the big table was staring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including Ten Hag!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye felt embarrassed, but, adhering to his principle of not wasting food, he finished eating it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's fine, it's fine, I just think you eat just like those sows in the pigpen back in town.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your fucking grandmother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2060,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f3ecf85630c5cc3a6eea56cad78735866487bffcbf9b0ed7ec57fb451aad059e","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-66","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-64",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]