[{"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-8":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},2299978,4499,"Chapter 8: To the First Team?","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-8",8,"\u003Cp>Out of nowhere, Tang Ye and Milner, both midfielders, were stripped of their yellow vests and moved into the first-team lineup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not disappointing Ten Hag’s expectations, Tang Ye began his stroll mode in the first team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zaka dribbled forward near the center circle; Tang Ye made no tackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caron stepped up to Tang Ye’s face; Tang Ye slowly walked toward Caron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two were less than two meters apart, yet Tang Ye still made no tackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching this, Marent was nearly moved to tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marent didn’t want Tang Ye to leave the second team, and Tang Ye knew this, so he deliberately adopted a passive attitude during Ten Hag’s observation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciple knows what the master is thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is master-disciple affection?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is master-disciple affection!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye is talented; Marent believed he could unlock Tang Ye’s potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, Tang Ye, who had been standing still, suddenly sprinted forward; first-team player Balazic intercepted Zaka’s pass and immediately spotted Tang Ye breaking free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, because Tang Ye was from the second team, Balazic did not pass to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give it to him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag shouted; Balazic, hearing his coach’s call, decisively kicked the ball straight to Tang Ye’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye stretched out his foot to control the ball, then didn’t sprint—he simply pointed his right hand toward the forward area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front, the center forward Ale, sensing something odd, suddenly charged forward; Tang Ye seized the chance, struck the ball with the inside of his foot, sending a low, direct pass forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your mother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat cursed loudly, utterly stunned by Tang Ye’s pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even have time to extend his foot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball rolled past Amrabat’s eyes, then through two second-team center-backs, finally landing at Ale’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect scoring opportunity; facing the second-team goalkeeper’s rush, Ale swung his leg and shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a “thump,” the ball flew over the crossbar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a classic sky-high shot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ale covered his head, turned to look at Tang Ye, and gave a thumbs-up: “Mine! Mine!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A 16-year-old second-team player delivered a perfect one-on-one chance—and Ale missed it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, is there anything more embarrassing than this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, it’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye waved his hand indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s just a training match; whether we score or not doesn’t matter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye didn’t care, but Ten Hag outside the field had turned black-faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a coach who cared about face; for a first-team player to drag down a second-team player was something Ten Hag could never accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag turned to Marent beside him: “Our players aren’t in good form today; otherwise, the victory should’ve been ours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After explaining for the players on the field, Ten Hag’s gaze returned to Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy is strolling again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marent cleared his throat twice, then said to Ten Hag: “Tang has always been lazy; he was like this last season too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not run? Can’t he run? Don’t you do plenty of endurance training?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every time we do endurance training, he sneaks away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag widened his eyes: “There are players like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Ten Hag’s surprised expression, Marent felt a flicker of satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this Dutchman valued discipline above all; Tang Ye, a slacker, would likely be unwelcome to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think we should give it a try. The first team is currently stuck in a bottleneck. Let’s pause his training tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pause? Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marent didn’t understand Ten Hag’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll arrange for someone to register him with the KNVB for a Dutch Eredivisie license. The transfer window is closing soon—if we don’t register now, it’ll be too late.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“????”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… Eric, listen to me, Tang’s discipline is a huge problem, and he’s only 16—he won’t adapt to playing in the Eredivisie!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marent’s voice suddenly rose; Fan Degar, standing nearby, thought he was making a substitution and walked over to ask—only to leave after learning he was speaking to Ten Hag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, no rush. I mean, first register him in the Eredivisie, then have him train with the first team.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag spread his hands: “Registering him in the Eredivisie doesn’t mean he has to play. This guy has talent—he’ll improve faster training with the first team.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s meaning was clear: he wanted Tang Ye by his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Discipline is lacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll teach him myself how to follow discipline!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This, this, this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marent’s expression hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first team needs midfielders—but so does our second team!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eric, how about we wait a bit? Keep Tang in the second team for now, and after next season—or even this winter transfer window—observe him for half a season?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag didn’t immediately reply to Marent’s suggestion. Instead, he turned, placed his hands on Marent’s shoulders, and asked: “Tell me, what is your position?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s question was odd, but Marent answered seriously: “Second-team head coach.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You still remember you’re the second-team head coach!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag pulled his hands back: “This is settled—he must report to the first team the day after tomorrow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After morning training ended, Marent took Tang Ye and Amrabat aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After lunch, we have another training session this afternoon—but you two don’t need to come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat’s eyes lit up, his face beaming with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marent turned to Tang Ye and noticed his expression was tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Marent, am I getting kicked out…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye felt sad—he’d slacked off all season, and now he was finally being purged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t like training, but he didn’t want to be fired either!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marent cleared his throat to ease the awkwardness and continued: “This afternoon, you two will train with the first team. Tomorrow, someone will register you both in the Eredivisie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat rubbed his hands—he could already picture himself playing in the Eredivisie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over twenty thousand spectators in the stands—my god!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye, upon learning he was moving to the first team, suddenly frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?” Marent asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is first-team training really that intense? Maybe I should stay in the second team a bit longer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marent’s eyes widened; his heart warmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Tang Ye was unreliable, he still remembered Marent, his second-team head coach!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, don’t come back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marent took a deep breath: “Tang, although I often scold you, I’m telling you now—you’re an extremely talented player.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You belong in the Eredivisie, not back in the Eerste Divisie. Believe me, I can feel it—your ceiling could reach ten million euros!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten million euros? That’s too much!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get the hell out of here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marent shoved Tang Ye away from his chest, pointing toward the first-team training ground: “Lazy pig, a lazy pig with no ambition—if your value ever breaks ten million euros, I’ll shove my own shit into my mouth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1130,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6f26f6d48f24c4c5c6b2fd04f84b78d02a4b5e69d4c41de151876e72c6bef2f7","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-9","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-7",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]