[{"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-81":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},2300051,4499,"Chapter 81: Tang Ye, Skyward Slash! (20k words—please vote for monthly tickets!)","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-81",81,"\u003Cp>The score is now 2-1, with Utrecht leading by one goal at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing deficit, Feyenoord reacted swiftly, shifting from their original 4-3-3 to a 3-3-4, with Vekinović immediately pushing forward to impersonate a striker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Feyenoord’s move was executed brilliantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the 75th minute, Vekinović assisted Virena with a long-range shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feyenoord equalizes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch your man!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goalkeeper Ruit berated Rieuwe: “That No. 21 surged forward—why didn’t you close him down? Why are you just standing there?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, stop arguing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two were shouting loudly, so Ale, as captain, rushed over and helped Lechert pull them apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s 2-2 now—this is the most critical moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time was running out; Tang Ye spat out the gum he’d been chewing and replaced it with a fresh piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath of minty freshness and instantly felt more alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match resumes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This game is more tense than I imagined!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht’s attack remains as bizarre as ever, but Feyenoord’s players are showing remarkable calm against them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, why are you all so calm?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only 15 minutes left—any ideas?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“De Jong, De Jong receives a pass from Van der Maeler, advancing forward!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amrabat is wide open—De Jong could consider passing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll take it myself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye moved slowly across the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, he’d likely covered 7 kilometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven kilometers isn’t excessive, but for Tang Ye, it’s already quite impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, Tang Ye no longer felt the heavy fatigue in his thighs as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember what Ten Hag said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Extra training makes you stronger!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is all the result of extra training!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m coming, I’m coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye slowly jogged to the left flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To support Amrabat, then look for De Jong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where’s De Jong...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Got it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spotting De Jong’s position, Tang Ye delivered a low pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Virena tried to intercept with a foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But can anyone intercept a pass from the King of Tang?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>De Jong controls the ball!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feints, then turns!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Direct shot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>De Jong’s long-range shot flew into the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though De Jong’s choice was reckless, Utrecht had truly gained momentum after the 80th minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A 2-2 draw was acceptable to Ten Hag, but this match was special—if they could win, they absolutely should.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it concerns the February Best Coach award!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly inside his down jacket pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was one step away from the Monthly Best Coach award.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could God give him a push?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it seemed God didn’t respond to Ten Hag’s plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match reached the 90th minute; the fourth official signaled three minutes of stoppage time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The score remained 2-2!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can Utrecht seize the opportunity?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“De Jong’s pass is precise—delivered to Ale, who sprints toward the left baseline!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye is following behind—wait, why is Tang Ye trailing Ale?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chao didn’t understand Tang Ye’s move; neither did Ten Hag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag bellowed toward the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That undisciplined bastard, Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why is a central attacking midfielder chasing a striker down the flank?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who covers the center?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera cuts to Utrecht’s front line: Ale flicks the ball with his heel to Josten on the right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pass was poor; Josten and Bertkin both kicked the ball simultaneously, sending it straight up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s eyes lit up—he suddenly sprinted between Ale and Bertkin, charging straight into the penalty area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bertkin was in a blind spot—he didn’t see Tang Ye’s run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But De Jong, standing behind, saw Tang Ye clearly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A header cleared the ball toward Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“De Jong’s header layoff!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, that’s a high ball—Tang Ye can’t handle this kind of ball!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye’s touch isn’t great—can he try to control it...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just strike it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On camera, Tang Ye plants his left foot, tilting his entire body 45 degrees to the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his right leg swings out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outside of his instep strikes the ball—it slams into the grass just outside the small area, bounces, and rockets into the bottom-right corner of the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, what was that?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who can tell me what that was?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Skyward Slash!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye, with De Jong’s assist, completes a Skyward Slash!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Cool?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Wait, Tang Ye can do this?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【That’s a world-class goal—low power, but the angle is absolutely perfect!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Damn, who thought of that?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【When I saw De Jong’s header, I thought Mong was going to cross—but he just volleyed it directly!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Master Tang, aren’t you a central attacking midfielder??】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clap! Clap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag retracted his outstretched finger pointing at Tang Ye and began clapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God didn’t answer his plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tang Ye answered!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This damn fate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s February Best Coach trophy is already secured!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wuhu!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye and De Jong ran side by side toward the corner flag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This goal earned him 10 Comeback Points, but that was secondary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye loved this feeling—the sensation of killing the match with a world-class strike in the final moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fucking awesome!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beep, beeeep!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match ended, with Tang Ye scoring a stunning volley in the 91st minute to secure Utrecht’s victory over Feyenoord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye took the MVP trophy from the host and returned to the locker room with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye kicked open the wooden locker room door, greeted by his teammates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trophy again! Another trophy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aar and Amrabat leapt over the physio table and rushed to Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat took the trophy from Tang Ye’s hands and examined it closely: “Damn, this thing’s actually heavy, Tang—how many MVPs is this for you this month?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many trophies had he won this month again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides today, did I win any others this month?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye asked a question that left his teammates speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, Tang, you don’t even know how many MVPs you’ve won?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jansen clutched his head: “Hmm… if I remember right, three? I think so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, three?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye spat his gum precisely into the trash: “Am I really that good?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good? You’re full of shit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag walked in: “Tang, remember what I told you—don’t fixate on personal honors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a 16-year-old player like Tang Ye, Ten Hag had his own way of teaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Personal honors are secondary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag placed a hand on Tang Ye’s shoulder and spoke earnestly: “Best Player, Best Coach—these trophies are secondary. What matters is collective honor. Collective honor. Do you understand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won Best Coach last month. Did I say anything? I said nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s words made Tang Ye hang his head in guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, come with me—there’s an interview outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Interview?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye pointed to his MVP trophy: “I already did an interview when I got this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is different. Just come with me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag brought Tang Ye back to the stadium’s press room; the flashing cameras nearly blinded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No surprise—Utrecht’s popularity this season meant more reporters attended press conferences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eric, you were very lucky to win this match—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lucky? No, no, no—I hate the word ‘lucky.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag interrupted: “Luck is not a good word for coaches or players. Football is about ability. We killed the game in the final moments—that’s our ability, not luck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Tang’s volley nearly hit the post.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporter glanced at Tang Ye, sitting quietly beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye said nothing—this wasn’t his time to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he scored. That’s fact. We won.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag shrugged casually—his victory-born nonchalance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I must mention one thing: the Monthly Best Coach award.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye turned to look at Ten Hag beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That doesn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht scores through ability—just like I won Best Coach through ability. I don’t understand why reporters keep confusing ability with luck. That’s wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye rubbed his hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporter meant his volley was pure luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag was defending him—telling reporters it was Tang Ye’s ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for some reason, Tang Ye felt Ten Hag’s words were oddly strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was Mr. Eric comparing it to the Monthly Best Coach award?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first reporter got nothing from Ten Hag; the second reporter wisely avoided him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose to interview the harmless Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang, we understand Feyenoord contacted you earlier. Why didn’t you join them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feyenoord and Utrecht occupied completely different tiers in the Eredivisie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feyenoord had offered Tang Ye triple Utrecht’s salary—his refusal was baffling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, you mean that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye gnawed his fingernails, recalling the moment: “Well, they were nice—Mr. Giovanni even took me to dinner at a Chinese restaurant. But I just didn’t want to go there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was it the club’s restrictions? But they’d pay your release clause.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no—it’s not about the release clause. The clause doesn’t matter. If I wanted to leave, I’d pay it myself. But I just… didn’t want to leave…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye spoke seriously; the reporters frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paying his own release clause? What kind of statement was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters didn’t understand Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye was Ten Hag’s protégé. If he was Ten Hag’s protégé…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it made sense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overseas Weekly—Utrecht 3:2 Feyenoord, Guangdong teen Tang Ye scores volley winner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht Evening News front page—In Trouble? Utrecht’s Dutch Cup semifinal against Saints FC kicks off at 9:45 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Dutch law, Tang cannot work after 10 PM—meaning if Utrecht follows the law, he’s limited to at most 15 minutes of playing time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The schedule is tight: they played Feyenoord on the 28th, and now face Saints FC on March 2nd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s the Dutch Cup semifinal—a crucial match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, Tang Ye should be excited to play in the semifinal. But he wasn’t excited—he felt uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he might only get 15 minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock knock!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After lunch, Tang Ye knocked on Ten Hag’s door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Eric, can I be named in the squad for the semifinal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Tang Ye’s first season with the first team—he’d never played a proper knockout match in the Netherlands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To say he didn’t want to play in tomorrow’s semifinal? That would be a lie!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag neatly stacked the papers on his desk: “You won’t just play—you’ll start. Hardworking players are rewarded. You haven’t been late to training all week—you deserve to start.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I’ll be subbed off after 15 minutes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Subbed off? No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag shook his head: “You’ll start and play at least 45 minutes. The club has already budgeted for the fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After learning of the minor protection law’s restrictions, the club set aside a budget specifically to pay the fines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye nodded, said goodbye to Ten Hag, and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the stairs, Tang Ye met the club’s proprietor, Verhof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verhof was also here to see Ten Hag—and he shared Tang Ye’s concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eric, if Tang is still on the pitch after 10 PM, we’ll be fined.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verhof spoke slowly: “A few tens of thousands of euros per fine—we can afford it. But you know the fines increase. Later, they could reach 100,000 euros!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verhof stared into Ten Hag’s eyes: “So must Tang play? Can’t you remove him from the squad for these restricted matches?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few tens of thousands? Not a fortune—but not small change either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One fine would cost Utrecht half a team’s salary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verhof was pained!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht wasn’t Manchester United or Real Madrid—it didn’t have that kind of money!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag’s expression was strained: “Mr. Paul, I’m afraid that’s not possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, so Tang is our key player, then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Key player? No, not at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he’s not key, then why can’t you remove him from the squad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Paul, this is probably not possible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verhof placed his hand over his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bit speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dutch Cup semifinal: Utrecht vs. Saints FC.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saints FC is a team from Holland’s fourth division, three full tiers below the Eredivisie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent isn’t strong, but since it’s a semifinal, Utrecht still took it seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the 15th minute, the crowd’s eyes turned to Ten Hag, who was standing in front of the substitutes’ bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag remained unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"OK, Ten Hag is ignoring the rules again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Utrecht is being arrogant—let’s see if Tang Ye can make this fine worth it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go, King Tang!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the 24th minute, Aale headed in a goal, giving Utrecht the lead at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, at the 37th minute!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tang Ye! Not fast, but his rhythm is excellent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pass to Klebe, who’s making a run down the flank!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect! King Tang delivered a brilliant pass!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Klebe! Long shot!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goal!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ramselaar, look at de Jong beside you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pass or not? No pass! Ramselaar’s being too selfish—he’s dribbling alone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Foul! Away team foul! Utrecht gets a free kick!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give it to Mong! Let Mong take it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tang Ye! Send it into the box!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goal!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"3-0! Utrecht leads by three goals!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good job—Utrecht really got their money’s worth from this fine; Mong already has two assists.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, I didn’t bet because the odds were too low. Should’ve placed a 10,000-euro bet—I’d’ve made over a thousand!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait, how did Saints FC even make it to the semifinal? They’re so trash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Saints FC trash? No—Utrecht is just too strong!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Utrecht too strong? No—King Tang is just too strong!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bijansdoeteenbalprecies\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wateenbalmoetdoen\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wehebbengoedespelers\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At halftime, leading 3-0, the home fans were ecstatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although ahead, Ten Hag didn’t rush to substitute Tang Ye off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht had hired lawyers to calculate it: Tang Ye playing 45 minutes or 55 minutes incurred the same fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why not let him play until 55 minutes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holland fourth division players weren’t physically strong—even Tang Ye could handle them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the opposing defensive midfielder showing off in front of him, Tang Ye charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I got it! I got it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slid in a tackle, fell to the ground, looked up, then kicked the ball with his leg into the box. Aale received it, turned, and smashed a powerful shot into the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Aale’s second goal of the match!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And also Tang Ye’s hat-trick of assists!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hat-trick of assists!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You gained 5 Reverse Points】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Hat-trick of assists: bonus 20 Reverse Points】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【First hat-trick of assists: bonus 20 Reverse Points】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That felt good!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s rule-breaking match cost Utrecht tens of thousands of euros.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It bankrupted the club—but enriched him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The extra 40 Reverse Points from the assist hat-trick thrilled Tang Ye—he now wanted to see what reward he’d get for a four-assist game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sadly, after the dead ball, Ten Hag began making substitutions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the 53rd minute—if Tang Ye played two more minutes, Utrecht would have to pay an extra 8,500 euros in fines!\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>The home fans applauded Tang Ye as he jogged off the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent was weak; Tang Ye had wanted to farm more Reverse Points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But restrictions were on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【At 37, you play for an Eredivisie team, restricted by the Dutch Middle-Aged Player Protection Law—you cannot play full matches in certain games.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【System Middle-Aged Player Protection Law triggered. Selecting your compensation reward...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Playing at middle age often causes slower reaction speed. As compensation, you gain: 18-year-old reaction speed!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>18-year-old reaction speed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking from the sideline to the substitutes’ bench, Tang Ye’s expression went slack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—18-year-old reaction speed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was 16, and his reaction speed was already at 16-year-old level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the system had awarded him 18-year-old reaction speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sixteen-year-old reaction speed versus eighteen-year-old reaction speed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy shit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye now had one question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this making him stronger—or weaker?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2581,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9bdf0bebc4666193ea51e1a8bf70f2f5a0dbb66501e436a41c26ddd684378437","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-82","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-80",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]