[{"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-89":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},2300059,4499,"Chapter 89: Teng Sheng Sacrifices Himself for Righteousness","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-89",89,"\u003Cp>Johan Cruyff Arena, both teams’ starting eleven are ready in the player tunnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The on-site commentators are also prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome to the 2015-16 Eredivisie, Matchday 31: Ajax vs Utrecht!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now I must proudly introduce the starting lineups of both teams. First, the home side, Ajax!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goalkeeper: Cillessen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Defenders: Veltman, Van der Hoorn, Firla!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Midfielders: Guedioura! Bazuel! Sinkgraven, Klaasen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forwards: El Ghazi, Milik, Younes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And now, Utrecht.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Midfielder, our miracle Tom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though away, many fans still applauded Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This 17-year-old rookie had left a deep impression on everyone this season!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly named by the commentator, Tang Ye felt a flutter of nervousness—and an indescribable thrill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be nervous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar placed his hand on Tang Ye’s shoulder; the latter shook his head: “I’m not nervous, but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye pointed at Ramselaar’s calf: “But why is your leg shaking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There was a slight tremor earlier—you probably didn’t feel it, but I’m more sensitive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“eenjuichtoondavrelangsdevelden (Cheers echo across the pitch)”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“vooronsdierbaarroodenwit (For our beloved red-and-white army)”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“deploegdedapp'remeerschehelden (The brave heroes of the team)”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the match began, the home fans broke into their anthem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s the home advantage—Ajax’s supporters wanted to overwhelm their rivals with sheer noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a crucial match: Utrecht sat just one place above Ajax. A win here would be like earning six points in one game!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, guys, I’m adjusting the gear—good, good, almost there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chao arrived late, but moved fast, diving straight into commentary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bazuel! Bazuel dribbling down the left!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amrabat pushing forward! Today, Ten Hag has replaced De Jong with Amrabat—let’s see what Amrabat can deliver!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Handball! Amrabat handled the ball in the box!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, that looks like a penalty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slow motion replay!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fans in the livestream felt their hearts stop—the broadcast cut to slow motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klaasen’s shot struck Amrabat’s hand dead-on!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bleep!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee blew his whistle and pointed to the penalty spot in Utrecht’s box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a penalty!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ajax!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ajax!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ajax!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just seven minutes in, Ajax had earned a penalty—their fans erupted in cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, the away section fell utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Away teams already struggle with momentum; now, conceding a penalty right at kickoff?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How the hell are they supposed to play from here?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat covered his face in shame; goalkeeper Ruit was under immense pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klaasen, who won the penalty, stepped up to take it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Run-up…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“goooo——aaaaa——llllll!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit! Ajax scores!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht falls behind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clock read 8 minutes—Utrecht trailed by one goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight minutes revealed nothing about true strength—but it was clear: Ajax had far better luck today!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think! Focus! Concentrate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag roared at the pitch, jabbing his finger at his temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this match was getting to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lose this critical game, and Ten Hag wouldn’t sleep a wink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s okay, it’s okay!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar ran over and patted Amrabat on the back. Though Amrabat’s handball was wrong, as captain, Ramselaar knew he had to step up and encourage his teammate now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regretting the lost penalty won’t create new chances—but lifting their spirits for a counterattack might still bring Utrecht level!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huff… huff…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye sprinted back and forth in midfield. Ajax had possession; Tang Ye and Ramselaar pressed like they were in a passing drill, hunting down their opponents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ajax’s tempo was brutal—Tang Ye ran himself ragged and still couldn’t touch the ball once!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sinkgraven played a low, long pass toward Klaasen; Tang Ye saw the opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish! Swish! Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye slid in and intercepted Sinkgraven’s pass mid-flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klaasen rushed in to tackle; Tang Ye sprang up and passed instantly to Amrabat, who had sprinted over to support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat drove forward with the ball!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passed to Ramselaar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar fed Balazs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Utrecht’s chance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balazs sent a cross into the center—Ale rushed in!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, so close!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump! Thump! Thump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chao, in front of his screen, slammed his mechanical keyboard repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ale’s header flew just wide, out for a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht missed their chance to equalize!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag clenched one fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glanced at the fourth official’s stoppage-time board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already the 25th minute of the first half!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the 30-minute mark, Ten Hag still had a chance to reverse course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pull Tang Ye off the pitch, and Utrecht would avoid the fine; Ten Hag could escape the risk of suspension!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he do it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to look at the substitutes on the bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayoub, in poor form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>De Jong, who could only advance but never finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest were youths barely older than Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ten Hag made a substitution, Utrecht would almost certainly lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a fierce internal struggle, Ten Hag gritted his teeth—and chose not to substitute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose to believe in his protégé!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>30'00''\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Ten Hag—the fans in the stands were also staring at the fourth official’s timer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the time came, the fans in the stands immediately cheered and jeered, even breaking into song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Erik Ten Hag~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Erik Ten Hag~ locked up~ Erik Ten Hag~ the prison’s waiting for you~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht has no future—only darkness awaits Ten Hag~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“wow~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“erik! tenhag!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“erik! tenhag!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The home team fans continued taunting; the camera cut to Ten Hag standing in front of the substitutes’ bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag heard the home fans singing “The March of Erik Ten Hag’s Imprisonment.” His mouth was shut, his face pale with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Not making a single substitution?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Insane, I’ll never criticize Ten Hag again—he’s really sacrificed so much for the team.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【What’s the Dutch police saying? Are they really going to take Ten Hag away for “education”?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I think they won’t, but Utrecht will probably face even heavier fines.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Tang the King, push on! Your Master has already made the sacrifice behind you!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Head coach in jail? Full water!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Damn, Ajax is this strong? What’s the point of playing? Just hand them the top spot.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Tang the King hasn’t even started yet—this isn’t the right moment. Wait a bit longer, there’s a reason.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty minutes passed without a single substitution from Utrecht; the home team’s coaching staff cast admiring glances at Ten Hag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye, rarely feeling nervous, now felt tension tighten in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye knew his actions would cost the team a fine—that was the source of his pressure. He needed to deliver a performance worthy of the penalty!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 35th minute of the first half arrived; Ajax still controlled possession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar pointed at Sinkgraven; Tang Ye sprinted over immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Utrecht wasn’t a team that relied on possession, Ajax’s control today was absurdly high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye had barely touched the ball at all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll take it! I’ll take it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye ran toward Sinkgraven, who kept scanning left and right. Tang Ye guessed a possible passing option and cut diagonally toward the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sinkgraven passed the ball—Tang Ye guessed right!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry! Hurry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ajax players urged him on; Bazoer sprinted over and intercepted the ball before Ale could reach it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pass to Clasen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Ramselaar appeared out of nowhere and stuck out his foot to block Bazoer’s low pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an opportunity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye immediately repositioned, sprinting behind Sinkgraven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar played a through ball; Tang Ye extended his right foot and cleanly controlled it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect! “Tang the King is about to perform!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dribble forward—check your teammates first. Ale, who just pressed back, is now dropping wide right; the right flank is Jostens and Barazite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Barazite is cutting inside!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh… Tang Ye’s been taken down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On camera, Bazoer charged from the left into the center and executed a sliding tackle that dispossessed Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director showed a slow-motion replay: Bazoer’s studs landed squarely on Tang Ye’s calf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, Bazoer! What the hell are you doing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bazoer just took out Tang Ye—that’s a foul by Ajax!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Wang Chao’s livestream, a flood of “bean warriors” flooded the chat, urging the referee to show Bazoer a red card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bazoer’s tackle was clearly a yellow-card offense—but he took down Tang the King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That deserves a red card!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the referee, Pereira, couldn’t see the livestream comments; he showed Bazoer a yellow card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yellowcard: bazoer\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye rolled on the ground clutching his calf; the team doctor was already preparing to enter—when Tang Ye finally stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He locked eyes with Bazoer; his expression was grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tom, you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar rushed over and examined Tang Ye’s injured left leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sock was dusty, but otherwise, no visible damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye took a deep breath, shook his leg—pain still lingered, but he could tell it wasn’t a serious injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Play resumed; Ajax’s foul had halted Utrecht’s rare attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>41st minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feltman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feltman plays a horizontal pass!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, don’t do that—can’t anyone see Clasen? Clasen’s in a perfect position!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clasen received Feltman’s pass and fired a low drive into the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second goal—Clasen extended Ajax’s lead to 2-0!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Utrecht players on the pitch were now utterly dejected; they’d hoped to claw back the one-goal deficit before halftime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they were down by two!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it—if Bazoer hadn’t taken down Tang Ye on that last attack, we might already be 1-1!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ajax!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ajax!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stands were filled with the home fans’ noise; Ajax, up by two goals, now controlled the match’s rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-time arrived; Ten Hag moved swiftly, returning to the locker room first while leaving Fan De behind in the tunnel to urge the players back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the locker room, Utrecht’s players sat facing four directions, all silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Ajax’s two goals had left them stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag manipulated the tactical board, replaying the first-half player positions, then turned to face his team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must feel it—our opponents have had luck today, leaving us on the back foot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But it doesn’t matter. In raw ability, we’re nearly equal—perhaps even stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bart, Tang, and Sofyan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag began calling names; Tang Ye, the first to be called, lifted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our possession rate is too low. The midfield must support the forwards in pressing—especially you, Tang. The attacking midfielder must press hard, or we won’t win the ball back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag singled out Tang Ye’s flaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pressing requires coordination with teammates—Tang Ye always ran alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s like the circle drill: the more players inside the circle pressing, the greater the pressure on those outside passing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our opponents are playing too comfortably. We need to make them suffer—do you understand? We need to pressure them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gulp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye drank half his bottle of mineral water, then pulled out a piece of gum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second half began; the home fans’ stands maintained their first-half intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike the first half, Utrecht had made adjustments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the 55th minute, Utrecht’s possession rate began to recover—all thanks to Tang Ye coordinating with the three forwards in pressing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clasen controlled the ball in the center; Ale and Barazite both closed in on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clasen passed to Yunes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye had slipped behind Yunes at some point; he intercepted the ball just as Yunes stretched out his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Play forward! Play it forward!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag shouted loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye wasn’t foolish; he knew exactly what he should do now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long ground pass sent the ball straight to the right baseline!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jostens, moved to the flank, successfully controlled the ball!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ajax played with finesse, while Utrecht favored a more open, aggressive style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sometimes this open style could produce unexpected results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jostens took the ball at the baseline and went one-on-one with Verhoeff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balazic moved to support!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye followed his habit, drifting all the way from the right flank toward the edge of the penalty area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jostens pressed Ajax’s defense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A backheel cross!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Tang Ye!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye reacted quickly, glancing into the penalty area before receiving the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memorizing the positioning of both teams’ players inside the box, Tang Ye moved forward to meet Jostens’ backheel cross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struck the ball without controlling it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Into the penalty area!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the help of Fernandes’s one-touch passing module, Tang Ye’s pass was precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Tang Ye didn’t control the ball, it carried heavy spin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a test for Aale!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goal! Aale! Beautiful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Assisted by Tang Ye! Utrecht pulls one back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“2:1!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht still has a chance to win!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After scoring, Aale didn’t celebrate immediately; he high-fived Tang Ye inside the penalty area, then ran to the goal to retrieve the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goal wasn’t over yet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clap! Clap! Clap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director’s camera first showed Aale, then cut to Tang Ye, who provided the assist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye chewed gum, his expression noticeably more relaxed than in the first half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stadium commentator gave his analysis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, this is Tom’s trait—most players might choose to control the ball first before crossing, but in that situation, if Tom had done that, the opponent likely would have intercepted it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He chose to cross directly, denying the opponent any chance to disrupt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht still has hope!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After scoring, Utrecht began to gain momentum; the match reached the 65th minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramselaar delivered the corner kick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the first point, Aale and Van der Hoorn contested!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Van der Hoorn cleared the ball out of the penalty area!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This looked like a header clearance by Ajax’s center-back, but it wasn’t that simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!?! Tang Ye, Tang Ye was just behind the second bounce!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Balazic reacted quickly and moved wide!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye, pass...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shoot directly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s low drive struck the left post, bounced out, and rolled back to Aale’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clearly a lucky shot—but perfectly timed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aale!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goooo—aaaaa—lllllll!!!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2:2!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the second goal, Aale finally let loose in celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on! Come on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aale ran backward, waited for Tang Ye to approach, then wrapped his arm around Tang Ye’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera cut to the sideline—Erik Ten Hag spread his arms wide!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Utrecht is now playing with confidence!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If they can hold the 2:2 scoreline, they’ll remain top of the table after this match!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, guys, I think Utrecht might switch to defense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chao had a bad feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few viewers had bet on a draw; if Ten Hag chose to defend, it would be disastrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the 70th minute, Ten Hag made a substitution: De Jong replaced Amrabat, plus a defensive positional swap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything else remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still four defenders!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten Hag didn’t choose to defend—he wants to win!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A very bold choice!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saint Ten!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: 21,000-word update, fifth consecutive day over 20,000 words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more words—please vote for monthly tickets!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2414,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bc38c228e8bdb4653891d299b250ce5a3f6b4cbcfe8dfe18aa9c230c0fa4e3a5","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-90","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-88",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]