[{"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-92":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},2300062,4499,"Chapter 92: TenHag Regains His Light, a New Contract?","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>\u003CContinuing Their Winning Streak, Utrecht Solidifies Their Position on the League Table!>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003CTenHag Leaves Montford Detention Center, Savior of Utrecht Returns!>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the news reported, on the day after Utrecht’s match against Feyenoord, TenHag left the local detention center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“TenHag!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Erik!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than a dozen football reporters immediately blocked TenHag as he stepped out, bombarding him with endless questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The team had won yesterday’s match, and today he was released from detention—TenHag was in good spirits, so he didn’t rush to the car but agreed to an interview.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Erik, yesterday afternoon you directed Utrecht from inside detention, and they won the match. What made you think to coach the players over the phone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporter handed the microphone to TenHag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, you mean that? I thought of it the moment I was arrested.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>TenHag smiled: “I knew this was the most critical period for the team. As head coach, I had to step up—the team cannot afford to be without me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporter nodded: “We’ve seen your impact on the team—Utrecht’s attack became far more effective in the second half. Mr. Erik, during the Ajax match you started Tom and kept him on for the full game, and then you were arrested.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you regret it? Do you wish you’d made a different decision?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No-no-no, I would never regret it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>TenHag shook his head vigorously: “Tang’s offensive threat is exceptional. I needed his ability to help us fight Ajax—you know, Ajax isn’t an easy team to beat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I did it. As for being taken away, I already knew this would happen. But my view is: if it benefits the team, I’m willing to accept some sacrifice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap! Clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Applause erupted from reporters and fans outside the detention center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Erik!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“TenHag!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Erik!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“TenHag!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fans’ chants were loud. TenHag raised his right hand to acknowledge them, and the crowd erupted in cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… Erik, you’re about to face Feyenoord in the Dutch Cup final.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporter returned to the topic, and TenHag’s expression instantly turned serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though Feyenoord currently ranks only fourth in the league, far behind you, they’re still one of the Eredivisie’s traditional powerhouses. Facing such a formidable opponent in the Dutch Cup final—as club head coach, what do you have to say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feyenoord is strong—I must admit that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporter handed him the microphone. TenHag stepped forward slightly, as if trying to take the mic from the reporter’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being locked up for over three days, TenHag had a lot to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you know, this season Utrecht has created many miracles—we have miraculous players and miraculous tactics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you believe you’ll win the Dutch Cup? Win your first Dutch Cup trophy since the 2003–2004 season?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I think so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Woww!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“TenHag!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“TenHag!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“TenHag!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【De Bruyne Curved Through Pass Lv3: Simulation】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proficiency: 217\u002F400\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【De Bruyne Far-Angle Curl Shot Lv3: Simulation】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proficiency: 27\u002F250\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【De Bruyne 45-Degree Cross Lv2: Similar】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proficiency: 32\u002F100\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the morning ball-training ended, Tang Ye exhaled deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, these skills of mine have become way harder to level up since reaching Lv3.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye currently has only one Lv6 skill—Spatial Movement—and even that was unlocked by exploiting a bug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from Spatial Movement, his strongest skills are now Lv3 Curved Through Pass and Lv3 Far-Angle Curl Shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem is, both are still far from reaching Lv4.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The road ahead is tough!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking slowly toward the physio room, Tang Ye glanced at his current account balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Account Balance: Reverse Points * 265\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The season’s almost over anyway—might as well unlock a few more things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I still need the Dutch Cup title and league title to open my ultimate treasure chest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Spend 160 Reverse Points to unlock a new item?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You obtained Paul Pogba’s Hair Gel: For the next 2 hours, whenever you gain 2 proficiency points in a skill, you gain an additional 1 point (for the same skill).】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Price: Reverse Points * 10\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at his system panel, Tang Ye felt a pang of regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’d known the next unlock would have this effect, he never would’ve held onto his 200+ Reverse Points!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>50% extra proficiency!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye estimated that if he’d had this item earlier, he wouldn’t have taken so long to raise Far-Angle Curl Shot to Lv3.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang, why do you look so down?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat, having finished his training, jogged up behind Tang Ye and slapped his shoulder: “Is it because Erik’s back? Haha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, how could that be? You’re imagining things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye shook his head, snapped back to reality, and patted Amrabat’s butt: “I’m just under a lot of pressure right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, Tang—you under pressure?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat didn’t believe him. He pointed at Ramseyer walking ahead: “Barth’s the one under real pressure—you know, Mr. Michel hired him a psychologist!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Psychologist?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s expression darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a professional player to suddenly see a psychologist? That’s never a good sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because Barth is under too much stress. Haven’t you noticed? He used to eat two croissants every morning—but lately he’s only eating half.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Amrabat hadn’t mentioned it, he’d never have noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What should we do? Should we do something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What can you do? Come on, Tang—you’re not a psychologist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat walked ahead of Tang Ye: “Just wake up earlier and eat Barth’s leftover croissant—then he won’t have any left. Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Tang Ye didn’t know what to do, he always stuck a piece of gum in his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to Amrabat’s reminder, Tang Ye carefully recalled—pressure wasn’t just Barth’s problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht is top of the league, with PSV and Ajax breathing down their necks, and the Dutch Cup final opponent is Feyenoord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about it, Utrecht is basically going head-to-head with all three Eredivisie giants!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder all my teammates are so tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s impossible not to be tense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preparations for Feyenoord continued. At the end of that day’s training, Tang Ye received another call from Pohl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the season nearing its end, Pohl wanted to meet Tang Ye to discuss next season.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“WenChow,” a Wenzhou restaurant in Montford—where Tang Ye first met Pohl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What would you like to eat, Tang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pohl handed him the menu: “My treat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s current weekly salary is 7,200 euros; under his contract, Pohl earns over 1,000 euros per week from him—4,000 euros per month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earning so much money, treating Tang Ye to a meal isn’t a big deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye held the menu, scanning it back and forth for two minutes but still couldn’t decide what to eat for dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have decision fatigue too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boer smiled and said; as soon as Tang Ye heard that, he made his choice immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One large bowl of wonton, two plates of duck tongue, and a serving of sweet and sour spare ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to his last visit, Tang Ye ordered far more this time—because after increasing his training load, his appetite had grown too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The menu was handed to the waiter; Boer ordered Tang Ye a cola, and the two began discussing matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll give you a quick update on the Eredivisie. Based on my assessment, I should be able to secure you a new contract with Utrecht paying 9,000 euros weekly—or even 10,000.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boer pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen from his backpack and quickly wrote down the current situation for Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten thousand euros weekly is unlikely, but if you win the Dutch Cup or the league title, I believe the club will be willing to pay that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But here’s the problem: my agency contract with you becomes void once your weekly salary reaches 10,000 euros.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boer pointed out the issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they first signed the agency contract, Tang Ye had set a 10,000-euro weekly salary threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A 15% commission rate is high; if Boer kept that rate after Tang Ye hit 10,000 euros weekly, it would be inappropriate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Boer’s primary reason for seeking out Tang Ye this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to lose Tang Ye, a rising prospect, so he proactively proposed a new agency contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A 9.5% commission on weekly salary—that was Boer’s offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But learning from past mistakes, Boer added a new clause to this contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Tang Ye’s weekly salary reaches 50,000 euros, the commission drops to 8%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 100,000 euros, it drops to 6.5%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Tang Ye’s weekly salary ever reaches 150,000 euros, the commission falls to the minimum of 6%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this commission structure, it’s clear Boer still wants to keep working with Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s shown real sincerity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… do we really need all that…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye pointed at the clause about 150,000 euros weekly and gave Boer a look that said, “You’re overestimating me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prepare for it—I’ve seen contracts for top stars in the five major leagues, and your rate might even be lower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye studied the draft Boer handed him, thought carefully, and finally agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would sign the new contract when the season ended next month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, there’s another issue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boer rested his elbows on the table, hands clasped in front: “Sevilla hasn’t responded, but Frankfurt’s management says they’re willing to raise your salary. Tang, should I help push this transfer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On April 24, the red-and-white bus carrying Utrecht’s players slowly pulled into Feyenoord Stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five hours remained until kickoff, and the stadium’s exterior was already packed with Feyenoord fans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the bus, Amrabat stood up from his seat: “Those guys outside are so arrogant—damn it, Tang, open the window, I’ll yell at them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feyenoord fans were immediately pressuring Utrecht’s players, and Amrabat couldn’t take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You gonna go out and beat them up? But there are a lot of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye gently pulled back the curtain and stole a glance outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it—the match was still hours away, and the place was already full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They have no chance at the league title this season; if they don’t win the Dutch Cup, they’ll get zero trophies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Van der Gaag suddenly spoke, explaining why Feyenoord fans were so fired up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re top of the league, so they’re desperate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat knelt on his seat—he clearly wanted to open the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So should I open it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye pointed to the curtain on his left and asked Amrabat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! I’m going to yell at them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye pulled open the window; Amrabat took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m gonna—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thwack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye had only pulled back the curtain when a plastic water bottle flew from afar and smashed against the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye quickly yanked the curtain shut; Amrabat jumped, plopping back onto his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ale pointed at Amrabat on the seat: “Can you be any more reckless? Tang hasn’t even opened the window yet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn these guys!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already humiliated before kickoff, Amrabat felt terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang, when the match starts, you’ve got to crush them—they’re way too arrogant!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye spread his hands, feigning innocence: “Why me? What about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a substitute!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat grinned, placing his hand on Tang Ye’s shoulder: “So it’s all up to you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye was about to nod in agreement, but then realized something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Sofyan—you were just baiting me? Fuck, I’m gonna kill you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye acted on his words, immediately wrestling with Amrabat in his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last year, every time they fought, Amrabat pinned him down—but since joining the first team, Tang Ye had developed fast and was no longer at a disadvantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front, Ten Hag and Van der Gaag watched the players fighting behind them, unsure what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The team’s atmosphere was sharply divided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Players like Ramselaar were tense—that was real pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye and Amrabat were the opposite extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat felt no pressure because he was a substitute; if they lost, no blame fell on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Tang Ye…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy’s nerves were naturally thick; Ten Hag found him somewhat baffling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay okay, clap clap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag thought for a moment, then stood up from his seat: “When we get off the bus, don’t provoke the home fans—arguing with them won’t help us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you’re under pressure—I’m under pressure too—but you must believe in your own ability. Where are we in the league right now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye shouted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly—we’re first. Feyenoord is fourth. Why should first fear fourth? They only have the Dutch Cup left. Trust me, their pressure is greater than ours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag wasn’t just excellent with the media—he was also a top-class team speaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the Dutch way of speaking: a few sentences, and the team’s atmosphere instantly lightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome to the 2015–16 Dutch Cup Final: Feyenoord versus Utrecht. I’m commentator Wang Chao!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Both teams are ready on the pitch. Today’s match is away for Utrecht, but I still believe Utrecht has the better chance to win!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In their last league match against Graafschap, Utrecht won without Ten Hag on the bench.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today, our Eric Ten Hag—the Saint Ten—is here in person to oversee the match. I believe Utrecht has no reason to lose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me introduce the starting lineups. First, Feyenoord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feyenoord is going all out today, so their lineup is packed with key starters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feyenoord (3-4-3)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goalkeeper: Vorm\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defenders: Van Beek, Bertin, Konggeluo\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midfielders: Karsdorp, Ahmed, Kuiter, Vleuten\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forwards: Tostado, Kramer, Elia\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Head Coach: Van Bronckhorst\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera focused on Feyenoord’s head coach as Wang Chao began his introduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this Dutch Cup final, the small streamer had done special preparation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This Van Bronckhorst previously contacted Tang Ye, but unfortunately, he was rejected by Tang Ye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, Utrecht’s side: still the familiar backline and front line. The midfield trio consists of De Jong, Ramselaar, and most importantly—King Tang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The referee is checking his watch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match has begun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aale passed the ball back to Van der Maarel, who controlled it and advanced forward, while Utrecht’s defenders searched for their own attacking opportunities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of the away team’s bench, Ten Hag had his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feyenoord lined up in a 3-4-3 formation, the current trend in the English Premier League.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feyenoord’s head coach had adopted Premier League tactics, which looked impressive—but to Ten Hag, it was pure pretension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Tang Ye’s incredible long-passing ability, Feyenoord still dared to play three center-backs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure pretension!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aren’t you going to run yourself to death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Give it to me—I’ll take it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye snatched the ball from Kum and immediately turned with it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He prepared to send a pass forward—then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Tang Ye was shoved aside!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahmedi won the ball by bodily charging Tang Ye; Tang Ye had no recourse, only casting a pleading glance at the referee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the referee made no call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, ref! Ref!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag raised both hands and immediately approached the fourth official: “That’s a foul! That’s clearly a foul!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fourth official remained unmoved—he wasn’t the main referee, and even if he wanted to whistle Ahmedi’s foul, he had no authority to do so!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag was irritated; now he finally understood why Feyenoord played three center-backs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no intention of giving Tang Ye any chance for a long pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How the hell are we supposed to play this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2530,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ae64ad43cd43aa280f85d4c3cdaecf292512eccf4d8175434df17ae340fd8e8b","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-93","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-91",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]