Football: I am only 16 years old, and you want me to retire and make a comeback?

Chapter 431 (Extra Chapter): Why do forwards get the Golden Boot while I don't have any trophies?

P.S.: This is related to the main text, but some readers don't like reading it, so I've made this part into a separate chapter.

The title includes a "Bonus Chapter" warning; readers who don't enjoy reminiscing can skip it without significantly affecting their reading experience.

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"Ha ha!"

Run out and slide on your knees!
Tang Ye drew two shallow marks and stood up from the grass.

The scoreboard outside the stadium displays the current live score.

The 72th minute of the game.

U13 Red Team: U15 Yellow Team.

2: 4.

"I've told you so many times not to slide on your knees!"

Coach Li Weibin's voice came through the phone, and Tang Ye blushed, standing there awkwardly: "I forgot, I forgot, I'm so sorry."

Sliding on the knees can cause significant damage to the grass, and since players in this age group have not yet fully developed their muscles, football academies prohibit younger players from sliding on their knees.

Tang Ye knew about this, of course, but he just couldn't help it.

He secretly learned this skill after watching Champions League matches on TV.

"Tang Ye is amazing!"

Wang Ruiqi hugged Tang Ye.

Facing the U15 second team (Yellow Team), Tang Ye, a good friend, delivered two assists and three successful dribbles, showcasing his consistently impressive performance.

"Beep, beep beep!!!"

The match ended with the U13 team losing to the U15 team with a score of 2:5.

Tang Ye sat on the ground and poured a small bottle of iodine directly onto his calf.

It hurt a lot, but Tang Ye didn't cry out because he was already used to these things.

Playing soccer with older students can easily lead to injuries.

"Tang Ye, did I get you some cotton swabs?"

Luo Kang walked over. He and Tang Ye had become good friends after eating KFC together last time.

"It's alright, it's alright, that's too much trouble, just pour it directly."

Tang Ye accidentally spilled all the iodine and simply left it on the ground.

"Brother Kang, I feel like we almost won."

"We lost by 3 goals."

Luo Kang said.

Actually, he wasn't originally a member of the Red Team, but he was temporarily transferred to the Red Team for training due to his outstanding performance in recent training sessions.

"No, I meant a feeling. If we played a little better, we could win. They seem pretty bad."

Tang Ye spoke without thinking. Just then, a U15 player from the Yellow Team walked by, and the two started fighting.

"Say it again?"

The U15 guy walked over, and Tang Ye got a little scared. He sat on the ground and kept backing away, his eyes darting around: "I'm sorry..."

The guy opposite him was almost half a head taller than him.

A simple calculation shows that if a fight broke out, Tang Ye would be beaten to tears.

"You think you're so great with just two assists? Seriously?"

After cursing at Tang Ye, the Yellow Team members even tried to shove him a few times, but unexpectedly, Luo Kang went directly to the coach.

"Hey, you fucking come here!"

Li Weibin gave a shout, and the U15 player immediately ran away.

Tang Ye kept his mouth shut, his eyes fixed on Li Weibin, and didn't say a word for a long time.

He felt that the coach was really amazing; even the tall, older students were afraid of him!

"Haha, Tang Ye, you don't need to be afraid."

Luo Kang walked over and sat down next to Tang Ye: "You play so well, the coach will take notice of you."

Tang Ye laughed heartily: "I'm not scared. If he had taken one more step forward, I would have hit him, but he didn't take a single step forward, so I won't hit him."

Beep!
Gather together!
"12, 13, 14... Okay, we've all arrived, right? Let me tell you about the finals next month."

The competition that the U13 Red Team participates in is called the "China Youth Football League (U13 Age Group)".

Because China is a very large country, although it is a national competition, it is actually played in separate regional divisions.

Luneng Football School has a high overall level and basically swept through the competition area. Now it is preparing to participate in the global finals.

The competition will be held in Jilin, which is not too far from Shandong.

"Okay, let me first tell you the list of participants for the competition..."

"Wang Ruiqi, Xu Xu, Liu Changqi, Tang Ye, Commander He..."

When Tang Ye heard the final confirmation that his good friend Luo Kang was not on the list, he felt a little sad, so he put his hand on Luo Kang's thigh.

Having recently transferred from the Yellow Team, Luo Kang, despite his outstanding performance in training matches, has not earned the trust of the head coach.

However, seemingly because he had already guessed that he wouldn't be able to participate in the finals, Luo Kang remained relatively calm after the news was confirmed.

"Tang Ye"

Luo Kang whispered, "I heard that people who win the national finals have a high chance of playing in the Chinese Super League."

"Really? Who said that?"

Tang Ye's eyes lit up.

"My English teacher said... well... if I could play in the Chinese Super League, my parents would be so happy. My ultimate goal is to play in the Chinese Super League."

Tang Ye nodded slightly.

"If we win the championship, I feel like I can talk to my dad about it."

"You only talk after you win the championship? Tang Ye, if I were you, I would have said it as soon as we made it to the finals. This is a national competition, and you've beaten so many teams."

Luo Kang couldn't understand Tang Ye's idea at all.

This guy is being way too low-key!
……

[2009 National Youth Football League U13 Group Third Place: Luneng Football School U13A Team]

Looking at the banner hanging on the stage, Tang Ye lowered his head and touched the medal on his chest, looking somewhat dejected.

"what happened?"

Wang Ruiqi looked at him and said, "Tang Ye, you've already won, why are you still upset?"

"It seems like I won't be able to play in the Chinese Super League anymore..."

Tang Ye hung his head.

After the team awards ceremony, the individual awards ceremony began.

"Most Outstanding Player in the Knockout Stage: Xu Genye"

clap clap clap!
Applause erupted from the audience.

"Golden Boot Award, Liu Zhi!" *Clap clap clap!*
Applause erupted again.

Tang Ye didn't react much when the MVP was announced, but now that the Golden Boot award is being presented, he's finally making a move.

"Brother Qi, why does the person with the most goals get a prize, but the person with the most assists doesn't?"

"I should have one too, right?"

Tang Ye voiced the question that had always been on his mind.

"Assists are usually relatively few, right? Three or four, isn't that a bit troublesome?"

Wang Ruiqi said.

Reaching into his pocket, Tang Ye pulled out his personal data card.

The card wasn't very good quality; it was a bit wrinkled, but that didn't prevent the contents from being read.

Tang Ye (10 years old), Luneng Football School U13A

Matches played: 14, Goals scored: 6, Assists scored: 12

"But... he hasn't scored as many goals as I've had assists."

"Damn it, I feel like I got ripped off. I shouldn't have listened to that coach when he told me to play midfield; I should have played winger."

Tang Ye was starting to regret it.

Wang Ruiqi shrugged: "Anyway, you've scored quite a lot of goals. If you come back to play in this competition a year later, the Golden Boot will be a piece of cake."

"The coach told me the same thing when I played in the U11 team last year..."

Tang Ye put the data card he had taken out back into his pocket.

"and then?"

"I went to the U13B team the next day."

"..."

After the finals, it will be the long-awaited summer vacation.

Accompanied by a flight attendant, Tang Ye walked to the arrival hall.

Looking around, she quickly spotted Tang Zhengxiong lying in the massage chair, and ran over to him, saying, "Dad, I'm here!"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing the sound, Tang Zhengxiong stood up from the massage chair.

She wanted to take the backpack full of things from Tang Ye's back, but hesitated and didn't do so.

At home in the evening.

"That, that..."

At the dinner table, Tang Ye hesitated.

What would you like to eat?

Zhang Qingqing thought Tang Ye couldn't reach the dishes he wanted to eat.

Mothers are always like this, worrying that their children aren't eating well enough.

"No, that..."

"I got third place in that Chinese U13 youth tournament. And I had the most assists, a total of 12."

"If there were a trophy for assists, I could get one, but there isn't one for assists, so I can't bring the trophy back."

Tang Ye emphasized the word "China," seemingly to stress that this was a highly prestigious competition.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Zhang Qingqing quickly gave Tang Ye a hug, and the latter smiled happily, but the smile only lasted for a short time.

Because he noticed that his father's face didn't have what he wanted to see.

"Third place doesn't prove anything, does it?"

Tang Zhengxiong ate the food in his bowl and said casually.

"Masao!"

Zhang Qingqing called out, and Tang Zhengxiong seemed somewhat innocent: "That's true. If it's third place in the senior team, then it's certainly acceptable, but third place in the U13 team doesn't have much value."

Tang Ye bit his finger.

At Zhang Qingqing's request, Tang Zhengxiong did not continue speaking. After quietly finishing his meal, Tang Ye quietly returned to his room.

It's a bit of a pity.

If he had played even better, Shandong Luneng would have had a chance to win the championship.

"Hey Zhengxiong, how many times have I told you? You should encourage your son when he gets good grades. He doesn't know what to do if you keep acting like this."

Zhang Qingqing was very dissatisfied with Tang Zhengxiong's behavior just now.

"Qingqing, please believe me, okay? He's just playing football on a whim; he won't stick with it for long."

Zhang Qingqing stood up from her chair: "You said he couldn't keep it up for much longer, but he's been playing for three years now."

"Boys should be independent. I think you're absolutely right. I listened to you and didn't go to Shandong to see him. You said he wouldn't be able to hold on and would call back on his own, but he didn't call. He won't come back unless we call. What kind of 10-year-old only comes home four times a year?"

"He's done everything you asked, and he hasn't complained about being tired, so shouldn't you support him? Look, he's even talking less and less at home."

Zhang Qingqing said.

There was still rice in the bowl, but she couldn't eat anymore.

"No, Qingqing, you didn't understand what I meant. Tang Ye should play basketball like I said. You saw it at the Canberra summer camp, right? No one his age at that school could beat him. And he's only been training for a short time. What's so fun about soccer? He'd be better at tennis than that."

"Why does it have to be basketball? Just because you like watching basketball? Why don't you let him play rugby? Don't you really like rugby?"

While Tang Zhengxiong and Zhang Qingqing were still arguing, Tang Ye had already returned to his room.

The distance was too great for him to hear anything.

[Guangdong Telecom Zone 1, Version NO.2.0, Network: Good]

[QQ Account:]

QQ Password:

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Tang Ye carefully entered his account and password and quickly found Luo Kang and Wang Ruiqi after entering the game.

Why is dinner taking so long? Hurry up!

【I】

【type】

It's a little slow.

Wait for me

【one time】

Is that okay?

Because he had only recently started using computers, Tang Ye needed some time to figure out the positions of the letters on the keyboard.

Oh, it's open!
The game sounds came from the speakers, and Tang Ye's eyes lit up.

……

(End of this chapter)