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

Chapter 480 (Extra Chapter): Tang Ye, Felix, Dalot
[International Exchange Match: Porto Youth vs. Shandong Luneng U15 Yellow Team]

Outside the training field, Tang Ye walked slowly, stretching his calves from time to time.

I yawn.

It's now the 51st minute of the second half, and the score is tied 1-1. The head coach still hasn't given him any indication of playing.

But that’s fine too.

The outcome of this match doesn't really affect me much, so it doesn't really matter.

boom!
Felix, wearing number 90, took a long-range shot and was then brought down by a Shandong Luneng defender, resulting in a direct free kick for Porto.

"Where is your genius?"

The Porto coach approached the Shandong Luneng coach and, through a translator, conveyed his message: "You're not letting him play? I'd love to see."

The Shandong Luneng coach pinched his nose, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"What's wrong, Yang? You told me about him last year, why aren't you letting him play? I've already shown you our best player, see that number 90?"

"A true genius, a genius of Porto!"

The Porto coach spoke loudly, and the translator matched his tone.

Shandong Luneng is now in a rather awkward position.

Youth training teams from China, Portugal, and Spain gather together every year for training matches. Last year, the Shandong Luneng coach told Porto that he had a super talent who played in the U15 second team at the age of 10, which startled the Porto players.

The Shandong Luneng coach was certainly confident to say that, but for some reason, the growth rate of this so-called "super genius" slowed down little by little over the next year.

At the age of 10, he was a top genius, a top genius who surpassed everything.

He's still a genius at 11, but compared to Porto's Felix, he's nothing.

Yang Guoen turned to look at Tang Ye, who was looking around at the scenery by the sidelines of the court.

"..."

"Tang Ye, get ready to go on stage!"

"Wow, it's finally here!"

The Porto coach seemed a bit excited: "It's that number 99, right? He looks pretty average, but at this age, he doesn't seem to need to be too physically strong."

"Yang, may I see his data?"

Yang Guoen did not refuse, but the data he provided was kept confidential.

Tang Ye, Shandong Luneng U15 Yellow Team

[Date of Birth: October 2, 1999]

[Age: 11 years old]

"You're only willing to show me his age? Okay, okay, fine!"

The Porto coach refused to provide a scout report, so Yang Guoen had no choice but to rely on his own eyes to see for himself.

Taking off his vest and going on the field, the 11-year-old Shandong Luneng number 99 doesn't look too short on the field, because many Porto players are only 12 or 13 years old.

Among them, number 90, Felix, is the same age as him!

As soon as he entered the game, Tang Ye moved to the right side, walking and running back and forth, which looked a bit strange.

Felix is ​​getting closer!
coming!

The Porto coach was very focused, eager to see a head-to-head match between these two 11-year-old prodigies.

Felix pulls the ball back!

The Portuguese player was originally planning to coordinate with his teammates, but when he realized that Tang Ye had no intention of pressing, he simply dribbled the ball over to him.

"Speed ​​up!"

"start running!"

Yang Guoen shouted, "Tang Ye, run! Run! Don't defend with your eyes!"

Felix cut inside after reaching the byline, but his subsequent shot was blocked by a Shandong Luneng defender.

"Hey, Yang, you don't need to hide it anymore. It's a good thing for you if more people know about him!"

The Porto coach thought Yang Guoen wanted to hide Tang Ye's abilities, but that was obviously wishful thinking.

If players become famous in their youth, it can greatly benefit their future careers.

Yang Guoren certainly understood this principle.

The problem is that Tang Ye has been playing like this for the past few months!

As Shandong Luneng transitioned from defense to offense, their players began pressing forward aggressively, while Porto's coach kept a close eye on Tang Ye.

"Come on, come on... little guy, let me see your abilities!"

The defender passed the ball up, and Tang Ye walked over.

Porto's players came up to steal it!

Two players pressed forward simultaneously, creating a strong sense of pressure.

"Spread it!"

Yang Guoen's throat was sore from shouting, but Tang Ye simply didn't listen.

Looking back, Tang Ye then stretched out his foot and pulled the ball sharply, sending it flying between the defender's legs.

"Oh shit!"

He turned and ran forward, then played a through ball to the team's winger.

He wasn't running fast, but his eyes kept darting around, and no one but himself knew what he was looking at.

A Shandong Luneng striker approaches, and in front of him is number 76, Dalot!

"Come!"

Tang Ye's voice came over, and his teammates decisively made a cross pass.

Get the ball!

He walked into the restricted area by himself!

The angle was slightly off, and Dalot came up to cover, but Tang Ye didn't take any protective measures and continued to control the ball himself.

Stepping on the penalty area line!

Pass the ball!

A teammate ran up from behind and gently poked the ball into the net.

"hiss……"

Despite conceding a goal, the Porto coach felt no anger, only a sense of shock.

Although they deliberately held back on defense, this attack shows that the opposing player number 99 is indeed a formidable opponent.

"I believe you, Yang, but that alone doesn't quite qualify him as a peerless genius. He's not as good as Felix."

Yang Guoen remained silent.

Because what the Porto coach said is true. The game continues!

Because it was a training match, Shandong Luneng did not choose to defend after the score was 2-1, but continued to maintain their attacking intensity.

He received the ball on the wing and slowly moved towards the center.

After 15 minutes, Tang Ye finally got into the game, and his speed increased significantly as a result.

The defender came up to steal the ball, so Tang Ye quickly found Wang Ruiqi for a one-two pass and regained possession.

Before getting the ball, go check out the opposing defense!
boom!
A low, through ball is sent out, targeting the shadow striker on the offside line.

Unfortunately, the pass wasn't very accurate, and the ball was eventually cleared by the opponent.

"hiss……"

The Porto coach's breathing quickened: "Hey Yang, how about you give us this guy? 10 euros, okay?"

The Porto youth team coach was indeed a bit too direct, but it's a good thing he expressed his thoughts so frankly.

Do you want him?

Yang Guoren squinted: "To be honest, what you've seen is only part of the story. 10 euros is definitely not enough. You know how far China is from Portugal. Do you think his parents would agree to sending an 11-year-old to play football in Portugal?"

"120,000 euros is the limit, or we can make a trade. You can choose U17 players, and after three more years of training, they can play directly in the first-tier league!"

The proposal to exchange players indicates that the Porto coach genuinely wants Tang Ye.

But Yang Guoen isn't stupid; the U17 players that Porto could trade for certainly wouldn't have much potential.

They're just those players whose youth training contracts are about to end but who can't get playing time professionally and are thus eliminated!
"Alright, I want your defender."

Yang Guoren pointed to Dalot on the field: "Diogo Dalot, is that his name? If it's him, we can make this exchange."

"Go to hell, Yang!"

The Porto coach became an overnight sensation.

"Diogo is worth at least 5 million... no, 10 million euros! Diogo is at least a 10 million euro player, we're definitely losing out by doing this!"

I was furious, and considering China's extremely low rate of discovering outstanding players, the coaching deal was obviously off.

"Alright, then there's nothing to discuss."

Yang Guoren shook his head.

Although he doesn't particularly like lazy players like Tang Ye, he would never deny Tang Ye's ability because of that.

Playing in the U15 team at the age of 10 is unprecedented in the history of youth training in China. Shandong Luneng must keep this prodigy in their own hands.

"What's wrong, teacher?"

Tang Ye pulled it out from somewhere, startling Yang Guoen: "Holy crap, you! What's wrong?"

"Um, teacher, I just saw you and that Portuguese coach pointing at me. Is there anything you need me to do?"

"..."

"I told you you don't run enough on the field; nobody plays like you."

"Go around the court 10 times, you can do it yourself."

"..."

Tang Ye took a step back: "Damn it, teacher, please don't treat me like this..."

"There's nothing to say. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to play like this?"

"Sorry……"

"When should I start running? Can I run one lap a day for 10 days?"

"Now! Run 10 laps now!"

"Oh, okay, okay."

After changing his shoes, Tang Ye returned to the training field.

"Hurry up, hurry up! If you're too slow, it doesn't count!"

The coach's voice came from behind.

……

"No, I feel like I'm being targeted; the teacher is trying to harm me."

Back in the dorm, Tang Ye started complaining to his roommates.

Luo Kang sat down next to him and watched Tang Ye turn on his computer.

"What are you targeting?"

"I didn't run much during the race, and then he made me run 10 laps after the race. Last time it was clearly 5 laps, damn it, I'm not lying to you, it really was 5 laps."

"Forehead……"

Luo Kang scratched his head: "Maybe it's because it's an international training match. Yang Ge is too concerned about his image. I've been penalized before, I give up."

"Forget it, I'm not going to argue with him."

Tang Ye changed into slippers, just as the computer finished booting up.

"Come on, Brother Kang, let's play CrossFire!"

"Play against you? Am I too bad at this?"

Luo Kang pointed to his own nose.

His CF skill level is on a completely different level from Tang Ye's!
"It's okay, just come on, I'll teach you the Li Guo Jump (ghost jump), it's incredibly powerful, damn, the guy who invented this thing is a real genius."

"Should I call a few more people?"

Luo Kang said, "Wang Ruiqi and the others, as well as Xie Wenneng, but they're not that great, are they?"

"It's alright, it's alright, come on in!"

Tang Ye's hooking motion looked very generous.

It would be a terrible thing to be unable to play games with a friend because they are too bad at the game.

"Forget it, let's just go to an internet cafe. That way we can play and chat at the same time. Kang, go get some people."

Tang Ye's strength now is on a completely different level compared to Tang Ye's strength a year ago.

Of course, this isn't about football, but about CrossFire.

"Fine, are you sure you want to take them along? They're even worse than me."

"It's okay, stay on my team. If we lose, it's my fault."

If you can play games with a group of good friends, then it's not unacceptable if the game is a little difficult.

When teammates don't play well, the Guangdong Gun God will step up and lead them!

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(End of this chapter)