World's No.1 Football Manager

Chapter 262 Best Heart Rate

In the training session the next morning, when Marquez came to the training ground, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure—Perinati, and his bunch of "high-tech toys".

The reason why he is familiar is because Perinati has been bothering himself for a while in the past, talking about "training reform" and "improving the technological content of training" and other nonsense; but unfamiliar because, since I couldn't bear it and scolded him, this nerd has not appeared in the training base of the sports center for a long time.

Marquez frowned and said loudly, "Why are you here? We're about to start training! Unrelated personnel, please leave the training ground!"

Perinati saw that he was an old enemy, and he was unambiguous: "Who am I? It turned out to be Marquez! Haven't you brought your pile of training programs from the last century to the nursing home?"

"Get out of the training ground! Football is an art that pays attention to inheritance, not an electronic toy! Don't think that after a few more days of reading, you can point fingers at the green field! You don't understand football at all!"

"You don't understand science! Brazilian football is played 1:7 at home because there are too many old guys like you who stick to the rules!"

It is human nature to watch the excitement. Whether you are Chinese or Brazilian, the teenagers of the two countries are divided into two groups according to their nationality. Watching the old and the young arguing on the training ground, they consciously become melon-eating crowds.

"Don't be noisy, I called Perinati. From today onwards, he is a member of the coaching staff." Gao Yuan's voice sounded, and he led Balista, Han Peng, Liu Jindong and other coaches to come from a distance.

Although Gao Yuan is the youngest, but he walks in the front, but he also looks like a big brother who takes the lead.

Marquez suppressed his anger when he saw that Balista was also following Gao Yuan, but he still muttered in dissatisfaction: "There are children who don't understand football everywhere! What's going on these days!"

"Put on your GPSports vest, and you will wear this in training in the future." Gao Yuan instructed the players.

In Marquez's eyes, the pile of "high-tech toys" that Perinati played with just now are GPSports training vests and terminal equipment.

Chinese children have been exposed to the GPSports system for a long time in domestic training, so they are no strangers to it, and they just put it on their bodies, while the Brazilian children are curious, playing with it over and over again, and find it very fresh.

Marquez snorted coldly: "Fancy toys"

After Perinati finished connecting the equipment, he sat on the sidelines, turned on the computer, and stared at the screen seriously.

Marquez curled his lips in disdain again, as if talking to himself, but the voice was loud enough for Perinati to hear, "Football is not a computer game, what's the use of watching the screen, it's ridiculous!"

Gao Yuan told Marquez, "Coach, start training."

In all fairness, he was serious about training Marquez.Although there was a lot of weird words before, his eyes widened as soon as the training started.

The training subjects are still the same as yesterday.

It starts with a warm-up, jogging, stretching and laps.

Gao Yuan did not watch the players' training at close range on the field, but ran to the sidelines and stared at Perinati's computer screen.

Marquez feels that the young people nowadays are really a little unreasonable. In his heart, football is actually kicked out on the field, not the cold data in the computer.

Just when Marquez was about to announce the end of the warm-up, Gao Yuan stopped the training first.

"Are you guys playing games? Children in kindergarten are more serious about playing games than your warm-up training!"

Gao Yuan suddenly reprimanded the players loudly.

Then Gao Yuan read out a few names, most of these people were Chinese players.

The players whose names I read will go to the next stage of training with the ball, and the rest will go to the training of scrambling again!
The vast majority of those left behind are Brazilian teenagers, with only a few Chinese players.

Asked by the coach to retrain, those Chinese players bowed their heads in shame, while the Brazilian teenagers were a little puzzled and turned their attention to Marquez.

Marquez was very dissatisfied with his training being interrupted, and asked Gao Yuan: "Why do you want them to grab the lap again?"

"Because they were lazy just now! Whoever is lazy in my team will pay more!" Gao Yuan replied coldly.

"Round grabbing is just a small warm-up game!"

"There are no games on my training ground. No matter which training subject, it is for actual combat! You must go all out!"

"Why do you say that these players didn't try their best!" Marquez sneered.

"The data on the computer will not lie. The remaining players have not reached their optimal heart rate."

"Best heart rate? What is that?" Marquez looked at a loss.

This time it was Gao Yuan's turn to be shocked. A former chief assistant coach of the Sao Paulo State A1 League team and a football coach who had played football for most of his life, he didn't even understand basic knowledge of exercise physiology.

"You give coach Marquez a little science."

Gao Yuan patted Perinati beside him.

Perinati glanced at Gao Yuan gratefully, and then explained to Marquez with a sneer: "The optimal exercise heart rate refers to 60%-80% of the maximum exercise heart rate. If the exercise heart rate cannot be reached, it means that the warm-up has not achieved the effect. Not only can it not quickly adapt to the rhythm of subsequent training, but it is also easy to get injured. You don't want to ask what is the maximum exercise heart rate!"

Marquez was really curious about how the maximum exercise heart rate was calculated, but Perinati’s attitude made him very uncomfortable, so he stopped asking the bottom line, but argued: "Brazilians and Chinese are of different races. Our bodies are much stronger than yours. You will be out of breath after running for a few steps. We Brazilians will not be tired even if we play the whole game! Even if we play the lap game for another hour, we will not reach the optimal and maximum exercise heart rate!"

Perinati said angrily: "Nonsense! The physiological structure of the human body is the same..."

Gao Yuan patted Perinati on the shoulder, telling him not to quarrel, and then sneered: "Arguing is meaningless, let's talk about the facts. From the perspective of age, the best exercise heart rate for this group of players is between 120 and 160. Let's see how long they can reach this exercise heart rate during lap training."

Then, Gao Yuan said to the rest of the players: "From now on, the rules of scrambling training have been changed. Groups of 5 people, one scrambles in the circle, and the remaining 4 pass outside, once through the crotch, and an additional penalty. If within 15 passes, the scrambler fails to touch the ball, then he will also be fined once. If the penalty is added twice in a row, the scrambler does not need to train today. Instead, he will be fined to run 10 meters. The passer can touch the ball at most twice. Practice the circle for 50 minutes, and the player who enters the most circles will be punished to do [-] push-ups. Well, that's all for the rules, let's start!"

The Brazilian teenagers stared at their pockets, isn't it just a game of robbing?Why so cruel!No matter how well done, there will always be someone who will be punished.

Marquez also said angrily: "It's not fair, this rule is not fair!"

"This world is inherently unfair. If you want to avoid being punished, you don't need to be perfect, you just need to be better than others." Gao Yuan said coldly.

"***!" Marquez muttered in his mouth, and the notorious "eleven killing rate" in ancient Rome appeared in his mind.

But the effect was immediate. In order not to be punished, the players who grabbed the ball fought desperately, and the players who passed the ball were on the alert. Everyone in the circle of grabbing the ball was full of turmoil, and there was no more laughter and laughter.

Less than 2 minutes later, Periati, who was staring at the computer screen, said excitedly: "Everyone has reached the optimal heart rate!"

(End of this chapter)