"Felix, the number of that Chinese player."

About an hour later, Brand Hollerbach hurried to Magat's side. The face is very awkward, and it is an expression of disbelief. It was obvious that the eyes had become larger, and there was obvious confusion on the face.

"Put it over there, I'll see it when I have time."

Magath doesn't pay attention to Jin Ming at all.

A young player from Asia and China really can't get into the eyes of Magath. Magath focuses on the talents of Europe and South America, and is the top talent in world football. Magath is the champion coach, Magath wants the championship. Even international players from Asia have a hard time impressing Magath, let alone a young Chinese player who has never even made it to the national team.

Asian football is lagging behind, and Chinese football is even more backward.

In Magath's eyes, Asian players are not worth his attention, and Chinese players are even less worthy of his attention.

So Magath said to Hollebach very casually. Jin Ming's number jù, Magath will look a little when he has time, but not now. In Magat's heart, Jin Ming's position is the position on the bench.

In order to give the club a high level, it is enough to have him come off the bench a few times during the season.

"Felix, you should take a look."

Hollebach was a little embarrassed and talked to Magath.

Magath was stunned for a moment, and looked at his assistant. Hollebach was a well-known "Bundesliga villain" when he was a player, and his temper was relatively short-tempered. But since retiring, he has been following Magath. From Wolfsburg he is Magath's assistant coach.

Under Magath's character coach, Hollebach's temper is getting better and better. It should be said that since becoming a coach, he has slowly begun to correct his temper as a player. With Magat, the process is much faster.

It is precisely because Magath is very temperamental that Hollebach rarely does this.

"What's wrong, Brand?"

"Just look at it and you'll understand."

"Oh."

Magath shrugged.

Magath has a big temper, but he doesn't lose his temper with his assistant because of this little thing. Magath just rules the army with an iron fist, and he doesn't have a really bad temper. Since his assistant Hollebach spoke like this, there must be a reason. So Magat took Jin Ming's number jù and looked at it.

But at this glance, Magath's expression instantly became the same as that of Hollebach.

Because it's incredible.

Magath couldn't believe it at all.

The 20-meter speed test is on the top line, and Jin Ming's speed is 2.6 seconds, which is not an ordinary speed. When Jin Ming was fifteen years old, he tested the speed of 20 meters and was already 2.75 seconds. Now Jin Ming is nineteen years old, his body has grown, his explosive power has increased, and his speed is much faster. So this time in the Schalke test, the speed has become 2.6 seconds.

That's more than the peak Kaka of the year. Even in the current European football world, in the running speed of 20 meters, it is estimated that no one can surpass Jin Ming's speed.

Here's a speed of thirty meters.

The speed of thirty meters also shocked Magath. Because Jin Ming's speed of 30 meters is 3.86 seconds. Such a speed of 30 meters has already surpassed the speed of Owen, the prince of Liverpool, and the speed of Henry, the king of Highbury.

Magath couldn't believe it at all.

A player from Asia, a player from China, will have this kind of speed.

Is this true?

At this rate, Jin Ming's current speed is comparable to those top speed players in European football. Jin Ming's number is no worse than Walcott, Bale, Ronaldo, and Messi, and may even be better than them.

Although football is not about running fast.

But it's fast, and it's definitely a weapon in football. Players who are fast are also very concerned in football.

Just like the Southampton duo of Theo Walcoat and Bale.

The two of them are eyed by Arsenal and Tottenham because of their whirlwind speed. If it weren't for the incredible speed they showed at such a young age, how could they impress the two London giants, Arsenal and Tottenham.

Isn't there a saying that martial arts in the world are only fast and unbreakable. It's the same in football, where speed is definitely a huge talent. Magath never imagined that the Chinese players he couldn't look down on at all would have such speed.

"Brand, is this true?"

Magath didn't want to believe it in the end, so he asked Hollebach.

"I was surprised, too."

Hollebach nodded, then smiled bitterly: "This is just a number." If you ever saw him running, you would be even more surprised. The speed is absolutely amazing. No one in our club can match his speed. It's lightning fast, like a leopard. ”

"It looks like the Chinese players are generally fast."

Magath smiled.

Because Magath suddenly remembered the Chinese player Yang Chen, whom he coached ten years ago. Yang Chen was a very fast player in Frankfurt back then, and he was a sharp weapon when Frankfurt counterattacked.

It's just that Magath and Yang Chen didn't have a good relationship later, and Yang Chen became a substitute in Magat's hands.

At that time, Magat had a lot of dissatisfaction with Yang Chen.

The most important thing is that Yang Chen is not good at learning German, he has not been able to speak fluent German in Germany for many years, and even until he leaves Germany, he needs the help of a translator. This is where Magat is most dissatisfied with Yang Chen.

It is precisely because Yang Chen's German is not good that he has a mediocre relationship with the team members, and he cannot integrate into Magat's tactics later. During the game, we often fall into the trap of being offside by our opponents.

Magath is not a good-natured coach.

After he saw Yang Chen's shortcomings, instead of giving him time to correct them, he threw him directly on the bench.

More than ten years have passed, and Magat is about to forget about Yang Chen. After all, Magath later achieved great success in the Bundesliga and won a lot of titles. He also has some of the best stars in the Bundesliga. A little Yang Chen, he basically couldn't think clearly.

If it weren't for the fact that he had another Chinese player under his command this time, he wouldn't have thought of Yang Chen.

He didn't like Yang Chen back then, but he still appreciated Yang Chen's explosiveness and speed.

"Felix, look at this again."

"This is ......"

"I'm looking for some of the numbers jù. Kim Ming previously played in the Korean League, and this is his stats in the Korean League. ”

After seeing Jin's blazing speed, Hollerbach realized that he might be underestimating the Chinese player. Therefore, he immediately found Jin Ming's information in the Korean league. Now is the age of the Internet, and any information can be easily obtained.

"Good physical fitness."

Magath watched most of the jù, and what he was most concerned about was the average distance Jin Ming ran per game in the K-League.

11,000 kilometers.

This average running distance is a very good average running distance even in European football. Magath is the devil's coach, the coach who values fitness the most among the Bundesliga coaches.

He also likes players who are very physical.

Compared to Jin Ming's speed, this average running distance is more in line with his heart.

"Yes."

"Forget it. Let him participate in training. ”

…………

There is no introduction.

Jin Ming originally thought that even if Magath didn't like him, he should introduce himself in front of the players. But I didn't expect Magath to be like this at all, and directly let himself participate in training.

Jogging.

Magath asked the players to do just run.

They ran together, but no one spoke to Jin Ming. Jin Ming couldn't help but look at Magath on the sidelines, this is really a tough coach. None of these players dared to be careless.

They don't have time until the end of the run.

"Hey, hello. I'm Heiko Westerman. ”

"Hello, I'm Jin Ming."

Magath doesn't introduce new players, but Schalke can't. Schalke's captain is Westerman, and he can't afford to ignore the new players. Although he didn't know whether Jin Ming could speak German, he definitely had to say hello first.

Fortunately, the simple German Jin Ming still knows.

"Welcome, Kim."

The name Jin Ming, Westerman really can't express. Therefore, it can only be expressed by "gold".

"Thank you."

Only Westman came over to greet Jin Ming, and then the other players didn't say anything special about Jin Ming's arrival. For them, the arrival of an Asian player is just to increase the thickness of the bench.

And many of them looked down on the Chinese players, so no one came to say hello.

"Alright, that's the end of the morning's training."