Chapter 258: Best Heart Rate

The next morning's training session, when Márquez arrived at the training ground, he saw a familiar and unfamiliar figure - Perinati, and his pile of "high-tech toys".

The reason why he is familiar is because for a while in the past, Perinati has been annoying himself, saying things like "training reform" and "improving the scientific and technological content of training"; And the strangeness is because, since he couldn't bear it anymore and scolded him, this nerd hasn't appeared in the training base of the sports center for a long time.

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

Perinati looked like an old rival, and his mouth was not ambiguous: "Who should I be?" It turned out to be Marquez! Haven't you gone to a nursing home with your pile of training regimens from the last century? ”

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

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

Whether you are Chinese or Brazilian, the teenagers of the two countries are clearly divided into two piles according to their nationality, looking at the old and the young arguing on the training ground, and consciously become the melon-eating masses.

'Don't make a noise, Perinati was called by me and from today he is part of the coaching staff. Gao Yuan's voice sounded, and he led Balista and several coaches such as Han Peng and Liu Jindong from a distance.

Although Gao Yuan is the youngest, he is at the forefront, but he also has the style of a leading big brother.

When Márquez saw that Balista was also following Gao Yuan, he suppressed his anger, but he still muttered dissatisfiedly: "There are little hairy children everywhere who don't understand football!" What the hell is going on all these years! ”

"You guys wear GPSPORTS vests, and you're going to wear this when you train in the future." Takato commanded the players.

The pile of "high-tech toys" that Márquez saw just now that Perinati was fiddling with were GPsports' training vests and terminal equipment.

Chinese children have long been exposed to the GPsports system in domestic training, so they are no strangers to it, and they are on it with three times and five divided by two, while the Brazilian children are curious, turning over and over and fiddling with the past, feeling fresh.

Márquez snorted coldly: "Toys with bells and whistles"

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

Márquez pursed his lips again disdainfully, as if talking to himself, but his voice was loud enough to be heard by Perinati, "Football is not a computer game, what's the use of looking at the screen, ridiculous!" ”

Gao Yuan instructed Marquez, "Coach, let's start training." ”

Speaking from the heart, he is still very serious about training Márquez. Despite the strange remarks before, his eyes widened as soon as the training began.

The training subjects are still the same as yesterday.

First comes training, jogging, stretching and lap grabbing.

Instead of watching the players train up close on the field, Gao Yuan ran to the sidelines and stared at Perinati's computer screen.

Márquez feels that young people nowadays are really a bit unreasonable, and in his mind, football is actually played with his feet on the field, not the cold data in the computer.

Just as Márquez was about to announce the end of the training, Gao Yuan first called off the training.

"Are you guys making games? The children in the kindergarten are more serious about playing games than you are about training! ”

Gao Yuan suddenly reprimanded the players loudly.

Gao Yuan then pronounced out a few names, most of whom were Chinese players.

The players whose names I read go to the next stage of training with the ball, and the rest of them go back to training for the lap!

The vast majority of those left behind were Brazilian teenagers, with only a few Chinese players.

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

Márquez was unhappy that his training had been interrupted, and asked Takato, "Why did you let them grab the lap again?" ”

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

"Grab the circle is just a small game!"

"I don't have games on the training ground, no matter what training subject, it's all for the actual battle! You have to give it your all! ”

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

"The data on the computer doesn't lie, and none of the players left behind have reached their optimal heart rate."

"Best heart rate? What's that? Márquez looked dazed.

This time, it was Gao Yuan's turn to be shocked, a former head assistant coach of the São Paulo State A1 League team, a football coach who has played football for most of his life, did not even understand basic exercise physiology.

"You can give Coach Marquez a bit of science."

Takato patted Perinati on the side.

Perinati glanced at Gao Yuan gratefully, and then explained to Marquez with a sneer: "The optimal exercise heart rhythm refers to between 60% and 80% of the maximum exercise heart rate, if you can't reach this exercise heart rate, it means that the effect has not been achieved, not only can you not quickly adapt to the rhythm of follow-up training, but also easy to get injured, you don't want to ask what is the maximum exercise heart rate!" ”

Márquez was indeed curious about how the maximum exercise heart rate was calculated, but Perinati's attitude made him very unhappy, so he no longer asked the bottom line, but argued strongly: "Brazilians and Chinese races are different, our bodies are much stronger than you, you run a few steps and breathe, we Brazilians will not get tired even if we play the whole game!" Even if you play a lap-grabbing game for another hour, you won't reach any optimal, maximum exercise heart rate! ”

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

Gao Yuan patted Perinati on the shoulder and told him not to argue, and then sneered: "There is no point in arguing, let's speak with facts." In terms of age, the optimal sports heart rate for this group of players is between 120 and 160, let's see how long it takes for them to reach this sports heart rate in lap training. ”

Then, Gao Yuan said to the remaining players: "From now on, the rules of the circle training have changed, a group of 5 people, one in the circle to grab, the remaining 4 in the outside pass, wear the crotch once, add a penalty, if within 15 passes, the grabbing player can not rub the ball, then also add a penalty, if the penalty is added twice, then the grabbing player does not need to train today, instead of a penalty of 10,000 meters." The passer touches the ball up to two times, and if he can't pass it with two feet, he goes in the circle and swaps with the grabber. After 10 minutes of lap training, the player who enters the circle the most is punished with 50 push-ups. Alright, that's all for the rules, let's get started! ”

The Brazilian teenagers were dumbfounded, didn't they say it was just a game of grabbing the circle? Why is it so cruel! No matter how well you do it, there will always be someone who will be punished.

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

"The world is inherently unfair, and if you want not to be punished, you don't need to be perfect, you just need to be better than others." Gao Yuan said coldly.

“!” Muttered to Márquez, the infamous "eleven smash rate" of ancient Rome in his mind.

But the effect was immediate, in order not to be punished, the players who grabbed the ball were desperate to rob, the passing players were on standby, and every circle of grabbing the ball was full of chickens and dogs, and there was no more laughter and laughter.

Less than 2 minutes later, Periatti, staring at the computer screen, excitedly said, "All of them have reached their optimal heart rate!" ”

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