Chapter 782: Desperate Gap

"Uh, Master Ziqing, I want to discuss something with you!"

"What's up?"

"You must practice your swimming skills well later. At least you have to practice to the level where you can swim three to five kilometers continuously without getting red in the face or out of breath." Yang Huan said seriously.

"Why?" Zhuang Ziqing was puzzled.

Yes, Yang Huan likes swimming, and Zhuang Ziqing is also learning, but have they practiced to this extent?

You are so serious, what does it mean?

"Well, there's no reason for that. It's just that if someone accidentally asks me in the future who I should save first if my mom and my wife both fall into the water, I can answer with a clear conscience that I should save my mom first."

Hearing what Yang Huan said, Zhuang Ziqing was dumbfounded.

Zhang Ning, Lin Yuna and Su Jingyan who were sitting next to them burst out laughing.

What kind of logic is this?

Just for this reason, he wanted his wife to learn how to swim? And she had to learn to swim three to five kilometers?

Yang Huan also laughed, "You know, my mother is already very old. It's not realistic or appropriate for her to learn swimming now, so... I have to let you suffer!"

Zhuang Ziqing's face was covered in sweat, and he really had the urge to strangle him to death.

How did I end up marrying such a funny husband?

Yang Huan was actually just joking, and he was thick-skinned. When he saw Zhang Ning and the others laughing, he immediately put on a stern face.

"Don't laugh. You guys have to do that too. Don't be complacent just because you can swim. You all have to take the test. If you can't pass, don't expect to get the certificate to be my wife!"

What? Wife certificate?

So you, Young Master Huan, got a certificate when he got married?

Oh, do you want me to frame it and hang it in a prominent place in the office for everyone to see it?

Zhang Ning and Lin Yuner almost killed this evil guy with their eyes.

"Hey, Yang Huan, this has nothing to do with me, don't involve me!"

After saying that, Su Jingyan muttered again, "I don't want to learn how to swim!"

Yang Huan immediately laughed, just like Gray Tailang staring at Mei Yangyang, and said to me, "Senior Sister Su, I know you have been coveting my beauty for a long time, and I also know that you have been secretly wanting to eat me, but if you don't learn to swim, there will be no hope for us!"

"You..." Su Jingyan's face suddenly turned red, "Who covets your beauty... What kind of lust, who wants to eat you? You are so beautiful! Do you really think you are a handsome guy?"

"Don't mention it, many people say that when I frown, I'm as charming as Tony Leung Chiu Wai. What do you think?"

As he said this, this guy actually frowned slightly.

Zhang Ning, Zhuang Ziqing and Lin Yuna looked at each other and wailed, this guy started bragging again!

Look, there is really a cow flying above the stadium, it's outrageous!

Su Jingyan spat in hatred and simply ignored him, but her heart was in a mess.

I don’t know what happened, but suddenly, an idea popped into my mind.

Learning to swim? That seems like a good idea!

At least it can help you get in shape, right?

But even she was shocked by the thought.

So, she quickly found a solution, which was to change the subject.

"Hey, Yang Huan, let me ask you something!"

"Well, go ahead and ask me. I know everything from astronomy to geography. If you don't understand foreign affairs, ask Google. If you don't understand domestic affairs, ask Baidu. Just ask me!"

At this moment, Su Jingyan really had the urge to strangle him to death!

I've seen people who are shameless, but I've never seen anyone this shameless. It's outrageous!

Is this still the Yang Huan that I knew before?

But soon she came to her senses, because she came here today with a certain work purpose.

Since Yang Huan proposed a youth training pilot program, it quickly caused a huge response in the country.

Firstly, Yang Huan is so famous that it is no exaggeration to say that he is the most famous person in Chinese football today.

Secondly, Yang Huan’s plan is indeed very attractive.

How to say it?

It is to combine regular foreign youth training institutions with famous domestic schools to ensure the academic performance and future development of players participating in football youth. At the same time, it will select the most promising players and arrange them to continue training in well-known foreign youth training camps free of charge and study abroad in well-known foreign universities.

Just this one point is enough to drive countless parents in China who are trying their best to send their children abroad crazy.

Therefore, Su Jingyan plans to take this opportunity to go to Europe to watch the Champions League final and visit some famous European youth training camps to learn about their operating models.

But before that, she wanted to learn more about football issues.

"What do you think is the biggest gap between our domestic professional players and European professional players?"

"Gap?" Yang Huan smiled and shook his head. "You underestimate European professional players and overestimate domestic professional players."

"What do you mean?" Su Jingyan asked curiously.

"I can tell you that the gap is all-round, and there is almost no aspect that can match or even approach the standards of European professional players."

Su Jingyan frowned, "Is it really that big?"

"It's absolutely true. Even if we take the simplest and easiest thing, professional ethics, I can say that very few domestic players can reach European professional standards!"

But after Yang Huan finished speaking, he thought about it again, "Of course, this is also due to the overall environment, and it cannot be completely blamed on the players, but what we are talking about now is the gap between the players, right?"

Su Jingyan nodded blankly. She didn't expect that Yang Huan would give such a frustrating answer.

But soon, she thought of something.

"Could it be that our domestic players' physique and running speed are not as good as those of European players?"

You know, in recent years, the country has invited many foreign coaches to coach, and the training level has also improved a lot.

Could it be that even in this aspect there is a huge gap between them and European players?

Yang Huan thought for a moment and pointed at the stadium. "Look, this is the world's professional league. I can even say that it is the most intense game in the world's football games. The two teams facing each other almost represent the two strongest teams in the world football at this time."

"Let me tell you, the average running distance per game of the players of both teams in this game is at least 11 kilometers, or even 12 kilometers. Even in any game in the four major European leagues, the average running distance per game of the players is about 10 kilometers. Do you know how much it is in China?"

Without waiting for Su Jingyan to give an answer, Yang Huan said, "It's eight kilometers!"

"Do you know? One player is two kilometers away, and ten players are twenty kilometers away. Do you know how big a gap this represents?" Yang Huan asked Su Jingyan coldly.

The expression was serious, yet cruel, as if something had stimulated the weakest spot in his heart.

"In the 1960s, the average running level of players in European professional leagues was six kilometers per game, but now, midfielders in top leagues can often run 12 kilometers, but this is only part of the story."

"In the 1960s, the sprint distance of players in each game was about one-tenth of the running distance, but now it is about one-quarter, and 50% of the technical movements are completed in high-speed confrontation, which is quite physically demanding for players."

"You should have heard of the concept of pressing. But do you know that the mainstream tactics in Europe are also pressing to some extent? But why is it that the level of pressing is so different when it is used on domestic players and on European players?"

"It's like a gun. In the hands of someone who can't even turn on the safety, it's completely different from in the hands of a professional soldier!"

Yang Huan sighed deeply again.

Aren’t Klopp’s Dortmund and Simeone’s Atletico Madrid also pressing and surrounding teams to some extent?

But their pressing and siege are supported by each player running an average of more than 11 kilometers per game, so they were able to reach the Champions League final, so they are awesome!

But the average running distance per game in China was about 6,000 in those days. Now it is better, up to 8,000, but we can't even make it to the World Cup qualifiers. Why? Because you are behind! Because you are not strong enough!

Nowadays, even if you are a mad dog, you can't just become one if you want to!

"As we all know, football is a highly competitive sport, and the body is the foundation of everything. Our domestic players are currently at the level of the European leagues in the 1980s. Even if we take other factors such as technical tactics, club logistics, etc. into consideration, we may not even be able to reach the level of the European leagues in the 1980s!"

At this point, Yang Huan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "This is a hopeless gap!"

Not only Su Jingyan, but even Zhuang Ziqing, Zhang Ning and Lim Yoona did not expect that Yang Huan would be so pessimistic and even a little desperate about the current situation of Chinese football.

But because of this, Su Jingyan understood why Yang Huan invested so much to support young domestic players to go abroad.

Because he just wanted to take a shortcut and use money to pave the way. He sent this group of young players aged between seven and ten, who had been selected by professional coaches in China and had a talent for playing football, to the best professional youth training camps in Europe. They would receive the most advanced professional training abroad from an early age, hoping that some of them would be able to make it.

But will this help domestic football?

Su Jingyan quickly threw her doubts to Yang Huan.

Yang Huan showed a bitter smile and shook his head, "It's of no help at all!"

Su Jingyan really wanted to ask, if it is of no help, why are you still doing this?

Yang Huan answered without waiting for her to ask.

"Just now, the Portuguese president told me that he hopes we can bring in Portuguese players, because this game was held in the Portuguese capital, but there was not even one Portuguese player participating. They feel very embarrassed!"

"And what about me?" Yang Huan sighed deeply. "As a Chinese, I have invested so much money and trained so many players for other countries. Two of my teams even made it to the final of the Champions League. However, my country can't even qualify for the World Cup. There is not even a Chinese in my team. How do you think it feels?"

Although Yang Huan spoke calmly, Su Jingyan, Zhuang Ziqing and others could feel the resentment and helplessness in his heart.

"I don't think I have the ability to change the domestic football environment by myself, nor should I do it, let alone my turn, so I just want to do something that I think I can do, or do well."

When he said this, Yang Huan suddenly laughed again.

"Everyone knows that I, your Young Master Huan, have nothing but a lot of money. I just don't believe that if I invest 100 million or 200 million a year for ten or twenty years, I still can't invest in a World Cup team!"

Su Jingyan looked at Yang Huan in a daze. She would never have thought that behind the usually smiling Yang Huan, there was such a side to him.

I guess it was because I mentioned domestic players just now that stimulated him, so he said what he said now.

But after hearing this, Su Jingyan really felt a little sad, but she also really felt that, at least at this moment, in her heart, she truly felt that this guy was so handsome!

Especially when he said these words, it was so charming!