Chapter 166 Hello, Chinese National Olympic Committee
3pm London time, 10pm China time.

"Move forward a little, and tighten your core!"

In the strength room of Cobham base, physical coach Rozovic was supervising Jiang Yuan's squat training.

"hiss--"

Jiang Yuan took a deep breath and walked out slowly with the barbell. The weight was not too heavy for this training, only 55 kg on each side, but there were still two physical trainers standing by to hold the barbell. If Jiang Yuan made a mistake and fell off the bar, the two trainers in charge of protection could protect Jiang Yuan by lifting the barbell.

"Okay, sure. Let's start going down."

Rozovic stood right in front of Jiang Yuan, his eyes fixed on Jiang Yuan's torso: "Hey! Pay attention to your core, your core! Tighten your abdomen, your waist is too forward!"

The reason why Rozovic didn't let Jiang Yuan use heavy weights was, firstly, because Jiang Yuan's bones were still in the development stage, and secondly, because Jiang Yuan's strength training movements were very non-standard. Rozovic needed to correct Jiang Yuan's squat movements while Jiang Yuan's movements were not yet finalized.

Don’t think that squats are just carrying an iron bar, squatting down and then standing up. If you think so, you are totally wrong.

Rozovic put his hand on Jiang Yuan's waist and said, "Okay, keep going down like this, take your time and don't rush. Hey, keep your upper body straight, remember, keep your chest away from your thighs, otherwise the weight of the barbell will all be on your waist."

"Okay, okay, stand up first, that's enough!"

Seeing that the condition was not right, Rozovic quickly called a stop. In the eyes of this Croatian fitness coach, it is better not to practice if the movements are not standard.

"duang!"

Jiang Yuan put the barbell back, exhaled in frustration, and then said: "Rozovic, I feel like my upper body can't hold up. I want to control it, but I just fall forward..."

Rozovic frowned: "Who is Porto's physical trainer? Didn't he tell you that it's wrong to do this?"

“Of course I told you.”

Jiang Yuan shook his head. Porto's physical coach is Klein. This German is no less professional than Rozovic.

"My previous coach also corrected my squat form, but it didn't work because I had been training like this before going to Porto."

Jiang Yuan was right. The reason why his movements were not standard was largely due to the incorrect training he received in the school team during junior high and high school.

Although Qingshan Middle School is one of the best football schools in the country, it does not have a professional physical trainer. Jiang Yuan's strength training is the responsibility of He Qiongshan.

But the problem is that head coach He Qiongshan and assistant coach Luo Kang are both tactical coaches, and they are definitely not as professional as they are in strength training.

Even a strong school like Qingshan Middle School is like this, let alone other ordinary football schools. It is estimated that there is only one coach for more than 20 players. The most outrageous thing is that when Jiang Yuan went to other schools to compete, he saw a track and field coach leading the football team in training. This is not a joke, it is completely true.

"Well! It's a miracle that your waist is not injured."

What Rozovic didn't know was that Jiang Yuan's cells throughout his body would regenerate every once in a while. Even if he was injured, he would recover after training for a period of time.

Rozovic licked his lips and said, "Then we can only change the way to train the thigh muscles. Jiang, do you know how to do the Bulgarian squat?"

"Yeah, ok!"

As he spoke, Jiang Yuan went to get two 20KG dumbbells, put one foot on the jump box, the other foot on the mat, pressed down with one leg, and jumped up quickly.

The Bulgarian squat is perfect for training single-leg explosive power!

“Nice explosive power!”

Rozovic showed a satisfied smile. Jiang Yuan's strength was already the best among all the Asian players he had ever seen.

"call--"

Jiang Yuan let out a sigh of relief. Although Rozovic had just praised him, Jiang Yuan was still worried: "Rozovic, it's useless to have explosive power now. I need maximum strength, otherwise it's easy to suffer a loss during the confrontation!"

“There’s nothing to worry about.”

Rozovic motioned Jiang Yuan to shake his legs and move them around: "You are only 17 years old now, and your bone age is 17 years and 2 months. You must not use your maximum strength at this time, as this will inhibit your bone development."

Terry, who had just finished upper body training, came over and said, "Yeah, Jiang, why are you training your maximum strength as a kid? Do you want to grow taller?"

As Terry spoke, he walked up to Jiang Yuan and compared their heights with his hands. Jiang Yuan, who was 1 meters tall, was only as tall as Terry's eyebrows.

Jiang Yuan was not convinced by the sudden ridicule. He first gave Terry a middle finger, and then responded: "Why are you in a hurry? It's not like I won't grow taller. Besides, isn't it normal for you, a central defender, to be taller than me?"

Terry didn't say anything, but took out his mobile phone and showed Jiang Yuan a video. The content of the video was the last game against Everton. Jiang Yuan bumped into Lukaku's chest and then fell to the ground.

After putting the phone back in his pocket, Terry spread his hands and said, "If it were me, I would definitely not let Romelu press me down!"

"..."

Jiang Yuan was speechless.

"Okay, okay, I won't joke with you anymore. Do you want to go to Connaught for a drink tonight? I called a few Asian girls for you. I heard they are Chinese students studying in London."

Terry nudged Jiang Yuan's shoulder. It turned out that this guy came prepared and wanted to invite Jiang Yuan to go to the bar for a drink.

No one in Chelsea likes Asian women. Terry must have done this for Jiang Yuan. In order to get Jiang Yuan to go to the bar together, Terry also had good intentions!

Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Terry, don't you support me not drinking? Why do you want me to go to the bar so much?"

Jiang Yuan was right. When they went to Connaught before, Terry was one of the few people who supported Jiang Yuan in drinking juice. But now Terry suddenly came over and invited Jiang Yuan to go to the bar, which made Jiang Yuan a little confused.

"Hey, we are a team, of course we have to go together!"

Terry put his arm around Jiang Yuan's shoulders and said, "Besides, I didn't ask you to drink. Don't worry, I will definitely not forget your baby juice. It was those Asian girls who drank, you were sober!"

Jiang Yuan spread his hands and said, "Okay, but those Asian girls don't need to be included."

"This is a strange person. Never mind. Let's go together after the training. I'll drive you."

"You'll drive me?"

Jiang Yuan laughed out loud: "Haha, I want to laugh when I think of your antique Ferraris. You're the only one who likes those old things."

Terry owns 6 Ferraris from the 50s to 80s. For some reason, Terry just likes those classic cars, especially Ferrari's. The Chelsea captain is often ridiculed by his teammates because of his collection.

"What do you know!"

Terry rolled his eyes at Jiang Yuan and said, "What antique? That's called treasure. Treasure (treasure collection), understand?"

"I know!"

Jiang Yuan sat on a chair and drank water. He nodded as if he understood. Terry, anxious, quickly sat down next to Jiang Yuan: "No, you don't understand!"

"You can't appreciate my treasures, Eden, don't look at them, you can't appreciate them!"

Terry saw Hazard coming over to watch the show and started to attack indiscriminately. Hazard almost laughed out loud: "Haha, old man!"

“Shit, shit!”

Terry was already furious. In such a big club like Chelsea, he was the only one who understood the charm of classic cars. What kind of talk was that! Born in the 80s, Terry had a special feeling for classic cars. Compared with today's cars, the classic cars of the last century were not outstanding in appearance, but they always had a sense of maturity that cars did not have. In the eyes of many people who love classic cars, those antiques seemed to be steady and elegant men.

That's what we call industrial aesthetics!
"Forget it, I won't talk to you about this. It doesn't matter if you don't like Ferrari. There's a Wraith in the garage. I'll have the driver drive it over later. It's the latest model of Rolls-Royce. That should be fine, right? A 4-seater Wraith. When you come back from the bar, you can put three girls in the car. Do you understand what I mean? Just drive the car away!"

Terry looked righteous, as if he was willing to make some sacrifice for Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan curled his lips: "Terry, have you forgotten that I don't have a driver's license!"

Terry waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "It's okay if it crashes. The car isn't worth much anyway. It doesn't matter. It's not a limited edition."

"I am really impressed by you"

Jiang Yuan stood up. Hazard said that Terry often caused trouble in bars when he was young. Jiang Yuan didn't believe it at first, but now he really believed it.

It's only Terry who came up with the idea of ​​letting someone without a license drive a 6.6T engine.

So Jiang Yuan picked up an empty mineral water bottle and put it around Terry's neck: "Tell me, do you want to hurt me?"

"Hey--"

Terry sighed, his face full of grievance: "The captain cares so much about your sex life, but not only do you not accept my kindness, you even slander me! Forget it, I'll drive, but then you can only take two girls! Oh, I didn't buy the extended version. But... we can sit in the back seat, three people squeeze in and try? When the time comes, I'll drift and turn, and the girls will fall directly into your arms."

Jiang Yuan: ...

"After comprehensive consideration, I decided to take an Uber, not for anything else, but just to be safer"

At this time, Hazard came over and said: "Ignore this old man, just take my car, I will never drift"

Jiang Yuan covered his head with his hands.

Either they are drifting or on the way to drift, these guys from Chelsea are more unreliable than each other.

It seems like it’s time for me to get a driver’s license!
……

Late at night, Jiang Yuan came out of the bar. It was late, so he simply found a hotel nearby. Coincidentally, there was a five-star hotel near Connaught. The price was quite cheap, only 960 pounds a night.

"shit!"

Jiang Yuan washed his face casually and lay down on the bed, muttering a few words. The next second, a familiar scene appeared in his mind.

17 years and 5 month
Height: 182cm
Weight: XNUM X kg
Maximum oxygen uptake: 55ml/kg/min
Dominant foot: left and right

Weak foot ability: No weak foot (Golden Edge Luo template is in effect)
First attacker template: French supercar-Kylian Mbappe (35/50)

Second attacker template: Golden Flash-Cristiano Ronaldo (35/50)

Sub-defensive template: Shovel – Wan-Bissaka (100%)

Additional Skill: Quaresma Outside of Foot (Right Foot)

Transfermarkt price: 20M (updated on Aug.6th)

“It’s developing pretty fast!”

Looking at the status of his interface, Jiang Yuan was still quite happy.

According to his medical examination report at Chelsea, he should still have 2-3cm of room for development. For an all-around winger like Jiang Yuan, height is very important.

A higher static height can ensure that Jiang Yuan is more likely to gain an advantage in header attacks and defense. At the same time, the increase in height will also make Jiang Yuan's stride larger, thereby indirectly increasing Jiang Yuan's maximum speed.

Not only that, Jiang Yuan's weight will definitely increase along with his height, which will greatly enhance Jiang Yuan's ability to fight.

There are many benefits to growing taller, but it is not completely without disadvantages. Longer calves and thighs will cause the athlete's starting speed to slow down. This is because at the moment of starting, the importance of stride frequency is far greater than stride length (refer to Su Bingtian and Bolt). For Jiang Yuan, growing taller is a process of exchanging starting speed for maximum speed.

Of course, the decrease in starting speed can be compensated by muscle strength. During the period when Jiang Yuan grew from 1 meters to 79 meters, his starting speed did not decrease but became faster. This is the improvement brought by muscle explosiveness.

According to Rozovic's plan, Jiang Yuan will start to gain muscle at the age of 19, when his speed will reach its peak.

The future is bright!

A happy smile appeared on Jiang Yuan's face, and he suddenly felt motivated again.

So Jiang Yuan thought about it. It was three o'clock in the morning in London time. Jiang Yuan was very sleepy, but according to the system progress, as long as he practiced for more than three hours, he would get a cell regeneration reward.

If that’s the case, then why bother sleeping?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan put on a mask and took the elevator downstairs.

"Here is the room card. Here you are."

The lady at the front desk was a little embarrassed and didn't take the room card handed over by Jiang Yuan: "Sir, we don't support refunds after booking a room here..."

In the eyes of the young lady, Jiang Yuan's behavior was a bit unfriendly. He had already entered with the room card and wanted to check out, which was not in line with the hotel's rules. If Jiang Yuan insisted on checking out, the hotel only had to return him 30% of the room fee.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuan threw the room card directly on the table at the front desk: "No one said I wanted a refund, I'm leaving first"

Hotel reception:?
No, is it so easy to make money these days? Do you really think you earn tens of thousands of pounds a month by coming here to donate in the middle of the night?
On the other side, Jiang Yuan called Terry to take him back to Cobham. Although Terry was sometimes outrageous, he was still very reliable at critical moments. Just 20 minutes later, Terry's driver hurried over in a Continental.

One night, one ball, one miracle!
……

"call--"

At 8 am London time, 3 pm China time, Jiang Yuan refreshed his physical condition and felt refreshed.

Just when Jiang Yuan was about to go to the cafeteria for breakfast, his cell phone rang.

"+86?"

Jiang Yuan thought about it for a long time, but he just couldn't remember who the owner of this phone number was.

Parents? Definitely not. Jiang Yuan had a note about his parents in his phone.

He Qiongshan? Impossible. Jiang Yuan remembered clearly that this was not the phone number for He Qiongshan.

So Jiang Yuan answered the phone with doubts.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Chinese National Olympic Committee"

?

……

(End of this chapter)