Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

Varela drove the car to the door of the infirmary.

The two get out of the car.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the team doctor."

"No need, I can walk by myself," Ye Chen smiled and waved his hands, "Didn't you have a masseuse in the morning for leg physiotherapy, you go first, don't worry about me, I can go by myself."

Varela looked at Ye Chen, and there was no problem walking, nodded and said:

"Well, remember to go, the Milan Derby will start on the weekend, we can't live without you!"

"It's okay, a little injury, it doesn't matter."

After Ye Chen sent Barela away, he didn't enter the door of the infirmary either.

He didn't have anything to do with him, why did he go to the infirmary?

After awakening the iron cloth shirt of the golden bell cover, Ye Chen was immune to injuries.

When he fell from the balcony into the living room yesterday, although the heavy door panels were broken, but now there are only one or two red marks on Ye Chen's back that are hard to detect with the naked eye.

As for the muscles and bones, there is no problem at all.

Ye Chen went straight to the gym in another building.

According to the usual practice, on the first day of training a week, Conte will let the players perform strength training in the gym to recover their physical functions.

When Ye Chen went in, except for Barrera who had made an appointment for a physical therapy massage, everyone else arrived one after another.

"Okay, everyone is here," the physical trainer called Marucci, a Frenchman, called the team members together, "Today we will carry out restorative strength training. Everyone will ride a [-]-kilometer bicycle first, and focus on physical activity." .”

Ye Chen and his teammates got on the bikes in the gym.

The sound of whirring wheels reverberated in the gym.

"Looking at the counters on your screen, for the last three kilometers, I ask you to pace 120 rpm, speed up, hurry up!"

Maroochy shuttled in front of the team, monitoring their speed.

When passing by Ye Chen, he stopped.

His gaze stayed on Ye Chen's arm for a while.

Looking him up and down.

Marucci stroked his shiny bald head.

Why does this kid look like...

Stronger than before?

"Ye, your biceps are trained well," Ma Qilu stepped forward and pinched Ye Chen's arm, "Did you practice secretly at home recently, you are really good at it!"

"Ah, what did you say?"

Ye Chen was sweating profusely, pedaling the whirring bicycle at high speed, unable to hear what the fitness coach said.

The iron cloth shirt with golden bell cover (Level 5) allowed Ye Chen to gain 70kg of ultra-high-strength and dense muscles, and his weight also increased from 75kg to [-]kg.

Although the weight has increased by nearly ten pounds, the increase is not fat, but high-density muscle.

In addition, Ye Chen was still wearing clothes on his upper body, and his body shape did not change too much from the outside, and it was difficult for ordinary people to detect the changes in his body.

However, as a senior physical coach with 20 years of experience, Marucci has worked in European giants clubs for a long time.

He could tell at a glance that Ye Chen had become stronger!

"Work hard, young man, I like you!" Marucci smiled and gave Ye Chen a thumbs up.

"Thank you coach!" Ye Chen wiped off his sweat and gave the coach a thumbs up.

After stepping on the bicycle, the players of Inter Milan were all sweating profusely.

They wiped their sweat with towels, and the whole gym was steaming even with the air conditioner on.

"Good boy, the weather in Milan this year is really hell, it's more than September, and it's still so hot."

"Let's start the bench press next, I hope to see you show more enthusiasm than the sun outside, come on guys!"

Marucci's next training plan is the bench press.

This is his newly introduced training program.

"As far as I know, there was no bench press training in Inter Milan's physical training program last season."

Maroochy paused, and said solemnly: "Many fitness coaches believe that football players don't need to practice bench press in the gym. Excessively strong chest muscles will affect the player's frontal sensitivity."

"But I don't think so!"

"Proper bench press training is very heavy for athletes engaged in any event! Only when the core strength of the upper body is well developed, can you not lose the wind when you fight on the court."

Lukaku scratched his head as he looked at the new bench press in the training room.

When he played for Manchester United and Everton in the past, the fitness coach never let them do bench press.

"Marucci, when I was at Manchester United U17, the physical trainer there said that the bench press is hard work and it's not easy to use." Lukaku tentatively said to Marucci.

Marucci's eyes became serious.

"What do the British guys know? In the low-level leagues in the UK, they only play long passes. Forwards and defenders fight hand-to-hand for 90 minutes. That's hard work!"

"Our French fitness coaches pay attention to scientific training and reasonable matching."

"Why do the players in Ligue [-] always lead Europe in terms of overall physical fitness? This is inseparable from the credit of the excellent local fitness coaches in France. They all added bench press to their physical training."

Marucci previously worked as a fitness coach at the Lyon club in France. A week ago, he was poached by Inter Milan's general manager Mallorca to join the Inter Milan coaching staff.

He is still not very clear about the bench press results of his team members.

"Boys, when I was a fitness coach at the Lyon club, the bench press record was held by a tall central defender named Mosacco."

"His weight is 101kg, and the bench press record is 169kg. Can any of you break this record?"

"I think," Marucci paused intentionally, looking over the Inter players, "is a bit difficult!"

When everyone heard it, they were instantly excited!

Except for a few veterans, most of these Qiuyans are in their 20s.

Men are young until they die!

On weekdays, no one wants to be compared even in terms of competitiveness within the team.

Marucci even compared Lyon's record with them. If they lost, wouldn't the new physical coach have seen it all!

Inter Milan can't be compared to Lyon!

"Is Lyon very good? We also have a lot of strong men in Inter Milan, it is impossible to lose them!"

"Come on, give it a try. Although I haven't practiced bench press for two years, my strength is still there. I'll do it first!"

"169kg is really strong, but how will you know if you don't try it, let me try it!"

"Haha, to tell you the truth, I have never practiced the bench press. A generation of strongmen has been buried like this. I will come first!"

A few tall players are gearing up and eager to try.

"Don't worry, the big players on the team will come first."

"Bastoni, you are young, you come first!"

Bastoni is 190cm tall and weighs around 79kg.

He just turned 20 years old this year, and he is the youngest player in the team besides Ye Chen.

"Okay, I'll come!"

Bastoni put on his gloves and lay down on the fitness chair under the eyes of everyone.

"I'll give you 80kg first, don't worry, warm up." Marucci adjusted the weight on the putter for Bastoni.

Bastoni puffed up his cheeks, "Hey!"

Pushed up.

"It's too light, add it directly to 180kg, this guy is very strong!" Bernie, the third goalkeeper rock uncle, coaxed while wearing a towel.

"That's right, 80kg is too small and not difficult enough!"

"Add a barbell, add a barbell!"

Marucci looked at everyone with a smile and increased it to 100kg.

This old Jianghu can see at a glance that Bastoni's bench press limit is around 90-95kg.

Although Bastoni is tall and has nothing to say about his physical fitness, otherwise he would not have become Inter Milan's main central defender at a young age.

But precisely because of young age, the weight has not kept up, and the density of muscle strength and tissue is not enough.

Bastoni lay back on the chair, flexed his wrists, and tightened his gloves.

He looked up at the ends of the putter, at the massive barbell.

Two more 10kg weighted dumbbells were added than before.

It's true, just do it!

"Huh!"

Bastoni puffed up his cheeks again.

It's different from the last time.

His arms trembled and trembled.

"Come on, Bastoni come on!"

"It's almost there, save your energy!"

"Stretch, it's only 100kg, you can't do it?"

Boom!

The barbell falls heavily on the rack.

Unconvinced, Bastoni tried again.

Boom!

Still didn't lift it up.

He sat up embarrassed.

"No, I can't lift it!"