Football giants

Chapter 251 Armed to the Teeth

As soon as I walked into the training building, I found that many people gathered outside the research center of Dr. Howard Hamilton.

Yang Huan saw Charlene Lahiri and Marcus Bowman from Adidas in the crowd, and immediately walked over.

Could it be that Dr. Howard Hamilton is doing a pole dance in it on a whim?

It's hard for Yang Huan to imagine that a bad old man can still have such charm when jumping a steel pipe.

It would be nice not to scare people away!

In fact, no one did the jump pipe, but someone ran on a special treadmill.

Yang Huan could tell at a glance that it was Harvey Martinez who had just arrived in England today and was undergoing the team's physical examination.

Strangely enough, he was wearing a tight black training suit.

Surprisingly, it is the artifact of burning milk that Yang Huan just saw not long ago?

In the research center, apart from Dr. Howard Hamilton, Dr. Marcus Du Sartoy, and the staff of the research center, there are several other strangers who are gathering together to study something.

And on the wall in front of them, the [-]-inch LCD screen was rapidly collecting the data of Harvey Martinez on the treadmill.

Since the distance is a bit far, it is not clear what data is collected.

"What?" Yang Huan poked his head out from behind Charlene Lahiri.

Charlene Lahiri watched everything that happened in the research center very intently. To her, these were all too miraculous.

She has visited so many football teams, but nothing like this has ever happened to her.

The most advanced is Liverpool. They also collect player data through a set of training uniforms and the like, but that can only be achieved through many other auxiliary means, and even detailed data can only be obtained after training.

But Southampton can now get real-time data, and the data refresh rate is very fast.

Sometimes it keeps refreshing within a second.

"It seems to be a newly made training uniform." Charlene Lahiri replied casually.

She didn't even look at who it was, and she was all about what happened in the research center.

Even, she was thinking, what is the use of these data?

"Oh, it looks very powerful." Yang Huan leaned forward again.

A head has almost wiped Charlene Lahiri's face.

Charlene Lahiri was taken aback by this, she retracted her head reflexively, and lost her voice: "What are you doing?"

When she saw clearly that it was Yang Huan, her pretty face immediately turned red.

"Look, why are you so nervous?"

Charlene Lahiri still had some lingering fears. Just now, the bastard purposely kept quiet, as if he wanted to... Kiss me secretly?

"This place is mine, and what you see is also mine. You can see it, but I can't?" Yang Huan said in a very righteous way. Is there such a weird truth in the world?
Charlene Lahiri secretly resented in her heart, obviously you wanted to take advantage of me, but you spoke as if I was wrong.

But soon, her professional sense as a reporter made her want to capture the inside story.

"Hey, what's that?" Charlene Lahiri asked.

Not only him, but Marcus Bowman also showed concern.

If it was just Southampton, then he wouldn't pay so much attention, but Yang Huan often comes up with some unbelievable things, and this may be one of his whimsical ideas.

"You want to know?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

Charlene Lahiri nodded, "Yes."

"I..." Yang Huan purposely whetted her appetite.

When her watery eyes were staring at Yang Huan, full of anticipation, he let out a laugh.

"...I won't tell you!"

Charlene Lahiri was so angry that she gave him a kick.

"That's our business secret, understand? Can I tell you casually?"

After speaking, Yang Huan separated from the crowd, walked to the door of the research center, and knocked lightly a few times.

Immediately, a staff member ran over to open the door and shouted, "Master Huan."

Suddenly, everyone in the research center looked over.

"Mr. Bowman, are you interested in coming in and have a look?" Yang Huan extended the invitation with a smile.

There is still something to ask Adidas for help.

Marcus Bowman looked at Charlene Lahiri, and then looked around, suddenly felt his chest raised and his abdomen shrunk.

We are the honored guests of Master Huan!

"Okay."

Charlene Lahiri became anxious immediately, this guy did it on purpose.

But when she was sullen, Yang Huan smiled at her and made a gesture of please.

This guy is so hateful!
Just know how to play tricks!

But being teased by Yang Huan, for some reason, my heart beat a little faster, and my face became very hot.

"Remember, don't report it!" Yang Huan warned solemnly.

It's not that it's really a commercial secret, it's just that Yang Huan doesn't want to be overly reported and interpreted by the media.

Charlene Lahiri gave him a sideways glance, but obediently nodded in agreement.

"Master Huan."

As soon as Yang Huan went inside, Howard Hamilton and others greeted him immediately.

Harvey Martinez even got off the treadmill.

The Spanish international had spoken with Yang Huan on the phone before, but this was the first time he had seen a real person.

Originally, he already thought that Master Huan was very young, but when he met him now, he realized that he was too young.

At the age of about 20 years old, he has done so many great things, which is amazing.

At the first glance, he completely changed his view of Yang Huan.

"Is this the smart jersey?" Yang Huan looked curiously at the training uniform on Harvey Martinez.

"Yes!" Immediately, a blond young man stood out from the crowd and offered to introduce Yang Huan.

"In addition to the intelligent constant temperature system in this training suit, there are also three fabric sensors that can collect multiple physiological indicators such as heart rate, breathing rate, breathing volume, and activity level."

With that said, the young staff member showed the tablet computer in his hand again.

"The three fabric sensors can collect 4 pieces of data for us per minute, and transmit them to the hand-held devices of coaches on the sidelines in real time, such as laptops, IPADs or smart phones, and then use our software APP to calculate and analyze these complex data, and then get the answers we want."

Charlene Lahiri and Marcus Bowman were a little surprised when they heard this.

With the emergence of smart phones and various smart devices, the use of sensors is becoming more and more extensive.

Unexpectedly, Southampton even thought of using it on the jersey.

This is simply the rhythm of arming the Saints players to the teeth!

"How accurate is the detected data?" Marcus Bowman asked with concern.

The young man looked at Yang Huan, and seemed afraid to answer Marcus Bowman's question easily.

After getting Yang Huan's nod, he replied.

"Because of the close-fitting relationship, the accuracy is definitely higher than other methods, and this is only our first-generation product."

Marcus Bowman thought of another question, "What about the transmission distance of the data?"

"No problem covering the entire pitch!"

Yang Huan was delighted when he heard it. If this thing is really used, it will definitely be a great help to the head coach.

If he can really be as accurate as he said, then the head coach can know the status of the players in real time anytime, anywhere.

"How does it feel to wear it?" Yang Huan asked Harvey Martinez.

The Spanish international is also quite young, and he is also very curious about this kind of high-tech gadgets. Seeing that he was the first to try and experience this smart jersey, he was very excited and couldn't help nodding.

"That's right, I don't feel the existence of a chip at all, but the battery and heating pad are a bit awkward."

Howard Hamilton immediately said: "In fact, whether it is Nike or Adidas, the design of jerseys is already very professional and advanced, and the jerseys need to be breathable. Once players play football, their bodies will heat up. Heating and constant temperature are of little significance."

Yang Huan felt that what he said made sense.

"Heating and constant temperature, I think it is more suitable to be placed on the training jacket to keep the player's body temperature as much as possible. As for the jersey, I think these sensors and the data collected are very useful."

After all, he is an expert, and he always considers problems more comprehensively.

Yang Huan looked at the smart jersey again, "Can you make the fabric sensor you mentioned into a trademark?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, but soon understood Yang Huan's intentions.

He was trying to disguise the existence of the sensor.

Of course, even if people find out, it's no big deal.

If you have the ability, you can do it yourself.

"It's not a big problem." The young man thought for a while and gave the answer on the spot.

Yang Huan looked at him with a smile, "What's your name?"

The young man immediately introduced himself with a smile, "My name is Dan Max, I'm from Stanford University, and now I'm working at the WeChat Research Institute in Shenzhen, China."

Oh, it turned out to be working for me.

Then Yang Huan is not polite.

"In this way, you prepare quickly, the team will be training soon, and we will use this system in the new season, so it must be debugged before the season and collect enough data first."

"Understood!" Dan Max was already mentally prepared.

"Marcus, are you okay?" Yang Huan looked at Marcus Bowman.

Southampton's jersey is provided by Adidas. To implant sensors and chips on the jersey naturally requires the cooperation of Adidas. In addition, there are training suits, which are also provided by Adidas.

Marcus Bowman shook his head, "Our processing plant is located in China, so cooperation in this area is not a big problem."

"Very well, then this matter is settled!"

After Yang Huan made the decision, he once again became the hands-off shopkeeper.

After all, for such a trivial matter like a sesame mung bean, it is enough for someone under his command to follow up and deal with it.

I have personally experienced everything, so where is the time to burn money, pick up girls, and slap people in the face?
Don't burn money, don't pick up girls, don't slap people in the face, is this still a dutiful rich second generation?
"Master Huan!"

Just as Yang Huan walked out of the research center, Marcus Bowman chased him out.

"Is something wrong?"

Marcus Bowman smiled wryly. He knew that Mr. Huan was busy, so he had been waiting here all day.

"That's it. We invited someone to design the home and away jerseys and the third set of jerseys for the new season, as well as the goalkeeper's jerseys for you Southampton. I originally took them to St. Mary's Stadium, but both Nicola and Sun Yue said that you need to make a decision."

Yang Huan became a little annoyed when he heard this, "Are these two fellows free-spirited? I have to deal with such a small matter myself?"

Marcus Bowman was even more embarrassed.

Dare to feel in the eyes of this young master, Adidas sponsors Southampton 3000 million pounds a year, it is all about sesame and mung beans.

However, I heard that his daily income of 500 million pounds may not be really taken into account.

But no matter what, since people are waiting, they have to ask Master Huan for an idea.

"All right, let me see."

Marcus Bowman immediately took a tablet from the secretary next to him, opened it, and clicked on a few pictures of jersey styles.

"Southampton's jersey for the new season adopts our company's most advanced technology, which reduces the weight by 30.00%, doubles the dryness effect, and adopts a unique knitted fabric technology, which makes the jersey have good moisture absorption and perspiration performance.

Yang Huan heard that he said it was very high-end and elegant, but in his eyes, it was not much different from ordinary jerseys.

Or there is a real difference, but the feeling is not particularly obvious.

Anyway, these guys are all fooling around!
"How much do you plan to sell this kind of jersey?" Yang Huan didn't care about these parameters at all.

On the contrary, he is more sensitive to price.

"The fans' jersey is £75, and the off-field version is more expensive, £[-]."

Unexpectedly, Yang Huan couldn't stop shaking his head when he heard this, "Fans spend fifty to seventy pounds to buy a piece of clothing that they don't even wear except for watching games and sports. Do you think it's plausible?"

Marcus Bowman was taken aback, and asked with a wry smile, "Aren't all teams like this?"

"They are them, we are us!" Yang Huan became more certain of his thoughts.

"We at Southampton would never do such a thing!"

(End of this chapter)