Looking at the back of the billboard, there were a few people wearing the same caddy costumes, Gao Han swept over one by one.

"When did Sevilla's youth training become so awesome?"

Looking at this glance, there are still three potentials of reaching 175.

One is named Jose Antonio Reyes, who is seventeen years old, probably not from U16, playing as a left winger and forward.

One is Antonio Puelta, who is exactly sixteen years old, and is a one-stop on the left.

The last one is the shy-looking Jesus Navas, fifteen years old, playing as the right winger.

Like Sergio Ramos, these three people have reached 175 potentials.

"No, can Sevilla have this youth training level?"

Gao Han was a little suspicious and walked back to the coach's seat and happened to meet Cantalero.

"Carlos, ask you something, how about Sevilla's youth training?"

"Sevilla's youth training?" Cantalero nodded and praised: "It's great."

"Very good? Why don't you seem to have heard of it?"

"That's normal, they often sell it."

Cantalero knew that Gao Han was not very familiar with Spanish football, so he smiled and said, "Carlos Marchena in our team, Salva before, and Jose Mali earlier, they all came from the Sevilla youth training camp."

"Oh, by the way, the right back of Vigo Celta we met not long ago, Juan Velasco, too."

Gao Han was stunned at this moment.

I didn't see that Sevilla's youth training was so awesome.

No wonder he was able to show four young players with a potential of up to 175 in one breath and become caddies in the future.
Chapter completed!