As soon as I checked in, I found that last night's article was gone. But the strange thing is that when it was gone before, I would receive a system notification that the article was deleted, but this time there was no notification. The status of the article is visible only to the operator... I have never encountered this situation before.
I made a blind guess in my heart as to what the problem was, but I certainly wouldn't say it out loud. This feeling was like a fortune teller and the vague secrets of heaven, which were vague and unpredictable, and could not be explained even if I tried to predict them.
Last night, readers left me two good questions. One is why the performance of Chinese football has been getting worse and worse after 30 years of professionalization. The other is why the performance of Chinese basketball has been getting worse and worse despite its strong mass base.
I originally wanted to write about these two topics, but after thinking about them for a while, I felt that it would take too many words to expand on them, so I will just give a core summary:
First of all, our professionalism is very unprofessional. Companies that run clubs often have political and business purposes, which leads to their operation being out of touch with market rules and being eager for quick success. A typical example is that when the real estate market was booming in the past few years, they spent hundreds of millions of dollars to hire foreign players to do short-term work.
Secondly, there are usually government departments above our professional leagues, but over the years, they have mostly been a drag and rarely play a positive role. The people in them are incompetent and have dirty hands, and they go to jail in droves as soon as there is a little anti-corruption effort.
Then there is the low comprehensive return rate of sports training and poor cost performance. When I said this last night, someone pointed out that the annual income of the national football team members is several million or tens of millions, far exceeding that of ordinary people. You can't compare the best Chinese football players with the wage level. No matter how bad they play, they are already the best in China. They should be compared with the top players in other content industries. If you compare them horizontally, you will find that both the top positions and the top incomes are very average. Therefore, now serious families rarely let their children practice professional sports. At most, they can practice sports specialties to get extra points for admission to school.
In the 1990s, although the income of professional teams within the system was not high, they could arrange jobs after retirement. Moreover, the whole society was poor at that time, so the cost-effectiveness was good in comparison, and it was an acceptable way out for many people.
In short, it is unprofessional in terms of professionalism, unregulated in terms of supervision, the market is not like a market, the plan is not like a plan, it has become a hodgepodge, and in the end the performance level is even worse than before.
The above are just my personal opinions, just some casual writing over the weekend. If you disagree, you can leave a message to give me feedback.
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I was chatting with my wife last night, and she said that our son suddenly asked whether our family is rich or poor.
I got curious and asked her to continue. She asked her son what he thought. He said it was neither poor nor rich. My wife asked him who he thought was richer among the people he knew. He said classmate xxx, because his home had a garden, and classmate xxx, whose home was a duplex, much bigger than ours.
I smiled and said that the children have grown up and started to understand that families with larger houses are wealthier, and there is nothing wrong with this logic.
Then my wife said that my son's classmates were all fascinated by Iron Man, and everyone was discussing how to make an iron suit. Then one day he suddenly asked, "Mom, how many hundreds of millions do we have at home?"
My wife said that she was confused by the question and didn't answer. My son sighed and said that our family didn't have 100 million, but we should have 90 million. My wife asked him why he needed so much money. He said that he wanted to make Iron Man's clothes, so he needed at least 100 million.
I can't help but complain that kids nowadays are so childish. They are already in the fourth grade and have no concept of money. I already had my own money when I was in the fourth grade and often went to the canteen and bookstore to spend money. I strongly suggest that my wife should increase her education on the ways of the world and common sense for her silly son.
My wife also said that my son now admires my college buddy (Uncle Sun) who invited me to dinner in Hangzhou, because Uncle Sun runs a live broadcast e-commerce company and pays more than 2 million yuan in salary to anchors and employees every month, saying that he is the richest person he knows. Then he sighed to his wife and said that his father is not as good as Uncle Sun, otherwise he would buy an Iron Man suit.
I frowned when I heard this. He is such a fool. Don't teach him how to invest in the future. Otherwise, no matter how much money you leave for him, he will lose it all. I want to say that the current social structure has led to children having less contact with society and becoming sensible late. I don't know about other places, but in Beijing, parents still pick up and drop off their sixth graders because there are too many cars on the road and they are worried about letting their children walk alone.
The child is either at school or at home, and rarely has the opportunity to be alone in the world, so he has no chance to spend money on his own. He thinks a bottle of Coke in a hotel for 30 yuan is not expensive, and he thinks that a deliveryman earning 8,000 yuan a month is very rich. I am actually very dissatisfied with this cognitive progress, but I am really worried about throwing him out into the society alone to interact with strangers. It's difficult to deal with. Hey, I am a worried old father.