Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

There are also many viewers in front of domestic TV sets.

Much more than Yang Zhuo's Golden League games.

After all, the World Championships is a level higher than the Golden League.

And this is based on the country and region. Athletes not only have to fight for their own honor, but also for the honor of the country and region.

This makes ordinary people pay more attention.

The scene of the game.

Yang Zhuo is adjusting the position of the running aid.

Coincidentally, in the semi-finals, they were in group 1 with Francis again, and the two were on adjacent tracks.

He was 5th and Francis was 6th.

"Aha! Yang, I can stand by your side again!"

This stuff is a pleasure.

Yang Zhuo couldn't laugh or cry: "Dude, the game is about to begin!"

Francis shrugged: "Do you feel pressured?"

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice: "In this group, two of us have advanced! Crawford and Collins can only compete for the third place."

"Are you so confident?"

"No! No! No! I don't have confidence in myself, but in you. As long as I run with you, I will be safe!"

Yang Zhuo:

Studio.

"It seems that Yang Zhuo is in good condition, and he is still in the mood to chat with Francis. The two of them are old rivals, and they even had a match in the Golden League not long ago."

"This group has the strength to advance, except for the two of them, the rest are Crawford and Collins."

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In the chatter of the commentator.

The on-site commentary introduced the eight contestants in Group 1. Every time one was introduced, the audience cheered loudly.

Including Yang Zhuo!

Different from the Golden League, more Chinese people came to Helsinki to watch the World Championships this time.

There is a red area in the stands, with small red flags waving in their hands and red flag stickers on their faces.

They are all here to cheer for Yang Zhuo.

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

Compatriots cheer for Yang Zhuo.

They even held a big red flag, and four of them raised a corner above their heads.

Particularly conspicuous.

The footage from the CCTV live broadcast room has arrived.

Yang Zhuo also saw it.

He waved his hand in that direction.

Let the compatriots excited.

To be honest, now, in the hearts of track and field fans, Yang Zhuo is like a superstar.

Seeing him wearing a red sportswear embroidered with the Chinese national flag, I feel very proud.

Men's [-]m semi-finals at the World Championships.

Only Yang Zhuo is a Chinese, and no one in Asia can stand on this field anymore.

How could they not be proud of it?

Yangdi Village.

Yang Guoqiang's home.

The living room lights were on.

The couple didn't sleep, but sat in front of the TV and watched the game.

Yang Guoqiang also lit a cigarette.

Zhang Yumin didn't stop him at this time, after all, staying up late makes him sleepy easily.

"His father, do you think Xiaozhuo can win the championship this time?"

"Then I don't know."

Yang Guoqiang took a puff of cigarette, and continued: "But the commentator said everything, our son's time of 9 seconds ranked second in this year's 83-meter time, and the one who ranked first did not participate in the competition."

This is real.

Yang Zhuo's time of 9 seconds ranked second among all athletes today.

The first is Asafa Powell's 1 seconds.

The world ranking has also changed, with Powell No. 1, Gatlin No. 2, and Yang Zhuo No. 3.

and.

As long as Yang Zhuo can win this game, he can surpass Gatlin in the ranking.

"If he wins, will Xiao Zhuo be able to go home on vacation?"

Zhang Yumin missed his son a little.

Yang Zhuo has not returned home since he went to Nanyun Province after the Spring Festival.

"Wait until the Golden League match is over, then I can come back."

"When will that be?"

at the same time.

Studio.

Yang Jian's originally calm voice suddenly rose: "Friends in the audience, the athletes are now on the track, and the competition will start immediately!"

The screen gives the information of 8 players.

First Way, Josh Ross, Kangaroo Country

Second Way, Corinth, Saint Kitts and Nevis

Third Road, Crawford, Pretty Country

Fourth Road, Brown, Trinidad and Tobago

Fifth Way, Yang Zhuo, China

Sixth Way, Francis, Grape Duck

Seventh Avenue, Flatle, Jamaica

[-]th Avenue, Paguenou, France

The results of the preliminaries and semi-finals were not particularly good, and none ran below 9 seconds.

Even Yang Zhuo only ran 9 seconds in the rematch.

Save strength.

And this time the semi-finals will not be so easy.

You have to show some real skills.

The scene of the game.

"On-your-marks!"

The password rang through the radio, and the audience in the stands fell silent.

Everyone knows that the game is about to start.

Yang Zhuo twisted his body and jumped back.

Then squat down in front of the starting line, with your feet on the running blocks.

Empty your head.

All attention is put on listening to the password.

next to.

Francis was also fully serious.

This game.

None of the 8 people on the scene would let the water go, because if they couldn't be promoted directly, if they wanted to advance by relying on replacement places, it would depend on their faces.

fate.

It still has to be in your own hands.

"set!"

The prepared password sounded.

Yang Zhuo raised his hips and lowered his head, waiting for the starting gun to go off.

"Snapped!"

The moment the gunshot rang out, Yang Zhuo rushed out.

"Beep!"

The whistle sounded.

Someone ran away.