Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

Keep your eyes on the finish line ahead.

now.

Asafa Powell and Tyson Gay are fighting for the first place, England is keeping three and two, and Nigeria is firmly biting England.

It seems that the ranking is certain.

however.

Yang Zhuo will not admit defeat, he wants the medal!

It's done!

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

Zhang Peimeng stood where he was and roared at the top of his voice.

Yang Zhuo heard it.

"You all did your best! Leave the rest to me!"

"I will not let you down!"

Yang Zhuo is like a cheetah chasing its prey, its legs are quickly twisted, and it quickly enters the high-speed running stage.

"Yang Zhuo! Yang Zhuo is accelerating!"

"Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!"

"Don't leave any regrets!"

"rush!"

Yang Jian shouted at the top of his voice, as if he forgot that he was a commentator, and only regarded himself as a spectator watching the game live, a fan.

Let go of your emotions.

in front of the TV.

Everyone was extremely tense, feeling that the air had become sticky.

Rapid heartbeat and difficulty breathing.

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

Some audience members couldn't help shouting.

stadium.

The audience at the scene was even more excited. Many people couldn't help standing up and cheering for the team they supported.

The Huaxia team had few spectators, but the momentum was spectacular.

All are waving red flags vigorously.

Cheer Yang Zhuo with a loud voice!

At this moment, Yang Zhuo was swinging his arms and striding crazily, his speed had reached its peak, and he quickly caught up with the Nigerian player.

"Yang Zhuo! Yang Zhuo surpassed the Nigerian team!"

"Come on!"

"Keep rushing!"

"Every step is making history!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

Yang Jian's hoarse voice was full of joy and excitement.

Yang Zhuo didn't know the reaction in front of the TV, or even the audience.

All his thoughts were on the finish line.

Surpassing, only by continuously surpassing the opponent can you get the medal.

Can't stand it.

There can't even be any slowdown.

Neither Tyson Gay nor Asafa Powell has the same speed and endurance as him. As long as he can maintain a high speed for a longer period of time, he can continue to narrow the gap.

"Puff puff puff."

The footsteps seemed to be getting slower and slower.

That's because the stride length is getting bigger and bigger, and running at high speed never depends on the stride frequency alone, but the perfect combination of stride frequency and stride length.

Run the farthest distance with the least amount of energy.

To be honest, Yang Zhuo hasn't chased others like this for a long time.

On the field, even Asafa Powell can only lead him by two or three positions in the future, not as big an advantage as he is now.

no way.

Complaining is pointless, discouragement means failure.

Yang Zhuo has never had these two kinds of emotions in his heart, you are ahead?

Then I'll chase it back!

now.

The runners are getting closer and closer to the finish line.

And the sound wave in the stadium has reached its peak, and every audience will be engulfed by this exciting, even crazy atmosphere.

Everyone is excited.

50 m.

40 m.

30 m.

Dressed in a red uniform, Yang Zhuo caught up with and surpassed the England player "instantly" like a bolt of lightning.

Come to the 3rd place!

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Third!"

"If you stand up, you will get a medal!"

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

Yang Jian was ecstatic.

"You can always trust Yang Zhuo! He never disappoints!"

20 m.

Yang Zhuo is chasing Asafa Powell who is currently in second place.

And Tyson Gay, who is the first, already has a two-position advantage.

"Can you catch up with Powell?"

"Can you catch up?"

No one returned to Yang Jian's question.

Yang Zhuo is desperately moving forward.

At this time, the disadvantages of Powell's future have been shown.

His speed is slipping!

The gap between Yang Zhuo and him keeps narrowing, and shrinking again.

15 m.

10 m.

5 m.

At the last moment, Yang Zhuo and Asafa Powell crossed the finish line together.

"Yang Zhuo! Yang Zhuo!"

"Cross the line!"

"Yang Zhuo crossed the line with Asafa Powell."

"What's the score? Who's No. 2?"

It's not just him who cares about this issue, but also all Chinese audiences, Jamaican audiences, and even some plaster country audiences at the scene.

They all looked at the big screen anxiously.

Such an anxious game is too rare.

At this moment, the results were displayed on the big screen.

1. The fifth track, the beautiful national team, with a score of 37 seconds

2. The fourth track, the Jamaica team, with a score of 37 seconds

3. The third team, Huaxia team, with a score of 37 seconds

4. The sixth track, the England team, with a score of 37 seconds

5. The second track, the Nigerian team, with a score of 37 seconds

6. Ninth Road, plaster national team, score 38 seconds 11

The moment he saw the results, Yang Jian couldn't help but sighed.

"A thousandth of a second!"