Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

Mills was not nervous, but a little excited.

"From now on, the entire sprint world will be shocked by you!"

"Usain Bolt, the audience will be chanting your name!"

"Even the Olympics!"

These thoughts raced through Mills' mind.

He is Bolt's coach and knows Bolt's current level best.

It will definitely amaze everyone.

No one would have imagined what kind of results this big man of nearly 2 meters would run on the 100-meter runway.

"on your marks!"

The starter's voice rang through the stadium.

Bolt adjusted his breathing slightly, paused, and stepped on the running aids with both feet.

Say a prayer first.

Then look in the direction of the finish line.

"I will win!"

"The whole audience will cheer for me!"

Thinking of this, Bolt looked up at the audience in the stands, then lowered his head.

Concentrated and calm, waiting for the next password.

"set!"

All 8 people make a starting position.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the electronic starting gun was heard throughout the stadium.

At this moment, Bolt suddenly got up!

The pendulum-style starting movement is also a figure-of-eight style.

In the first few steps, the two feet did not step on a straight line, but a figure of eight.

He's too tall for explosive starts.

it's the only way.

"Great start!"

Bolt was a little excited, both physically and mentally.

Next, swing your arms hard and accelerate.

"Puff puff puff."

A pair of long legs kept moving forward.

10 m.

20 m.

30 m.

Bolt doesn't have any lagging behind in the future.

he knows.

This game is for sure.

If the future is not behind, the future is impossible.

He has confidence in himself.

Likewise, Coach Mills knows this.

After watching Bolt's start, he knew that the game was won.

sidelines.

Tyson Gay was stunned, the so-called layman watched the excitement, while the insider watched the way.

He knew very well that Bolt ran very well.

"How is it possible? Why didn't he lag behind in the start? With such a height, he didn't lag behind in the start."

You must know that although the other players on the field are not particularly strong, they are also first-line.

For example, Flatel, Kim Collins, and Spielman are all regulars in the World Series.

now.

Bolt didn't think about other people's opinions, he only had the end in his eyes.

This game is to be won.

And to create a new national record.

"Puff puff puff."

Bolt's stride is getting bigger and bigger, and he has already started to take the lead less than 50 meters away.

in the audience.

Everyone was a little taken aback.

Ok?

The lead was not Flatel or Spearman, but Bolt!

After the stupefaction passed, all that was left was surprises.

Someone started calling Bolt's name.

"Bolt!"

"Bolt!"

"Bolt!"

At this moment, Bolt's stride is getting bigger and bigger, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

60 m.

70 m.

At this time, his speed has reached its peak.

Far away from others.

80 m.

90 m.

The end is at hand.

Bolt was not distracted to look at both sides, he just wanted to cross the finish line.

100 m.

cross the line.

Bolt crossed the finish line a few meters ahead of others.

In the next second, the results were displayed on the big screen. 430

9 second 73!

The wind speed is 1.8 meters per second!

Not super wind speed.

This also means that Bolt ran the second best result in the world.

Second only to Yang Zhuo's 9 seconds!

Of course, Yang Zhuo's record is 0.5 meters per second against the wind, while Bolt's record is 1.8 meters per second with the wind, there is a big gap between them.

But in any case, as long as there is no super wind speed, the second is the second!

Seeing the results, all the audience went crazy.

Unexpectedly, Bolt ran out of 9 seconds.

This is outrageous!

Who said that 1 meters can't run 96 meters?

on site.

Looking at the results on the big screen, Bolt felt overwhelmed.

"Yang! I'm here to challenge you!"

Afterwards, Bolt ran to the sidelines and hugged Mills: "Coach, I made it!"

Mills smiled: "Go and enjoy your glory! Usain Bolt!"

Glory indeed.

The entire Jamaican audience was chanting his name.

Bolt got a national flag, put it on his body, and ran around the field.

Beijing.

Field Management Center.

Yang Zhuo has just done a set of ultra-distance running training and is wiping his sweat with a towel.

At this time, Li Qing walked over quickly.

"Little Zhuo!"

"What's wrong, Coach?"