Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

It is early morning now.

But An Yufei still sat in front of the TV and watched the game.

The temperature of the air conditioner was a bit low, so she wrapped herself in a small blanket.

He looked at the screen without blinking.

"This lens is not bad!"

An Yufei muttered, then took an orange from the tea table in front of her, peeled it open and ate it while looking at it.

After a few minutes.

before the starting line.

Yang Zhuo in the fourth lane and Asafa Powell in the fifth lane squatted in front of the starting line.

The focus of this game is only the two of them.

Everyone else is a foil.

Even the lens is more than others.

"on-your-marks!"

After the prepared password sounded, Yang Zhuo took a deep breath.

Quiet yourself.

Asafa Powell said a prayer.

Then lower your head and assume a starting position.

The noisy sound in the stands also gradually decreased.

The 1-meter champion in the first stop of the Diamond League will be decided soon.

"set!"

"Snapped!"

The starting gun sounds.

At this moment, Yang Zhuo rushed out with both feet.

The reaction was quick and the explosion was strong, directly leading the player in the third lane, causing him to stagger 160 and almost fall down.

"Game start!"

In the live broadcast room, Yang Jian yelled: "The contestant in the third lane was led sideways and almost fell down."

"Running with Yang Zhuo, the pressure is so great."

on site.

After Yang Zhuo started running, he felt very good.

Whether it is listening to the gun reaction or accelerating after starting, there is no sense of lag.

Very smooth.

This also means that the outcome of this game has been decided.

With a good start, Asafa Powell has no chance of beating him.

in the stands.

Cheers and cheers sounded immediately.

The entire arena was plunged into a frenzy, and the sound waves were like a tsunami, overwhelming the sky.

10 m.

20 m.

30 m.

The distance of only 30 meters is one-third of the race, but the gap has already been widened.

Yang Zhuo and Asafa Powell are side by side in the first echelon.

The rest of the people were pulled away by at least one position.

Fifth way.

Asafa Powell's expression was contorted, and he swung his arms vigorously to accelerate.

At this moment, he was a little excited.

You know, whether it is the Olympics or the World Championships, Yang Zhuo will pull him half a distance away in the first 30 meters.

And not today.

This gave him a sudden confidence.

Could it be that Yang Zhuo is not in good condition and can win today?

however.

This thought disappeared without a trace after less than 2 seconds.

After Yang Zhuo raised his head, his speed became faster and faster.

It's like changing from third gear to fourth gear.

"Puff puff puff."

50 m.

60 m.

Yang Zhuo passed Asafa Powell at a speed visible to the naked eye, and left him behind.

1 position.

2 position.

3 position.

Asafa Powell was powerless to resist.

"Yang Zhuo is far ahead, Asafa Powell has been pulled away and lost the chance to compete for the championship."

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

"The first gold medal of the season is just ahead."

"Sprint!"

"Beautiful, champion! Yang Zhuo is the champion!"

In Yang Jian's excited voice, Yang Zhuo crossed the finish line.

Results are also displayed on the big screen in time.

9 seconds 71.

The world's best result in the 1-meter sprint this year.

"9 seconds 71! Very good result, good start!"

"He is the king! The invincible king!"

on site.

Yang Zhuo slowly slowed down and stopped. After seeing the results on the big screen, he showed a satisfied look on his face.

not bad.

Then, he raised his clenched right hand high towards the audience.

iconic move.

In the 1-meter race, Yang Zhuo is the king!

Asafa Powell said that he wanted to be the finisher of Yang Zhuo's victory, but unfortunately, he couldn't do it! .

Chapter 360 The Sad Gatling

5 month 23 day.

Magic City.

"9 seconds 82! Congratulations to Yang Zhuo for winning the second championship in the IAAF Diamond League!"

"There are still 7 races away from the goal of winning 5 races, let us cheer for him!"

Under the leadership of the on-site host, thunderous shouts sounded from the 8-person stadium.

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

in the stands.

An Yufei, Qianqian's mother, Yang Guoqiang and Zhang Yumin in the box were also infected.

Such a scene cannot but be exciting.

The scene of the game.

Yang Zhuo looked at the audience who were cheering for him, and his blood was also boiling.

Stop 2, take it!

Next there will be a 3rd station, a 4th station, a 5th station, a 6th station, until the finals.

He wants to win the 1-meter victory in the first season of the Diamond League.

at this time.

Yang Zhuo did a forehand flip on the track, and it was five consecutive flips.

Immediately, the atmosphere at the scene became even more enthusiastic.