Almighty Athlete Chapter 506: Win the gold
When Farah looked up, he didn’t see Zhang Guan. Then he turned his head to the left, and he didn’t find Zhang Guan on the opposite runway.
"Where did Zhang Guan go, not in front, or opposite, it would not be abstained!" Farah began to speed up while pondering.
The competition has been carried out for 8,000 meters, and the athletes who are aspiring for medals have begun to speed up their pace.
Entering the corner, Farah looked back. He wanted to pay attention to the position of the Beckler brothers. However, not far from the tail of the big army, a tall figure entered Farah’s sight. among.
Red sportswear, yellow people, taller than the average person, this is indeed too conspicuous.
"That's Zhang Guan!" Farah blinked, then glanced again, and finally realized that he was not wrong.
"The end of the team! Didn’t the Zhang Guan run to the front already? How could he be at the end of the team? Did he say he was chasing a lap! How much is he leading me now? 1 minute? More than 1 minute? ? There are still five laps to come to an end. Oops. If you don’t hurry, the one-minute gap will not catch up!"
When Farah thought of this, he felt anxious. The rhythm at his feet is also a bit chaotic, and unconsciously faster than the normal rhythm.
In front of the TV, the already drunk Sebastian waved his fists excitedly: "Farrah started to accelerate! Haha, Zhang Guan, you will soon be caught up by Farah! Let you just I started running so fast, now I don’t have a physical sprint anymore! Well, yes, where is Zhang Guan now?"
Sebastian burps and stares at the TV carefully, but does not find the Zhang Guan figure.
The British are the host. The British broadcaster will of course give priority to the British players, so the lens is always aimed at Farah, and there is no tangent to others.
On the TV screen, the speed shown by Farah has satisfied Sebastian.
"Yes, Farah is still accelerating. If you work hard, maybe you can run within 27 minutes! I remember the Olympic record is only 27 minutes and 01 seconds! Farah won the Olympic record. Winning the 10,000m championship will add another gold to our British team! Cheers!" Sebastian raised his glass like a celebration in advance and swallowed it.
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In this circle, Farah is always paying attention to the situation of Zhang Guan. He finds that Zhang Guan has not accelerated.
"The physical strength of Zhang Guan should not allow him to speed up! This is good news for me! As long as Zhang Guan does not accelerate, I will have a chance!" Farah thought to himself.
After another lap, Zhang Guan is still running at the original speed, and Farah has been able to see the figure of Zhang Guan on the opposite track.
"Good thing, another step!"
At the 9000-meter time point, behind Falakh there are six other players who can keep up with his speed.
"The last 1,000 meters, sprint!" Farah accelerated again.
If you put it in the past, Farah may start to sprint in the last 800 meters, but this time, Farah chose the last sprint of 1000 meters, and he will catch up with Zhang Guan in the last two laps.
"Falah accelerated! Is he going to sprint? Farah, come on!" As the on-site commentator shouted, the British audience in the surrounding stands immediately began to boil.
The London Olympic Stadium has a total of 80,000 achievements. Even half of the British people on the scene cheered. And this cheer inspired Farah even more. At this moment, he felt that he was full of power!
"Zhang Guan did not sprint! He really did not have the physical strength to sprint, I have a chance! Olympic gold medal! It must be mine!" Falah suddenly burst into blood.
However, behind Falach, after three people, the expression of the former superstar Beckler was dignified. At this time, he was constantly paying attention to Zhang Guan, but his view was completely opposite to Falach. . Farah just saw that Zhang Guan did not speed up, and what Beckler saw was that Zhang Guan did not slow down!
"It's the same speed as before! Zhang Guan didn't slow down, he never slowed down! It's like this at 3000 meters, it's like this at 4000 meters, it's like this at 5000 meters, 6000 meters, 7000 meters, 8000 meters It’s always like this! It’s already over 9000 meters now, and he’s still like this, at this speed! He keeps the same speed throughout! How is this possible?”
Thinking of this, Beckler's eyes revealed a shock.
“Keep the same speed all the way, it only exists in theory, it is absolutely impossible in actual competition! The human body is not a machine, and the athlete’s distribution of physical strength cannot be so precise! But Zhang Guan does When he arrives, he is always running at the same speed. Is this guy a robot? Only the machine can control it so accurately!"
In front, Zhang Guan has crossed 9200 meters, which means he has two last laps left from the finish line. The broadcaster finally gave Zhang Guan a shot. After all, the one who is leading, when entering the last two laps, must have a shot, and it must be accompanied by a subtitle of the last two laps to inform the audience in front of the TV that the game is still left The last two laps.
"Zhang Guan is here! The last two laps left?" Sebastian finally saw the Zhang Guan footage, and also saw the subtitles with the last two laps left.
Next, Sebastian inadvertently glanced at the game time on the TV screen.
24 minutes and 10 seconds!
"24 minutes and 10 seconds!" Sebastian hiccupped again and then looked up sharply.
"24 minutes and 10 seconds! How is it possible!" Sebatius was awake most of the time.
The Zhang Guan is 800 meters away from the end of the game, and his result is 24 minutes and 10 seconds.
Sebastian is the chairman of the IAAF anyway. He is still very sensitive to the data of the track and field events. Of course, he also understands that it only takes 24 minutes and 10 seconds for 9200 meters.
"Zhang Guan ran 23 laps in 24 minutes and 10 seconds? If he ran at this speed..." Sebastian's mind suddenly went blank.
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Falah is like a wild horse that ran away, rushing forward wildly, and every step forward, the distance between him and Zhang Guan will be reduced by one point.
"Farah, sprint! Quick sprint!" The narrator's shouts seemed to be overwhelmed by the cheers on the spot, and for Farah, this was an inspiration and a hope.
Falah also crossed 9200 meters.
"The last two laps!" Farah's eyes gleamed. He has never been so persistent, and the cry of the surrounding audience has made Farah's state burst.
"I can refresh my personal fastest score today, surely!"
Farach began to approach Zhang Guan at a speed that he could observe with his naked eyes. He wanted to surpass Zhang Guan.
"Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom..."
Suddenly, a bell rang.
This is the bell that will ring when the leading athlete enters the final lap.
At this moment, everyone’s eyes are on the finish line, where people see Zhang Guan.
And this bell, like a pot of cold water, poured down Farah's head.
This is the bell of despair.
"Zhang Guan only has the last lap left!" Farah noticed the gap between him and Zhang Guan.
The gap between them is indeed narrowing, but in terms of distance, it is still very huge. Farah only ran one third of the penultimate lap, and Zhang Guan had entered the last lap.
At this moment, Farah finally realized that he could not catch up to Zhang Guan in the last lap, and his fire of hope was instantly destroyed.
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Farah’s speed at this time is indeed faster than that of Zhang Guan, but the voice of the audience cheering is getting smaller and smaller. The audience has already seen that the distance between them is too big, even Farah was running desperately and could not catch up with Zhang Guan before the finish line.
The audience at the end is filled with a frustrated atmosphere. Zhang Guan is getting closer and closer to the focus, and is about to run into the final big straight, while Farah is still far away from Zhang Guan.
Falah is still working very hard, but this kind of effort is already in vain. Unless Zhang Guan suddenly falls to the ground before the end, it will not be able to afford it, otherwise the result of the game will be doomed.
"Falah cannot catch up!"
"I really didn't expect that Farah would lose the game, did the new world long-distance runner lose?"
"The king of long-distance running in the world, and it is also a local battle. It is such an important event for the Olympic Games. >
"It’s normal to lose the game. Didn’t Beckler lose one or two times during his heyday? Farah can’t reach the level of Beckler now, the key is that he lost to Zhang Guan, it made me really unexpected."
"At the beginning of the game, Zhang Guan was left behind by the big army, I thought Zhang Guan had not been eliminated, but I didn’t expect him to make a big comeback, not only rushing first, but also leading So much."
"Six years ago, Zhang Guan ruled the sprint; four years ago, Zhang Guan ruled the middle-distance race; and today, he is going to rule the sprint! From 100 meters to 10,000 meters, such a big cross service~IndoMTL.com ~ But still can get the Olympic gold medal, in this world, only Zhang Guan can do it!"
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In people's voices, Zhang Guan rushed to the end.
The lens has been completely aligned with Zhang Guan. Under the public attention, Zhang Guan crossed the finish line.
"Win! We won! Aw..." As the director of the track and field team, the director Ma roared with excitement. Compared with the long jump gold medal not long ago, this 10,000-meter long-distance gold medal is more capable Director Ma felt excited.
The Olympic gold medal for long jump has been won in the last session. The 10,000-meter Olympic gold medal has never been seen before. This is another major breakthrough in the history of national track and field.
"Zhang Guan, great!" Director Ma generally said, looking at Zhang Guan.
While Zhang Guan is still on the track, he continues to run forward...
"Persevere, run for another 3 minutes and 45 seconds to stop and rest." Zhang Guan's bitter face.