All-round Athlete

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When Farah looked up, he didn't see Zhang Guan, and then he turned his head to the left. On the opposite runway, Zhang Guan was not found.

"Where did Zhang Guan go, not in front of him, or on the opposite side, maybe he would abstain!" Farah began to speed up as he wondered.

The competition has been carried out for 8,000 meters, and the players 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.

Red sportswear, yellow race, taller than the average person, this is indeed too conspicuous.

"That's Zhang Guan!" Farah blinked and looked again, finally realizing that he was right.

"Team end! Didn't Zhang Guan run to the front already? How could he be at the end of the team? Does he say he is chasing a lap! How much is he leading me now? 1 minute? More than 1 minute? Also There are five laps and the game is about to end. Oops. If you don’t hurry, the one-minute gap won’t catch up!"

Farah felt anxious as he thought of this. The rhythm under his feet is also a bit chaotic, and it is much faster than the normal rhythm unconsciously.

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 start running So fast, there is no physical sprint now! Well, yes, where is Zhang Guan now?"

Sebastian hiccupped and stared at the TV carefully, but couldn't find Zhang Guan.

The British are the host, and the British broadcaster will of course give priority to the British player's picture, so the lens is always aimed at Farah, and there is no tangent to others.

Sebastian was quite satisfied with the speed shown by Farah in the TV picture.

"Yes, Farah is still accelerating. If I work hard, maybe I can run within 27 minutes! I remember the Olympic record is only 27 minutes and 01 seconds! Farah won the Olympic record by 10,000 meters The champion will add another gold to our British team! Cheers!" Sebastian held up his glass of wine in celebration and drank it.

...

In this lap, Farah was always paying attention to Zhang Guan's situation. He found that Zhang Guan did not speed up.

"Zhang Guan's physical strength 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 was still running at his original speed, and Farah was already able to see Zhang Guan on the opposite track.

"Good thing, another step!"

At the 9000-meter timing point, behind Falach, six other players could keep up with his speed.

"There is the last 1,000 meters, sprint!" Farah accelerated again.

If it is placed in the past, Farah may only start to sprint in the last 800 meters, but this time, Farah chose the last sprint of 1000 meters, he will catch up with the crown 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 cheering inspired Farah even more. At this moment, he felt that he was full of power!

"Zhang Guan didn't sprint! He really didn't have the physical strength to sprint. I have a chance! The Olympic gold medal! It must be mine!" Falah suddenly burst into blood.

However, behind Farah, 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 Farah. Farah only saw that Zhang Guan did not speed up, while what Beckler saw was that Zhang Guan did not slow down!

"It's the speed just now! Zhang Guan didn't slow down, he never slowed down! It's like this at 3000 meters, at 4000 meters, at 5000 meters, at 6000 meters, 7000 meters, and 8000 meters, It’s all like this! Now that it’s over 9,000 meters, he’s still like this, at this speed! He keeps the same speed throughout! How is this possible?”

Thinking of this, Beckler's eyes showed a shock.

"To maintain the same speed throughout the whole process, that only exists in theory, it is absolutely impossible in actual competition! The human body is not a machine, and the distribution of physical strength by athletes cannot be so precise! Zhang Guan did, He is always running at the same speed. Is this guy a robot? Only a machine can control it so precisely!"

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 person who is leading, when entering the last two laps, must have a shot, and must also be accompanied by a subtitle of the last two laps to inform the audience in front of the TV that the game is left The last two laps.

"Zhang Guan is here! The last two laps are left?" Sebastian finally saw Zhang Guan's shot and also saw the subtitles with the last two laps left.

Immediately afterwards, Sebastian glanced inadvertently at the game time on the TV screen.

24 minutes and 10 seconds!

"24 minutes and 10 seconds!" Sebastian hiccupped again, then raised his head violently.

"24 minutes and 10 seconds! How is it possible!"

Zhang Guan left the final 800 meters from the end of the game, and his score at this time was 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. What does it mean.

"Zhang Guan ran 23 laps in 24 minutes and 10 seconds? If he runs at this speed..." Sebastian's mind suddenly went blank.

...

Farah was like a wild horse that ran away, rushing forward wildly, and every step forward, the distance between him and Zhang Guan would 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 incentive and a hope.

Farah also rushed across 9,200 meters.

"The last two laps!" Farah's eyes gleamed, he has never been so persistent, and the cry of the surrounding audience made Farah's state burst.

"I can refresh my personal fastest score today, surely!"

Farah began to approach Zhang Guan at a speed that he could observe, and he wanted to surpass Zhang Guan.

"Boom dong dong dong dong..."

Suddenly, a bell rang.

This is the bell that will ring when the leading athlete enters the last lap.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the finish line, where people saw Zhang Guan's figure.

The bell sounded like cold water pouring from Farah's head.

This is the bell of despair.

"Zhang Guan only has one 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 ran only 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 with Zhang Guan in the last lap, and his fire of hope was instantly destroyed.

...

Farah’s speed at this time was indeed faster than Zhang Guan’s, but the audience cheering was getting smaller and smaller. The audience had already seen that the distance between them was too big, even Farah He was desperately running, and could not catch up with Zhang Guan before the finish line.

Facing the audience at the end, there was 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 still has a long distance from Zhang Guan.

Farah is still working very hard, but this kind of effort is already in vain. Unless Zhang Guan suddenly fell to the ground before the finish line and fell down, otherwise the result of the game is doomed.

"Falah cannot catch up!"

"I didn't expect that Farah would lose the game, did the new world long-distance king 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 Olympics. The first game will be a terrible battle! This result, many people did not think of it before the game."

"It's normal to lose the game. Didn't Beckler lose one or two times when he was heyday? Farah can't reach the level of Beckler now, the key is that he lost to Zhang Guan , Which made me really unexpected."

"At the beginning of the game, Zhang Guan was left behind by a large force. I thought Zhang Guan was not eliminated. But I didn't expect that he came to a big comeback, not only rushing to the first place, but also leading so many."

"Six years ago, Zhang Guan ruled the sprint; four years ago, Zhang Guan ruled the middle distance; and today, he is going to rule the sprint! From 100 meters to 10,000 meters, such a large cross-dress can still take To the gold medal of the Olympic Games, in this world, only Zhang Guan can do it!"

...

In the voice of the people, Zhang Guan rushed to the end.

The lens has been completely aimed at 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 excitedly. Compared with the long jump gold medal recently, this 10,000-meter long-distance gold medal made Director Ma feel more To excitement.

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, good!" Director Ma generally said, looking at Zhang Guan.

Zhang Guan is still on the track, he continues to run forward...

"Director Ma, look at it!" A voice beside him suddenly shouted.

"Look what?" Director Ma didn't respond for a while.

"Look at the results! The results of the game!" The man stretched his finger to the point timing display card at the end.