All-round Athlete

Chapter 882

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? There is no one in front of him, nor is he on the opposite side. He must have abstained!" Farah began to speed up while thinking about it.

The race has gone on for 8,000 meters, and the players aiming 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 Bekele brothers, but not far from the tail of the main force, a tall figure came into Farah's sight.

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

"That's Zhang Guan!" Farah blinked, took another look, and finally realized that he was right.

"At the end of the line! Didn't Zhang Guan run to the front a long time ago? How could he be at the end of the line? Could it be that he is almost chasing a circle! Then how much is he ahead of me now? 1 minute? Or more than 1 minute? There are five laps and the race is coming to an end, bad, if we don’t hurry up, we won’t be able to make up the 1-minute gap!”

Thinking of this, Farah suddenly became anxious. The rhythm of his feet was also a little chaotic, unknowingly much faster than the normal rhythm.

In front of the TV, Sebastian, who was already drunk, waved his fists excitedly: "Farah started to speed up! Haha, Zhang Guan, you will be overtaken by Farah soon! Let you just start running So fast, you don’t have the physical strength to sprint now! Well, by the way, where is Zhang Guan now?”

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

The British are the hosts. Of course, the British broadcasters will give priority to the pictures of the British players, so the camera is always aimed at Farah and does not cut to others.

On the TV screen, Sebastian was quite satisfied with the speed shown by Farah.

"Yes, Farah is still accelerating. If you work hard, you may be able to run within 27 minutes! I remember that the Olympic record is only 27 minutes and 01 seconds! Farah won the 10,000 meters by breaking the Olympic record. Champion, add another gold to our British team, cheers!" Sebastian raised his glass as if celebrating ahead of time, and drank it down.

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During this lap, Farah was always paying attention to Zhang Guan's situation, and 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 doesn't speed up, I have a chance!" Farah thought to himself.

After another lap, Zhang Guan was still running at the original speed, and Farah was able to see Zhang Guan's figure on the opposite track.

"Good job, another step forward!"

At the 9000-meter timing point, behind Farah, there are six players who can keep up with his speed.

"There is still the last 1000 meters, sprint!" Farah accelerated his pace again.

In the past, Farah might start sprinting in the last 800 meters, but this time, Farah chose the last 1000 meters sprint, and he will catch up with Zhang Guan in the last two laps.

"Farah is speeding up! Is he going to sprint? Farah, come on!" As the live commentator shouted, the British audience in the surrounding stands immediately began to boil.

There are a total of 80,000 acts in the London Olympic Stadium, even if half of the British people are present, the cheers are huge. And this kind of cheers inspired Farah even more. At this moment, he felt that his whole body was full of strength!

"Zhang Guan didn't sprint! He really didn't have the energy to sprint. I have a chance! The Olympic gold medal! It must be mine!" Farah's blood boiled immediately.

However, behind Farah, three people away, the former superstar Bekele's expression was solemn. At this time, he was also paying attention to Zhang Guan, but his opinion was completely opposite to Farah's. Farah only saw that Zhang Guan did not speed up, but what Bekele saw was that Zhang Guan did not slow down!

"It's still the speed just now! Zhang Guan didn't slow down, he hasn't slowed down all the time! It was like this at 3,000 meters, 4,000 meters, 5,000 meters, 6,000 meters, 7,000 meters, and 8,000 meters. It’s all like this! It’s been 9,000 meters now, and he’s still like this, at this speed! He’s maintaining the same speed the whole time! How is this possible?”

Thinking of this, there was horror in Bekele's eyes.

"Maintaining the same speed throughout the whole process only exists in theory, and it is absolutely impossible to happen in an actual competition! The human body is not a machine, and it is impossible for an athlete to achieve such a precise distribution of physical strength! But Zhang Guan did it, He is always running at the same speed, is this guy a robot? Only a machine can control it so precisely!"

Ahead, Zhang Guan has crossed 9,200 meters, that is to say, he is still two laps away from the finish line. The broadcaster finally gave Zhang Guan a shot. After all, it is the person who is leading. When entering the last two laps, there must be a shot, and a subtitle of the last two laps must be added to inform the audience in front of the TV that there is still time left in the race. The last two laps.

"Zhang Guan is here! Are there still two last laps left?" Sebastian finally saw the camera of Zhang Guan, and at the same time saw the subtitle of the last two laps left.

Immediately afterwards, Sebastian casually glanced 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 abruptly.

"24 minutes and 10 seconds! How is it possible!" Sebatis was half sober when he settled down.

Zhang Guan is still 800 meters away from the end of the race, and his score at this time is 24 minutes and 10 seconds.

Sebastian is the chairman of the IAAF anyway, and he is very sensitive to the data of track and field events. Of course, he also understands what it means to take only 24 minutes and 10 seconds for 9200 meters.

"Zhang Guan only took 24 minutes and 10 seconds to run 23 laps? If he keeps running at this speed..." Sebastian's mind suddenly went blank.

...

Farah was like a runaway wild horse, rushing forward wildly, every step forward, the distance between him and Zhang Guan would be reduced by one point.

"Farah, sprint! Fast sprint!" The shout of the commentator seemed to be overwhelmed by the cheers at the scene. For Farah, this was a kind of encouragement and even more a kind of hope.

Farah also rushed through 9200 meters.

"The last two laps!" Farah's eyes lit up. He had never been so persistent, and the shouts of the audience around him made Farah's state burst.

"I can refresh my personal fastest result today, I will definitely do it!"

Farah began to approach Zhang Guan at a speed that could be observed by the naked eye, and he wanted to surpass Zhang Guan.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Suddenly, a bell rang.

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

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

But this bell sounded like a basin of cold water poured down Farah's head.

This is the bell of despair.

"Zhang Guan has only one lap left!" Only then did Farah notice the gap between him and Zhang Guan.

The gap between them is indeed shrinking, but in terms of distance, it is still very huge. Farah only ran one-third of the way in the penultimate lap, while Zhang Guan had already entered the journey of the last lap.

At this moment, Farah finally realized that it was impossible for him to catch up with Zhang Guan in the last lap, and his flame of hope was instantly shattered.

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The speed that Farah showed at this time was indeed faster than that of Zhang Guan, but the cheering voices of the audience were getting smaller and smaller. The audience could already see that the distance between them was really too big, even Farah He was running desperately, but he couldn't catch up with Zhang Guan before the finish line.

In the auditorium facing the finish line, there was a depressing atmosphere. Zhang Guan is getting closer and closer to the point, and is about to run into the final straight, but Farah is still far away from Zhang Guan.

Farah is still working hard, but this effort is futile, unless Zhang Guan suddenly falls to the ground before the finish line, otherwise the result of the game is doomed.

"Farah can't catch up!"

"I didn't expect that Farah would lose the game. Did the new world long-distance running king just lose like this?"

"The king of long-distance running in the world, and it is still a local competition, and it is such an important event as the Olympic Games. The first race is crushed! This result, many people did not expect it before the competition."

"It's normal to lose the game. Didn't Bekele lose once or twice in his heyday? Farah is still not at the level of Bekele. The key is that he lost to Zhang Guan. , which really surprised me.”

"At the beginning of the game, Zhang Guan was left behind by the big team. I thought Zhang Guan hadn't been eliminated, but I didn't expect him to make a big comeback. He not only rushed to the first place, but also led by so much. many."

"Six years ago, Zhang Guan ruled the sprint; four years ago, Zhang Guan ruled the mid-distance running; and today, he wants to rule the long-distance running! From 100 meters to 10,000 meters, such a large cross-body can still take From the Olympic gold medal, in this world, only Zhang Guan can do it!"

...

Amidst the people's discussion, Zhang Guan rushed to the finish line.

The camera was completely aimed at Zhang Guan, and under the eyes of everyone, Zhang Guan crossed the finish line.

"We won! We won! Oh..." Director Ma, the leader of the track and field team, roared excitedly. Compared with the gold medal in the long jump not long ago, this gold medal in the 10,000-meter long-distance race made Director Ma feel better. to excitement.

The Olympic gold medal in the long jump has already won one in the last session. But 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 job!" Director Ma said generally, while looking at Zhang Guan.

But Zhang Guan is still on the runway, he is still running forward...

"Director Ma, look quickly!" A voice next to him suddenly yelled.

"What are you looking at?" Director Ma didn't react for a while.

"Look at the results! The results of the competition!" The man pointed to the timing display board at the finish line.

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