Almighty Coach

"At the World Athletics Championships trials that ended today, 'Blade Warrior' Baron Philip, who participated in the able-bodied competition for the first time, won the second place in the group in the 400-meter preliminaries and successfully advanced to tomorrow's final."

Accompanied by the sweet voice of the newscaster, a picture of Philip running appeared on the upper right corner of the TV.

This is a very short piece of sports news, only such a simple sentence, and a photo that is not very clear, not even a 1-second video clip.

The time of live TV broadcast is very precious. There are so many sports games in the United States, and there is no need to worry about the lack of exciting content. Compared with this, the common people obviously lack interest in such things as sports news. Sports news is just a result. There is no tension. The exciting game process looks good, so sports news on TV is always as simple as possible, and broadcasting games is the kingly way to increase ratings.

As for online media, they are not so stingy with the layout. Text, pictures, and even a few minutes of video are just a piece of data stored in the server. They don't need to pursue excellence like TV media, but the more content the better.

The matter of Philip's promotion to the final was crazily fermented on the Internet. The United States is a country that advocates individual heroism. Superman, Captain America, Iron Man and the like have been loved by generations of Americans. In the eyes of the general public, Philip obviously became a "broken leg man".

It was a novel thing for a person with both feet to be amputated to compete with able-bodied people, not to mention that Philip made it to the finals by relying on his own strength.

Being a disabled person already has extra sympathy points. In any country, this kind of self-improvement disabled person will be regarded as a role model.

Normal people with able-bodied limbs may only give sympathy and applause to Philip, but disabled people with physical disabilities will identify with Philip more, and they will regard Philip as an idol.

When Philip appeared in the final, it immediately aroused the most enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"Blade! Blade! Blade!"

The crowd shouted neatly, and some people held huge slogans, or held up photos of Philip, and kept waving them in the stands. Before the game even started, the audience was already boiling ahead of time, cheering and shouting for Philip.

Philip simply sat and warmed up, raised his legs, stretched his waist, and seemed a little nervous. Even when the on-site commentator announced his name and the camera lens showed him a close-up, he just smiled shyly laugh.

However, when Philip's smile appeared on the big screen, the strongest cheers resounded from above the stadium!

Philip was slightly taken aback. He had never felt so much applause, never felt so much cheers. At this moment, Philip suddenly felt that he was surrounded by happiness.

"Are these applause, these cheers, all for me?" Philip looked around, he saw someone holding up his own photo, someone holding a big slogan, subconsciously, Philip raised his hands above his head, facing Waved around to pay tribute to those who supported him.

"They have recognized me!" Philip suddenly realized this.

A sore feeling came from the tip of Philip's nose, and tears swirled in his eyes uncontrollably. He needed this feeling of being recognized by others so much!

Philip looked around.

In the stands ahead, a young man in a wheelchair was shouting crazily;

At the far end of the stands behind him, a man carried a slogan of "Blade Warrior" with a cane;

And in the first row of the stands closest to him, a thin red-haired man was looking at Philip expectantly.

"That's Johnny!" Philip recognized this man. He was Philip's comrade-in-arms, a former army sergeant Johnny. After returning home, he became addicted to drugs and became a homeless tramp.

Johnny also noticed that Philip saw him. He smiled at Philip, and at the same time stretched out his hand, giving Philip a thumbs up, giving him encouragement.

Also at this moment, Philip suddenly felt that he seemed to have a sense of mission, not heavy, but full of hope.

"I finally understand the meaning of my running! It's not to gain the approval of others, not to get equal respect, but to tell those who have fallen into a low ebb, don't give up hope in life!"

Philip looked down at the pair of prosthetics that had accompanied him for many years. Although he lost his feet, he never lost hope in life.

Philip's eyes suddenly became clear. He had a goal, and a very clear goal supported him to continue running.

He made preparations before starting and waited for the instruction to start.

...

The gunshot sounded, and Philip rushed out of the starting line like a fast horse that had run loose.

"Huh?" Dai Li on the sidelines could not help but make a slight questioning sound. He was the first to feel that something had changed in Philip.

Dai Li and Philip had been together for a long time, and they already knew Philip very well. But at this time, Dai Li saw something in Philip that he had never seen before.

Dai Li could tell that Philip was very focused and resilient at this time, but Dai Li couldn't describe Philip's changes in words.

This is belief, which cannot be simply described in words, but it can bring people the courage and unyielding spirit to move forward.

As Philip ran, the stands he passed would always erupt with the strongest voices. People shouted "Blade Warrior", and everyone couldn't help staring at him. He deservedly became the focus of the audience.

...

In the main stand, USA Athletic Association CEO Williams sat in the middle, maintaining a calm posture.

However, the crazy shouts around him kept stirring Williams' heart.

He looked at the track, at the footless athlete running on a pair of prosthetics.

"Blade Warrior..." Williams repeated the name silently, and an inexplicable emotion arose in his heart.

"He lost his feet, but he is running hard. What a strong belief it takes to support him to do this!" Williams took a breath with some emotion, and he had already rejected it in his heart. Perth's view.

"If he just wants to use the competition to gain fame, he doesn't have to go to this level at all. This 'Blade Warrior' is running for the ideal..." Williams suddenly felt that it might be a good idea for Philip to participate in the competition. a right thing to do.

...

In the second half of the race, everyone else's speed dropped, but Philip's advantage began to play out. His speed didn't drop, but was vaguely faster.

Dai Li quickly glanced at the stopwatch in his hand, and he realized that today's Philip was much faster than normal.

"Did he perform at a super level!" Dai Li thought of this, but he didn't know what kind of encouragement Philip received to show such a good state.

"Perhaps, he was originally a competitive player. In a formal competition, the pressure from all directions will allow him to show more potential." Dai Li glanced at his hands while thinking stopwatch.

"The top three have fun!"

...

The curve stage from 200 meters to 300 meters is an unbearable torment for athletes, but Philip has gained a lot of advantages at this stage.

In the blink of an eye, the contestants will rush out of the corner and enter the final sprint.

"Entering the final straight, Brown is leading, behind him is Andre, and behind him is Francisco, oh, the blade fighter is catching up! He is closely behind Franceco, can he overtake?"

The commentator's hasty voice sounded, and the audience in the stands couldn't help standing up.

The number one Brown, the strongest 400-meter runner in the United States, has already won the gold medals of the Olympic Games and the World Championships, and his dominance in the 400-meter event is unshakable. For him, running into 44 It is very common to win within a second, and there is no suspense in winning this kind of competition.

Andre, who is ranked second, is also an athlete who often runs within 44 seconds. He is known as Brown's successor. In terms of strength, he is indeed second only to Brown and a level stronger than others. It's no problem getting second place in the end.

The key is the third place competition, which is related to the last ticket for the 400-meter sprint World Championships.

At this moment, the third player, Francisco, already felt that someone was approaching him. Looking out of the corner of his eye, Francisco recognized that the man was Philip.

"It's the 'Blade Warrior' from Los Angeles! I never expected that it was him who was following me, chasing me and trying to overtake me! It turned out to be someone who didn't even have feet! So, I even Can't lose!"

Francisco didn't want to lose to Philip, it was not just for winning or losing, and it wasn't just for the tickets to the World Championships, but more importantly, it was about the dignity of an athlete. He can be defeated, but he doesn't want to be defeated by a disabled person!

Francisco looked forward, about 50 meters away from the finish line.

"Fight it!" Francisco put all his strength on his legs, and he tried hard to take a bigger step, to make the step frequency faster, and to work harder The purpose of kicking the ground is just to open up some gaps.

However, Philip did not give him such an opportunity. While Francisco was exerting strength, Philip was also exerting strength.

The cheers around have reached their peak. I don't know how many people have shouted hoarsely, but they are still shouting with their mouths open. These voices are mixed with the sound of air flowing into Philip's ears, but they seem to be urging the battle. Drums.

Philip was sprinting, less than 40 meters away from the finish line, but he still couldn't catch up with Francisco.

Franceco is insisting, he shows no signs of slowing down.

Entering the last 30 meters, the two are still one in front and one behind, and the game may be about to end in this state.

"Is it really impossible to pass?" Philip began to feel anxious in his heart. He had tried his best to sprint, but he couldn't catch up with Francisco in front.

"No, we haven't reached the end yet, so we can't give up! This is a game, but also life, and there will be hope! Persevere, there will be hope!"

With this belief, Philip entered the last twenty meters.

At this moment, Francisco slowed down, he had exhausted the last energy in his body.

The feeling of fatigue, like the darkness of the polar night, invaded, and then stayed for a long time, refusing to leave. Francisco only felt as if he had lost control of his legs. However, the belief in his mind made him instinctively take a step forward and move on.

"Come on, it's still a little short, the last 20 meters is still short, hold on!"

Francisco still didn't give up the fight, he was still cheering himself on, but his sober mind couldn't stop his legs from gradually slowing down.

Meanwhile Philip was at his side at last, and he was abreast of him.

"Overtaken!" Franceco realized.

"I can't lose, I will never lose to a disabled person!" Francisco gritted his teeth. At this moment, he once again regained control of his legs, and then burst out with all his strength and rushed to the finish line .

There are still ten meters left, and the next second will be the moment of victory!

...

"I caught up with him!" Philip could feel that he was running side by side with Francisco, and he also knew that in the next second, they would reach the finish line.

"I will win!" Philip began to lean forward, and he made a move to cross the line.

This movement was very difficult for Philip, because he was wearing a prosthetic leg, and he had no ankle to bend; because his prosthetic leg was fixed on the knee, his knee could not bend freely; the pair of leopard blades moved It is impossible for prosthetics to provide perfect support to the human body like human feet. So the same movement of crossing the line means that Philip cannot maintain the center of gravity of the body and ensure the balance of the body like a normal person.

He also gave up his physical balance.

He has only one belief, and that is to cross that finish line first.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, Philip, like a dolphin jumping out of the sea, rushed forward.

He was really flying, his prosthetic limb had already left the ground, and under the leadership of strong inertia, he flew across the finish line, and then his whole body fell to the ground fiercely. Then it slid forward against the ground, and the hard carbon fiber prosthetic leg made a clear mark on the plastic track.

The cheers around stopped abruptly. The scene just now was too fast. Even the people closest to the finish line couldn't see clearly. Philip and Francisco, who crossed the finish line first, everyone They all looked at the big screen anxiously, waiting for the final answer from the camera interpretation system at the finish line.

"Did I win?" Philip didn't get up from the ground, and fell directly on the ground at that speed, which made him feel like his bones were about to fall apart. He could only turn his head and look at the big crowd next to the arena. Screen.

On the big screen, a still image of the scene just now was finally shown. The person who crossed the finish line first had a black scimitar-like prosthesis on his raised leg, which was particularly conspicuous.

"I won!"