The biggest fanatic in football

Chapter 733 Eat farts behind me!

"...Huu...huchi..."

Arbeloa couldn't help but opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and then spit it out heavily.

He raised his head and glanced ahead, but he could no longer see the vigorous figure.

Ever since the starting gun sounded, he and Raul had been following Lee Polo's footsteps, trying to prove to this guy how ridiculous his previous remarks were!

But... after only running for 5 minutes, the two of them couldn't keep up with their opponents!

"How can you sprint with all your strength from the beginning?"

"If he keeps running like this, he definitely won't be able to survive until the end, right, Lao Wu?"

He turned to look at his companion, trying to find some comfort.

But Raul's face looked very ugly.

The former Real Madrid captain pursed his lips and said with great difficulty:

"He hasn't used all his strength yet!"

Arbeloa's steps were messed up, and he suddenly tripped over!

[I can’t even eat his shit, and you’re actually telling me that he hasn’t tried his best yet?]

[Negative sentiment from Alvaro Arbeloa, +444!]

-

Like most marathons, the course of this race runs through the main areas of the city, and along the way you can see most of the landmark buildings and scenery of the Spanish capital.

While Li Polo was admiring the beautiful scenery, he moved his legs forward. It was also a spiritual cleansing and physical enjoyment.

In front of him are two pilot cars to ensure that the contestants will not run in the wrong direction due to being obsessed with the beautiful scenery...

This means that he is now in the first echelon.

So he looked around and found that there was no companion within 20 meters of him!

He alone formed the first echelon!

-

15th minute.

"That number 9527...is he a fool?"

"Do your best in the first half?"

Seeing Li Polo running faster and farther, Kipkemoi Kiprono, a track and field star from Kenya, couldn't help but complain.

As a professional runner who supports his family through marathons, Kipnuno has traveled all over the world.

Whether in Europe, Africa, Asia, North and South America, or Oceania, he has left his footprints.

If there was a marathon in Antarctica, he would definitely fly there and compete with those penguins!

This is not the first time he has come to Madrid, so he is very familiar with the track conditions here. In fact, on April 27, he will come to Madrid again to participate in the annual Madrid Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon.

Earn a bonus.

The terrain of the Madrid track is very different in the front and rear half. The first half is almost all uphill, while the second half is completely opposite.

If you consume too much physical energy at the beginning of the game, your legs may not be able to keep up with the rhythm when you need to sprint!

"Just keep running with all your strength!"

"I will completely surpass you in the second half of the race!"

Kipnuno sneered in his heart and watched Li Polo's back disappear from sight.

-

44th minute.

Kipnuno, who had finished two-thirds of the course, took a bottle of water from the table outside the track.

He didn't take a big gulp of water, he just took a sip to moisten his throat, and then poured the remaining mineral water on his head.

It is now early April, the temperature has exceeded 20 degrees, and the sunshine in Madrid is too warm. It is slightly too hot for marathon runners.

【Has entered the downhill track!】

He threw away the empty bottle in his hand and looked ahead.

[This is a straight track, and it’s also my best chance to catch up with that guy!]

[The first two-thirds only took 44 minutes, and the last one-third was almost all downhill, no more than 20 minutes at most!]

【Today...I have every hope of breaking through an hour!】

One minute later, Kipnuno accelerated on the straight road, but he found in despair:

On this road with a wide view and no obstacles, except for a few staff members maintaining order, he could not see a single person at all!

【No 9527!】

【How could he leave me so far away?】

His heart was pounding:

【No! Impossible!】

[It must be because my eyesight has declined and I can’t see his back clearly!]

[After all...a human figure is a very tiny thing three kilometers away!]

He just made an excuse for himself, but he didn't dare to think about it further:

[Even if your eyesight is bad and you can’t see the figures clearly, how could those two such obvious pilot cars be ignored? 】

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53rd minute.

Kipnuno ran the 3-kilometer straight track almost at full speed, but he still didn't see the back of 9527.

He could no longer deceive himself, and his mentality finally collapsed!

[That bastard...really that much better than me?]

[There are only the last 3 kilometers left, but I still can’t see his shadow!]

[In all my years of traveling around the marathon world, I have never seen such a monster! 】

【Where did this guy... come from?】

【Negative sentiment from Kipnuno, +1639!】

-

At this moment, the Spanish TV camera was firmly focused on a figure.

On his back, there is a competition number printed:

"09527"!

"Li Polo is less than 200 meters away from the key point, and the championship medal is close at hand..."

The commentator's voice couldn't help but tremble:

"At this time, his nearest opponent is still 3 kilometers away!"

"If nothing happens, he will break the world record for half marathon..."

Before he finished talking nonsense, Li Polo had already crossed the finish line!

The staff guarding both sides of the finish line collectively exclaimed:

"HALA!"

It’s no wonder they were so gaffe-like. The electronic timer next to them popped up with Lee Polo’s score:

"54 minutes and 45 seconds!"

A newcomer who ran a marathon for the first time improved the world record by 3 minutes and 33 seconds! -

60th minute.

"Ha...huchi..."

Kipnuno finally saw the point. His physical strength was almost exhausted.

As a professional player, he has rich experience in physical distribution, and he would not be in such a mess originally.

But the straight-line sprint before had disrupted his plan and consumed a lot of physical energy in advance.

"Whoosh~~"

He crossed the finish line, but there was no joy in his heart. Instead, he was filled with frustration.

60 minutes and 42 seconds!

This result is already my best result in the past three years!

But... on the electronic screen at the front, the number starting with the word "5" made his eyes dazzled!

54 minutes and 45 seconds!

[This guy... was 6 minutes faster than me?!]

[No wonder...I couldn't see his back at all on the straight track!]

[Negative sentiment from Kipnuno, +4004!]

-

"The winner of this Madrid Half Marathon is..."

"...Lee~~~Polo from England!"

"He broke the previous world record, let us congratulate him!"

Raul, standing in the audience, received a commemorative medal of his own.

He looked at the plastic medal in his hand with mixed feelings in his heart.

Today's Lord of the Rings surpassed itself, with a time of 1 hour and 21 minutes, a full 3 minutes higher than the previous one.

But... he turned around and looked at the young man on the podium, but he couldn't help but want to smash his medal!

He gritted his back molars and spit out one word fiercely:

"Monster!"

Arbeloa next to him was even speechless.

【Sure enough, this guy...he is the devil!】

[Negative sentiment from Raul Gonzalez, +748!]

【Abeloa,+1286!】

【4233 contestants on site, +1.887456!】

【Madrid citizens, +6.271548!】

【Spain as a whole, +43.840096!】

Feeling the crazy energy pouring into his body, Li Polo showed an intoxicating smile.

【Sure enough, I already said it!】

【Madrid, this is my home court!】

(End of chapter)