Nate refers to Nate Robinson, one of the main members of the team. He averaged 17.2 points per game this season. In the current Knicks, this is already a good result.
The main reason why I asked him was because Nate Robinson has a cousin who is a men's 100-meter athlete, and he knows these things best.
"It's coming out soon, Al, don't say I didn't warn you, once this game starts, the pace is faster than the NBA playoffs, and there is no back-and-forth tug-of-war, it's just one game that determines the outcome, and it can change a thousand times in a while
Don't blink." Al Harrington looked down upon sports other than basketball. Even American football was not as gorgeous as basketball in his eyes, let alone niche sports like the men's 100 meters.
When talking about Nate Robinson's cousin many times, Al always looked angry, as if black people only wanted to play basketball and had no future in anything else.
"Hey, come out, that's Bolt, and the yellow-skinned one behind is Su Feng."
In fact, Robinson didn't need to introduce it. The huge cheers from the whole audience had already made Al and other people sitting stand up from their chairs.
This kind of cheering only appears on the basketball court when someone makes a wonderful goal or interception.
"The one in green clothes is Bolt? He's not tall, and the one with yellow skin is even shorter."
This is a common thought among people.
On the field at this time, Bolt was in fifth place and Su Feng was in fourth place. The two followed everyone to the starting line.
"Bolt!"
"Su Feng!"
The huge shouts came like a tsunami, but to Su Feng and Bolt, these were all trivial and could be ignored completely.
At this time, the two of them only had things related to the next game in mind, and nothing else mattered.
Bolt looked at Su Feng in front of him and secretly clenched his fists.
Arriving at the starting line, the eight athletes this time, in addition to Bolt, Su Feng, Gatlin, Tyson Gay, Powell, several famous players, and Walter Disco, the other two are all newcomers to the United States.
Athletes, eight of them, lined up in a line in front of the starting line.
It was still preparation time. Everyone was wearing long-sleeved clothes and doing simple exercises.
"Huh, Bolt." Su Feng breathed out, then relaxed his body and let his mind relax.
Playing against Bolt is never an easy thing to do at any time. Not only the memories of the past, but also the strength of the opponent at this time cannot make anyone relax.
Especially Su Feng!
After all, most people in the country are watching him at this time, or waiting for news from him, and he cannot lose.
And he is also the only person on the field who can truly compete with Bolt for the championship. From this point of view, he is under the greatest pressure.
Of course, Bolt's situation is the same as his. Although he has regained his confidence in Su Feng and is no longer anxious, his fear of Su Feng's strength has not diminished at all. When Su Feng is on the court, he must start from the sound of the gun.
Just go all out and make no mistakes.
"On your marks!" The eight athletes had all taken off their coats at this time and had done the final warm-up and mental preparation. After hearing the prompt, they stepped onto the starting block one after another.
The audience on the field also held their breath at this moment, focusing all their energy on the battle that was about to begin.
"set!"
"Crack!"
"The game begins!"
At the moment of the gunshot, Su Feng, who had concentrated to the extreme, reacted immediately with his brain. He kicked back with his powerful legs, and the starting block made a "squeaking" sound after bearing too much weight.
At the same time, Su Feng's body immediately flew out like an arrow from a string under the huge reaction.
"We saw that at the start of the race, eight people started almost at the same time. We looked at the starting reaction. The first place was Powell at 0.125 seconds, the second was Su Feng at 0.130 seconds, and Bolt was at 0.135 seconds. This starting reaction is very important for Bolt.
This is a huge benefit for him. Due to his height and long legs, he has never had such a small gap with Su Feng in starting reaction. Will the result this time be different from before?"
Five meters, ten meters. At this time, Su Feng's speed has increased from rest. Even if it is only the initial acceleration, it still feels as fast as the wind.
At twenty or thirty meters, Su Feng and Bolt began to gain a lead with their strong acceleration capabilities. Although it was not much, it was enough.
Thirty meters later, with his chest raised and his head raised, Su Feng began the acceleration phase of running.
Forty meters, fifty meters, sixty meters! Su Feng has reached the peak stage of his speed, and the same is true for Bolt. If it is a competition with others, he has begun to establish an absolute advantage at this time, and is good at rear
Once he reaches his peak speed in the middle of the race, no one can stop him.
But this is the game with Su Feng. To him, it is the only different game in the world.
"Run!" This was the common thought of Su Feng and Bolt at this time!
As the two exerted force, the distance between them and the athletes behind them suddenly began to widen! This kind of overtaking in high-speed movement not only has a sharp visual impact, but also makes the audience caught up in it feel the adrenaline surge.
"Wow!" The audience suddenly burst into an uproar, and with the sound, almost everyone stood up from their seats.
In the box, Al had also stood up and opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth. He was obviously also surprised.
As an athlete, he can judge the speed of other people better than ordinary spectators. This is also a basic skill of basketball. Whether it is defense or offense, accurate judgment is required.
At this time, using the sidelines as a reference, he could clearly see how fast the two people on the court were. If it was a fast break on the basketball court, he might have just passed half-court when the opponent had already reached the basket.
"Fortunately there are no such people on the basketball court!" This thought flashed through Al's mind.
On the 100-meter track, once the sixty meters passed, the game had become a battle between Su Feng and Bolt. Gatlin and others behind them, although they mustered up their strength, still couldn't get rid of being beaten.
A fate far away.
Seventy meters away, Su Feng and Bolt were neck and neck.
Eighty meters, ninety meters, the two of them still maintained the top speed, showing no signs of slowing down!
One hundred meters, crossing the line!
"Results!" After Su Feng crossed the finish line, he ran for more than 20 meters before barely stopping his body. Then he immediately looked up in the direction of the big screen. Bolt's movements were exactly the same as his.
When Su Feng crossed the finish line just now, he heard cheers erupting from the scene, which made him even more uncertain about what was going on now.
The gap between him and Bolt was too small just now. The two crossed the line almost at the same time, and it was impossible to know who won.
Fortunately, the big screen or the referee behind them did not make them wait any longer. Two or three seconds after the two turned back, the results of the eight people were already displayed on the big screen.
First place, Su Feng, reaction time 0.130, score 9 seconds 59!
Second place, Bolt, reaction time 0.135, score 9 seconds 60!
Third place, Powell, reaction time 0.125, score 9 seconds 72!
Fourth place, Gatlin, reaction time 0.140, score 9 seconds 75!
"I won!" There was no need to look at or care about the rest. Su Feng looked up to the sky and roared, venting the pressure accumulated during the game.
Bolt's eyes froze for a moment after seeing this result, then he turned his head and took a deep look at Su Feng, and then walked towards the corridor without looking back. Even the reporter's interview was forcefully pushed away by him.
He lost, but he refused to accept it. He had already run his best result, but he still lost, but he clearly had a chance to win.
"Next time, I must win it back!" Bolt, who has already experienced a blow and coach's analysis, will not be as excited as last time, but his competitive heart is stimulated again. He wants to train, train,
Until he completely defeats Su Feng!
"Su Feng, please take a photo with your track record!" Su Feng had already seen Bolt's back when he left the field, and he was thoughtful in his heart, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the field staff who came up next to him.
break.
Every arena has its own records, which are also part of the heritage of each arena.
Su Feng ran a time that equaled his own world record in this competition, which was naturally an honor for them, so the excitement on the faces of the staff was even more obvious than that of the audience at the stadium.