"Zhang Meng" Su Feng walked over, shouted loudly, and slapped Zhang Meng on the waist with a "snap" sound.
"What?"
"Don't worry and run, trust me." After Su Feng said this, he ran towards Liu Yu before he had time to say more.
The benefits of being the 100-meter world champion were evident outside the competition. Even if he ran slowly, not even three or two steps, within twenty seconds, Su Feng was not blushing or out of breath.
came behind Liu Yu, and then Chen Zhilong.
After pausing for a while, Su Feng returned to his position, leaving behind the three of them who were covering their waists and whose eyes were getting firmer.
Returning to his own relay area, Su Feng looked at the sixth lane next to him, where the Japanese team's last batsman, Tsukahara Naoki, gradually became murderous in his eyes.
"Everyone saw that Su Feng stepped forward and said something to the other members of the Chinese team one by one, and even slapped them in the face. Maybe it was to encourage him.
Maybe Su Feng doesn't understand what the Japanese team is thinking, but as long as they are strong enough, they can just stay the same and cope with all changes.
We can see that the remaining three players of the Chinese team, Chen Zhilong, Liu Yu, and Zhang Meng, have all started their final warm-up at this time. It seems that Su Feng's words are effective. Let's take a look at their final performance."
At this time, the team leader Guo Jiangping and others are also on the sidelines because the 4×100m is the final gold medal point for the Chinese team and has a special status.
We are all veterans, and we have already made some rough guesses about the Japanese team's thoughts.
Seeing Su Feng cheering for the relay team members one by one, several coaches who were former coaches showed happy smiles.
At this point it was too late for them to think of anything else. Having such a reliable athlete on the field really saved them a lot of worry.
Chen Zhilong stood in front of the starting line, made several jumping movements on the spot, took a long breath, and then stood on the spot with his waist in his arms.
I thought that after the game just now, I would not be nervous now.
But the changes in the Japanese team's formation have brought variables to everything.
He didn't understand what the Japanese team meant, but he knew that the first opponent he had to face now was Japan's five-time 100-meter national champion and Asia's famous sprinter, Nobuharu Asahara.
Compared with Suetsugu Shingo, the pressure brought by Nobuharu Asahara on him was undoubtedly much greater.
Liu Yu's situation in the second game was similar to his, while Zhang Meng's in the third game was similar to what the Japanese coach had planned. He was very nervous when he saw the situation in the first two games, and couldn't help but guess that Chen Zhilong and Liu Yu would be pulled down.
To some extent, the belief in victory has been shaken.
If it comes to the game, the situation will most likely get worse.
The Japanese team's plan has been achieved.
However, "Believe me", Su Feng's words and his pre-match predictions played a decisive role at this time. Although the three of them were still nervous, they did not panic.
"I can't lose, I will definitely bring a gold medal back home!" Chen Zhilong said to himself secretly, and then according to the instructions on the field, his spirits gradually gathered together and he began to prepare for the start.
"On your marks!" The eight top athletes from each country stepped onto the starting block one after another.
"Dear spectators, the athletes have already stepped onto the starting block and the competition is about to begin!"
"set!"
"Snapped!"
"Game start!"
At the same time as the gunfire sounded, Chen Zhilong had almost forgotten about Nobuharu Asahara, focused on his own game, and rushed out immediately.
Athletes from other countries also reacted immediately, and then started and accelerated!
"At the beginning of the race, Chen Zhilong was very fast. Chen Zhilong was accelerating. Even Nobuharu Asahara did not distance himself from him!"
The rhythm and speed of the 100-meter race are undoubtedly the best among all kinds of sports in the world. It can be said that no other sport with the human body as the main body can compare with it. This is also the origin of its charm.
Following Yang Jian's simple explanation, Chen Zhilong had already reached a position of about thirty meters at this time. The Thai team's player was one position behind him, and Nobuharu Asahara had already opened a distance of nearly half a meter from him.
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At about thirty meters, the athletes stand up and raise their heads one after another according to their personal conditions, and enter the second stage of acceleration during the run. This is also the final acceleration stage before entering the personal highest speed stage.
At this time, the absolute strength becomes even more obvious.
Nobuharu Asahara is indeed a standout, gradually widening the distance from all the athletes behind him with his unparalleled sprinting ability.
However, Chen Zhilong has no other thoughts in his mind at this time. He is highly focused on running. In addition, his strength is already good, otherwise he would not be able to run the first leg of the Chinese team. Therefore, the Japanese coach expected
The idea of creating a distance of more than two meters through Nobuharu Asahara came to nothing.
When handing over the baton, the Chinese team was only about 1.5 meters behind the Japanese team, and the handover was successfully completed. The athletes' movements did not deform at all. This is a sign of psychological stability!
Chen Zhilong must have performed exceptionally well with this shot. It can be seen from the first shot of the Thai team, which was directly pulled away by Chen Zhilong by more than half a meter.
Sometimes things are just like this. For many people and things, the better, the better, and the worse, the worse. Most of them are caused by psychological factors.
Liu Yu was like this at this time, with Su Feng's words as his foundation, and watching Chen Zhilong's extraordinary performance, he felt a bit like he was becoming more courageous as he fought.
After firmly grasping the baton, he immediately started accelerating without any hesitation, even with a sense of anticipation.
At this time, he had already forgotten about Chaohara Xuanzhi and Susu Shenwu.
Because of the relay zone, Liu Yu's speed quickly increased to the extreme. Of course, the same was true for Sutsu Shengo.
There was still a gap between the absolute results of the two, but even though Shingo Sutsugo tried his best, he still couldn't reach the level expected by the coach before the game. At this time, Shingo Sutsutsu became panicked.
"If there is not enough distance, what about Tsukahara Naoki and Su Feng in the final fight?" Shingo Suetsugu simply didn't dare to think about that scene.
But if the mind is confused, it is naturally impossible to fully display the speed, let alone perform beyond normal performance.
"We saw that Liu Yu almost eliminated the distance gap between him and Sutsu Shingo. Every ten meters, the distance between the two was minuscule. Well done to Liu Yu. That's it, our athlete
, even if you face famous Japanese generals, you must have the courage to face the challenge without any fear, come on!"
Soon, the second leg was handed over to the third leg. At this time, the audience who understood the situation, whether they were on site or in front of the TV, were all focused.
The weakest point of the Chinese team is the third leg. For those who have watched previous games, this has almost become a consensus.
Now the gap between the Chinese team and the Japanese team is at most two meters. Whether they win or lose depends on the third team.
As for the last stick?
The audience doesn't even think about it.
The handover was successfully completed. Zhang Meng tightly held the baton in his hand and started running.
The Japanese team's Shinji Takahira and Naoki Tsukahara are almost the same in terms of strength, but they are both faster than Zhang Meng!
"I can no longer be the backbone of the Chinese team!" Looking at Shenshi Gao Ping two meters away, Zhang Meng gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart.
He also climbed up from the city team, the provincial team, and the national team step by step since he was a child.
Almost every step up, the rhythm is the same. When I first started, I had to vomit almost every day because of the sudden increase in training volume. Even if I became familiar with it later, I still had to face boring training day by day.
The only thing that supports him is his love for sprinting.
From the day he became an athlete, he dreamed of joining the national team and wearing the uniform of the Chinese team to win glory for the country.
Before joining the national team, he was always the best, and he never thought that he would become a weakness.
And now, he turns out to be the weakness!
Thinking of this, Zhang Meng's breathing suddenly became rapid, his eyes turned red, and his speed actually increased again!
The distance that had been gradually widened by Shenshi Gaoping was actually stabilized, and even tended to get closer!
"Su Feng!" At this time, Su Feng had appeared in Zhang Meng's eyes. He shouted loudly, and Zhang Meng skillfully handed the baton out.