Sprint champion: start standing on the Olympic field

Chapter 226 Su Feng Vs Bolt!

Nate refers to Nate Robinson, who is one of the main members of the team. This season, he averaged 17.2 points per game. In the current Knicks, this is already a good result.

The reason for asking him is that 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 remind you, once this game starts, the pace will be faster than the NBA playoffs, and there will be no back and forth tug-of-war. Don't blink." Al Harrington doesn't look down on sports other than basketball, even American football is not as gorgeous as basketball in his eyes, let alone a niche sport like the men's [-] meters.

When talking about Nate Robinson's cousin many times, Al always looked indisputable, as if black people were going to play basketball, and there was no future in doing anything else.

"Hey, come out, that's Bolt, and the yellow-skinned one behind is Su Feng."

In fact, there was no need for Robinson's introduction. The huge cheers that erupted in the audience at this time had already made the people sitting like Al stand up from their chairs.

This kind of cheering can only appear on the basketball court when someone completes a wonderful goal or intercepts.

"The one in green is Bolt? He's not tall, and the yellow-skinned one is even shorter."

This is the general thinking of everyone.

On the field at this time, Bolt was in fifth place, Su Feng was in fourth place, and the two followed everyone to the starting line.

"Bolt!"

"Su Feng!"

The huge shouts hit like a tsunami, but for Su Feng and Bolt, these are trivial matters and can be ignored completely.

At this time, the two of them only had things related to the next game in their hearts, and nothing else mattered.

Looking at Su Feng in front of him, Bolt secretly clenched his fists.

Before coming to the starting line, besides Bolt, Su Feng, Gatlin, Tyson Gay, Powell and Walter Disco, the other two are all newcomers from the United States. Athletes, eight people line up in a line before the starting line.

It was still time to prepare, and everyone was wearing long-sleeved clothes and doing simple exercises.

"Huh, Bolt." Su Feng exhaled, then relaxed his body and let his spirit relax.

Playing against Bolt is not an easy thing to do at any time, not only the memory of the past, but also the strength of the opponent at this time, it is impossible for anyone to relax.

Especially Su Feng!
After all, at this time most people in the country are watching him or waiting for his news, he can't lose.

And he is also the only person on the field who can really compete with Bolt for the championship. In this regard, his pressure is the greatest.

Of course, Bolt's situation is the same as his. Although he has regained confidence in Su Feng and is no longer anxious, his fear of Su Feng's strength has not diminished at all. Just go all out and make no mistakes.

"On your marks!" At this time, the eight athletes had already taken off their coats, finished the final warm-up and mental construction, and after hearing the prompt, they stepped onto the starting block one after another.

And the audience on the field also held their breath at the same moment, focusing all their energy on the upcoming battle.

"Set!"

"Snapped!"

"Game start!"

At the moment of the gunshot, Su Feng, who had already concentrated his mind to the extreme, reacted immediately with his brain, his powerful legs kicked back, and the starting block made a "squeak" sound under the heavy load.

At the same time, under the huge reaction, Su Feng's body immediately flew out like an arrow from the string.

"We saw that when the race started, eight people started almost at the same time. We looked at the starting reaction. No.1 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. Because of his height and long legs, he has never had such a small gap with Su Feng in terms of starting reaction, so will the result this time be different from before?"

Five meters, ten meters, at this time Su Feng's speed has increased from a standstill, even if it is only a preliminary acceleration, it gives people the feeling of being as fast as the wind.

At 20 meters and 30 meters, Su Feng and Bolt began to take the lead with their strong acceleration ability. Although it was not much, it was enough.

After 30 meters, with his chest up and his head raised, Su Feng started the acceleration phase of running on the way.

40 meters, 50 meters, 60 meters!Su Feng has reached the peak stage of his speed, and so is Bolt. If it is a match with other people, he has already begun to establish an absolute advantage at this time. He is good at the second half of the race. People can stop it.

But this is a match against Su Feng, the only different match in this world for him.

"Run!" This is the common thought of Su Feng and Bolt at this time!

As the two exerted their strength, the distance between them and the athletes behind them suddenly began to widen!This kind of transcendence in high-speed sports not only has a sharp visual impact, but also makes the audience who are deeply involved in it feel the feeling of adrenaline rush.

"Wow!" The audience on the field suddenly burst into an uproar, and with the sound, almost everyone stood up from their seats.

In the box, Al has also stood up, and opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, obviously also in surprise.

As an athlete, he can judge the speed of other people better than ordinary spectators. This is also the basic skill of basketball. Whether it is defense or offense, accurate judgment is required.

At this time, using the sidelines as a reference, he can clearly see how fast the two people are on the court. If it is a fast break on the basketball court, he may have just passed halftime, and the opponent has already reached the basket.

"Fortunately, there are no such people on the basketball court!" Al couldn't help but flashed this thought in his mind.

In the 60-meter race, once the [-]-meter pass, the race has become a battle between Su Feng and Bolt. Behind them, Gatlin and others, although they mustered their strength, still couldn't get rid of being caught by the distance. Far away from the fate.

At 70 meters, Su Feng and Porter were neck and neck.

80 meters, 90 meters, the two still maintained the highest speed, showing no sign of slowing down!
100 meters, cross the line!
"Success!" After Su Feng crossed the finish line, he ran for more than 20 meters before barely stopping his body, and then immediately raised his head to look in the direction of the big screen. Bolt's movements were exactly the same as his.

Just now when Su Feng ran past the finish line, he heard the burst of cheers from the scene, which made him even more uncertain about what the situation was now.

The gap between him and Bolt was too small just now, the two crossed the finish line almost at the same time, and it was impossible to know who would win.

Fortunately, the big screen or the referee behind them didn't make them wait any longer. Two or three seconds after the two turned their heads, the big screen showed the results of the eight players.

No.1, Su Feng, with a reaction time of 0.130 and a score of 9 seconds!

No.2, Bolt, reaction time 0.135, score 9 seconds 60!

No.3, Powell, reaction time 0.125, score 9 seconds 72!

No.4, Gatling, reaction time 0.140, score 9 seconds 75!

"I won!" There was no need to look at or care about the rest, Su Feng raised his head to the sky and roared, venting the pressure accumulated during the game to his heart's content.

Bolt stared blankly after seeing this result, then turned his head and took a deep look at Su Feng, and then walked to the corridor without looking back, and even the reporter's interview was forcefully pushed away by him.

He lost, but he refused to accept it. He had already achieved his best result, but he still lost, but he obviously had a chance to win.

"Next time, I must win back!" Bolt, who has already experienced a blow and the coach's analysis, will no longer be as excited as last time, but his competitive heart has been stimulated again. He wants to train, train, Until Su Feng is completely defeated!

"Su Feng, please take a photo with your field records!" Su Feng had already seen Bolt's back when he left the field, and he was also thinking about it, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the field staff who came up next to him. broken.

Every arena has its own record, which is also part of the heritage of each arena.

It was their honor that Su Feng equaled his own world record in this arena, so the excitement on the faces of the staff was even more obvious than that of the audience in the arena.

(End of this chapter)