Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 733 Eat farts behind me!
"...Huff...Huff..."

Abeloa couldn't help but still 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.

Since the starting gun was fired, he and Raul have been closely following Lee Polo's pace, wanting 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 will definitely not be able to persevere until the end, right, Old Wu?"

He turned to look at his companion, seeking some comfort.

But Raul's face was very ugly.

The former Real Madrid captain pursed his lips and said with great difficulty:
"He hasn't tried his best yet!"

Abeloya's footsteps were chaotic, and he tripped himself on all fours!

[I can't even eat his fart, and you actually told me that he hasn't tried his best yet? 】

[Negative emotions from Álvaro Arbeloa, +444! 】
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Like most marathons, the track of this race runs through the main area of ​​the city, and you can see most of the iconic buildings and scenery of the Spanish capital along the way.

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

In front of him, there are two pilot cars to ensure that the players will not run in the wrong direction because they are indulging in the beautiful scenery...

This means that he is now in the first echelon.

So he looked around and found that within 20 meters of himself, there was no companion at all!
He formed the first echelon alone!
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15 minutes.

"That number 9527...is he an idiot?"

"Do your best in the first half?"

Seeing Li Polo running faster and further away, Kipkemoi Kiprono, a famous track and field athlete from Kenya, couldn't help but complain.

As a professional athlete who supported a family by relying on marathons, Kipnuno has traveled all over the world.

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

If there is a marathon in Antarctica, he will fly there to compete with those penguins!
This is not the first time he has come to Madrid, so he knows the track conditions here very well. In fact, on April 4, he will come to Madrid again to participate in the annual Madrid Rock Marathon. Earn a bonus.

On the track in Madrid, there is a big difference in terrain between the front and back half. The first half is almost 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 run with all your strength!"

"I will completely overtake you in the second half!"

Kipnuno let out a sneer in his heart, watching Li Polo's back disappear from sight.
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44 minutes.

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

He didn't take a big gulp of water, but 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 4 degrees, and the sunshine in Madrid is too warm. For marathon runners, it is a little too hot.

[Already entered the downhill track! 】

Throwing away the empty bottle in his hand, he looked forward.

[This is a straight track, and it is also the best time for me to catch up with that guy! 】

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

[Today... I have every hope of breaking through for 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 who maintained order, he couldn't see any figure at all!
[No 9527! 】

【How could he throw me so far away? 】

His heart trembled violently:
【Do not!impossible! 】

[It must be that my eyesight has deteriorated, and I can't see his back clearly! 】

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

He just made an excuse for himself, but he didn't dare to think about it further:
[Even if you have poor eyesight and can't see people clearly, how could those two such obvious pilot cars be ignored? 】
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53 minutes.

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

He could no longer deceive himself, and his mentality finally collapsed!
[That bastard... is really so much more than me? 】

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

[I've been in the marathon world for so many years, and I've never seen such a monster! 】

【Where did this guy... come from? 】

[Negative emotions from Kipnuno, +1639! 】
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At this moment, the camera of the Spanish TV station was firmly focused on a figure.

On his back, there is a competition number printed:
"09527"!
"Lee 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 trembling:

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

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

Before he finished his nonsense, Li Poluo had already crossed the finish line!

The staff on both sides of the finish line let out a collective exclamation:
"HALA!"

No wonder they lost their composure. The electronic timer next to them popped up Lee Polo's results:
"54 minutes and 45 seconds!"

The newcomer who participated in the marathon for the first time improved the world record by 3 minutes and 33 seconds! -
60 minutes.

"Ha...wheeze..."

Kipnuno finally saw the point, his physical fitness was almost overdrawn.

As a professional player, he has rich experience in physical distribution, so he would not have been so embarrassed.

But the straight line sprint earlier disrupted his plan and consumed a lot of physical energy ahead of time.

"Whoosh~~"

He crossed the finish line, but there was no joy in his heart, but full of frustration.

60 minutes and 42 seconds!
This result is already my best result in the past three years!
But... On the electronic screen in front, the number starting with "5" made his vision blur!
54 minutes and 45 seconds!
[This guy... is 6 minutes faster than me? ! 】

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

[Negative emotions from Kipnuno, +4004! 】
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"The winner of this year's Madrid Half Marathon is..."

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

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

Raul, who stood under the stage, received a commemorative medal of his own.

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

Today's Lord of the Rings has surpassed itself, with a score of 1 hour and 21 minutes, which is a full 3 minutes higher than the previous game.

But...he turned his head to look at the young man on the podium, but couldn't help but want to smash his medal!
He gritted his molars and spat out a word viciously:
"Monster!"

Alberoya beside him was even more speechless.

[Sure enough, this guy...he is a devil! 】

[Negative sentiment from Raul Gonzalez, +748!]

[Alberoya, +1286! 】

[4233 contestants at the scene, +188! 】

[Citizens of Madrid, +627! 】

[The whole of Spain, +4384! 】

Feeling the energy frantically pouring into his body, Li Polo showed an intoxicated smile.

[Sure enough, I already said that! 】

[Madrid, this is my home stadium! 】

(End of this chapter)