Sprint: This champion is a bit weird

Chapter 219 I hope that when I wake up, you will become the world champion

"The results of the second group of the semi-finals came out. Hu Kai ran 10 seconds 17 and ranked fifth in the group. Slovenia's Osovnikal completed a decisive victory over him in the last 10 meters. 』

"He sighed, then raised his head and smiled. Probably because he felt sorry for the result that he could not go further, and at the same time he was happy for his junior brother Wen Hao who had already entered the finals. 』

"Although I didn't get a ticket to advance to the finals, there is no need to be discouraged or sad, because based on the final results of the two groups, 10 seconds 17 can also be ranked tenth. Hu Kai - you are good! 』

In the live broadcast on the TV, the results of the two groups in the men's 100-meter semifinals have been combined and arranged.

In the second group of the just-concluded semi-finals, Asafa Powell won the first place in the group with a time of 9 seconds. The second place was Derek Atkins in 98 seconds. The third place was the British star. Marlon Devonish.

Slovenian player Osovnikal beat Hu Kai in the last 10 meters, his time was 10 seconds.

After gathering his mood, Hu Kai followed the large troops and left the field, while Wen Hao's men's 100-meter journey to the World Championships was still continuing.
In the lounge, after simply wiping off the sweat on his body with a wet towel, Wen Hao lay down on the stretcher bed, and masseur Wang Yonglin immediately started massaging him to relax him.

Li Qingze took a bottle of special energy drink with a straw inserted, walked to the bedside and handed it to Wen Hao's mouth and asked: "In my opinion, running 9 seconds 92 in the semi-finals is unnecessary. The weather in Osaka is too hot. , your gun's 9 seconds and 92 consumes far more energy than usual."

Wen Hao sipped the drink in small sips, feeling that what Li Qing said was indeed reasonable.

It is already 20:30 in the evening, but the temperature in Osaka is still high, always staying above ℃.

The advantage of high temperature is that you don’t need to worry about keeping warm, and it can have a multiplier effect on the warm-up activation before the game.

But the disadvantage is that high temperature environment can easily consume the body's water, and the physical strength will also be lost in the process, and it can easily slow down the brain's thinking.

"But with the energy you had before the race, you can't control your performance by just trying to control it, haha." Li Qing smiled, and after Wen Hao drank half a bottle of water, he peeled another banana and fed it into his mouth.

"It's okay. We've already run away anyway. There's no turning back when we shoot. The next thing we have to do is prepare for the finals."

That's what he said, but Li Qing himself was a little nervous.

Without him, although his coaching resume is quite rich, it is the first time he has trained disciples who can reach the World Series finals.

During the 1987 World Championships in Rome, although Li Qing also experienced the Chinese men's relay team all the way to the finals, at that time he was only an assistant coach and could only do some chores from beginning to end.

Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the details of the preparations for the Chinese relay team have long been forgotten. What's more, a relay is a relay and a 20 meters is a meters. How can the experience of different events be compared?

Fortunately, in the past two years, based on the "big competition" experience of the Universiade and the Doha Asian Games, coupled with the relevant knowledge reserves over the years, Li Qing will not be let down at such an important moment.

In fact, there is no need to do anything special during these two hours or so.

It's nothing more than a massage to relax the muscles, eating something and drinking some water to replenish energy, and emphasizing the key technical details that may affect the outcome.
In addition, normal warm-up, check-in, waiting, and taking the stage are enough.

Countless days and nights of sweating, honing technical details, and accumulating experience in one event after another are just for this final touch.

Just let nature take its course.

I don't know whether Master Wang's strength was too soothing, or the hot weather made people drowsy. Wen Hao gradually closed his heavy eyelids, and after a while he snored lightly.

Not two minutes after he fell asleep, Feng Shuyong and other national team leaders suddenly paid a visit. Before they started to say anything, Li Qing gestured to invite them outside the lounge.

Feng Shuyong probed his head, took a closer look into the lounge, and then laughed in a low voice: "This kid can actually fall asleep at this time. I really don't know what to say about him."

Yu Weili echoed: "Being able to fall asleep means that he maintains a good state of mind. If it were someone else, if he wasn't so nervous that his heart was pounding at this time, that would be considered good."

Wen Hao's performance tonight was completely different from Liu Xiang's at the Athens Olympics two years ago.

Liu Xiang was very dull that day. He, who was always lively and cheerful, only said a few words to Sun Haixi from the time he warmed up until he reported to the inspection office.

But on the final stage, just by seeing his fierce eyes, Feng Shuyong and others knew that something good was going to happen.

As for Wen Hao's current state, they don't know yet, but it's not easy to disturb his rest at this time.

Anyway, it has come to this point, and it is useless to talk more. It is better to give him all the room to play.

Let him roam around in this world!
In another lounge not far away, after a busy session, the Jamaican team doctor finally completed a massage for Asafa Powell.

It's just that it's completely different from Wen Hao's behavior. He has been sweating on his forehead, his brows are slightly frowned, and his whole look is worried.

Seeing this scene, his agent Paul Doyle couldn't sit still and winked at the coach Steve Francis next to him.

Steve Francis sighed silently, paused and said, "Asafa, are you scared?"

If he heard this sentence on a normal day, Powell would be surprised for two seconds, then respond with a smile, and the expression on his face would be quite relaxed.

As for now, after Asafa Powell heard the coach's question, he pursed his lips and remained silent for two seconds, raised his hands to touch his face twice, and then lay back and looked at the ceiling. "have no idea."

"do not know?"

"Yes, coach, I don't know." He said without any emotion. "I don't know why. Anyway, I can never get back the state I was in when I broke the world record."

Asafa Powell didn't know what was wrong with him.

In the semi-finals not long ago, he easily ran 9 seconds. At that time, he just felt that he had no strength at all. Afterwards, he thought that there would be no problem in running within 98 seconds with all his strength.

But after returning to the lounge and relaxing with a massage, I became even more worried.

are you afraid?

I couldn't say I was scared, but I just felt like there was a blockage of air in my chest that I couldn't let out no matter what.

"You must be thinking too much in your mind. Maybe you need to wash your face with cold water to sober up." Facing Powell's state, Stephen Francis was also quite troubled.

He wanted to enlighten Powell, but he felt that the more he said at this time, the more likely it would be counterproductive.

And Stephen Francis didn’t quite understand Powell’s performance.

Obviously he maintained a winning record throughout the entire season last year. Logically speaking, he should have developed a king's heart. Could it be that after the start of this season, he experienced several losing streaks due to injuries, which led to Is your mentality out of balance?

But there were no such signs at the time?
Why did it suddenly break out just before the 100-meter final of the World Championships?

After washing his face with cold water, Powell felt that he was really awake, so he pretended to smile and said: "Coach, this suggestion is not bad. Maybe I should bring a bottle of ice water in and pour half of the bottle on my head before the game. What do you think?" How about it?"

"If you think this is helpful, then do it as you think." Francis is not sure whether Powell's mentality has really improved immediately, but at this time, it is natural to follow his words and use encouragement. way to help him regain his confidence.

"Get ready to warm up, seize the time to move your body again, and then go win that damn gold medal!"

In another lounge, Tyson Gay has finished a long prayer.

Growing up, he would often pray with his mother, Daisy Lowe, whenever he encountered any difficult problem.

This afternoon, before setting off to the Nagai Land Arena, he prayed together with his mother, stepfather Tim Lowe, and sister Tiffany Gay in a hotel room in Osaka.

And now, the only person who completed this prayer was himself.

"The suffering day after day will eventually end, and the dawn will soon shine on the earth. I will take off the gold medal in the warm sunshine and dedicate all the glory to you, my God."

After the prayer, Tyson Gay began to pack his things and prepare to go to the warm-up field. On the way, a call came from overseas, and he answered it without any hesitation.

"Mr. Browman, is that you?" Tyson Gay wanted to call the person on the other end of the phone coach, but his current nominal coach, Joan Drummond, was beside him, so the call was "coach". Never scream.

However, he did not avoid Joan Drummond at all during this phone call. If Tyson Gay was given a chance to choose, he would not hesitate to leave Drummond and return to Lance Browman.

"It's me, Tyson."

"Are you alright?"

"Everything is fine with me, don't worry." The person on the other end of the phone said, "Congratulations to me, Tyson. I will be released from prison early on the morning of the 28th, although I can only live in a building in Orlando before September 9th." In the designated house, but at least I don’t have to call you like I am now.”

"Congratulations indeed, freedom is priceless."

"Haha, yes, freedom is priceless. So Tyson, to celebrate my upcoming freedom, how about preparing a gift for me?"

"Tell me, coach, what do you want?" Perhaps out of excitement that his mentor was about to regain his freedom, Tyson Gay put the word coach on his lips without much thought.

"Champion!" A clear word came from the other end of the phone. "I'm going to hang up the phone and go to bed on time. Tyson, I hope that when I wake up, I can hear that you have become the world Champion news.”

"Dudu.du."

There was a busy signal from the mobile phone, which obviously meant that the call had been hung up.

Tyson Gay put away his mobile phone and walked into the warm-up field just in time. His eyes stayed on Wen Hao, who had already started to prepare for warm-up.

Good night, coach.

When you wake up, my name will be crowned with the prefix that symbolizes glory: World Champion - Tyson Gay!
(End of this chapter)