Winning the Championship! Miracle?

In the distance, Yu Gui clenched his fists, his nails pierced into the flesh, but he didn't feel the pain at all.

"Come on! Hold on, you must hold on! Hold another 20 meters, no one will be able to shake the lead, the gold medal is yours!" Yu Gui's expression has become grim.

Winning the gold medal is his biggest expectation at the moment.

In the Olympic Village, athletes from the national team who did not have a game gathered at the big TV in the entertainment room to watch the game.

"Zhang Guan is ahead!" Liu Feiren stared at the picture closely, a hunch appeared in his heart, Zhang Guan would win the final victory!

This is a very simple intuition, belongs to the intuition of the world's top athletes!

In front of the TV, Chen Lao leaned quietly on the lounge chair, looking at Zhang Guan on the TV. At the moment, Chen Lao's mood was not a little excited, but rather calm.

"You must be able to do it! I know you will be able to do it! This is your world! For the championship, rush!" Chen Lao said silently.

This is trust and no reservations about Zhang Guan!

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"Zhang Guan, number one! Number one!" The narrator has been unable to maintain calm. After working for more than ten hours in a row, his body has been extremely tired, but at this moment his emotions have been excited.

"Come on! Hold on! Zhang Guan! He's faster! Faster! He's faster! A bigger lead! Others can't surpass! It's the end! Come on, come on! Come on! Zhang Guan! Zhang Guan! Zhang Guan! "

The narrator has been speechless. Perhaps at this moment, he does not even know what he said, but everyone in front of the TV can understand the meaning expressed by the narrator, even if he just yelled Zhang Guan. The name has become the most beautiful commentary.

On the edge of the track, Zhang Guan has stood out.

What Zhang Guan felt at the moment was an indescribable sense of unrestrainedness. He was advancing freely, running freely, and sprinting happily. He enjoyed the feeling as if the whole world was under his control.

"Is this the effect of the full state? This feeling is awesome! Addictive ..."

Zhang Guan knew that the reason he was able to feel this way was that he increased his physical strength and state to full capacity. He feels extremely energetic, and he feels that he is in a state of tremendous bursting, which is not just about excitement, but a feeling of controlling the world!

Now is his strongest moment!

After another ten meters, Zhang Guan's lead is already very obvious.

Behind him, Maurice Greene has tried his best, but all he can see is Zhang Guan's back.

"Is the gap so big already?" Greene knew that he was not far from the endpoint. He couldn't catch up with such a large gap.

"Why? Why is it like this! Did he not consume energy in the semi-finals? How is his condition better than in the semi-finals!" Greene questioned numerous questions in his mind. He turned his head slightly and looked at the other two teammates, only to discover that the "speed endurance" that the United State athletes are proud of does not have any effect at all when facing the king.

At the same time, Gatlin also felt that the gap between him and Zhang Guan is getting bigger and bigger. He has been waiting for Zhang Guan to slow down, but the speed of Zhang Guan is getting faster and faster.

"He should be at the end of the crossbow, but this is almost at the end, why is he so fast? No! He is faster than he was in the semifinals! He is now at this speed, I have never reached it! Now this speed gap, How could I catch him! "

Obik Viru, who was across the runway from Gatlin, caught up.

Obik Viru used to be the fastest man in Africa, but now he is the fastest man in Europe. He is no worse in physical talent than American athletes.

After losing the lead and being unable to be catch up, Gatlin was momentarily confused.

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At ninety meters, Zhang Guan has achieved an absolute advantage, with only ten meters left from the finish line. This advantage is irreversible.

Zhang Guan took the lead. Behind him, Gatlin and Obik Viru almost went hand in hand, making it difficult to win.

After that, the defending champion Maurice Greene had already approached Gatlin and Obik Viru, and he was looking for a final moment.

And Zhang Guan, still immersed in the feeling of the full state. When the finish line appeared at the foot of Zhang Guan, he recovered. Then he suddenly found that there seemed to be no one on his left.

"Human? Why is there no one running?" Zhang Guan froze slightly, then turned his head slightly, but still found no other people. It was only then that I saw the roaring face of the athletes behind.

"I already had such a large lead, and others are too watery." Zhang Guan sighed secretly.

In the front, the photographer captured the scene just right. At the moment of crossing the line, Zhang Guan turned his head and looked back at the opponent behind him, while defending champion Morris Greene became Zhang Guan's background.

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The whole of Europe is watching this game. But at the moment, almost all the narrators of the major European television stations are overwhelmed.

The previous European commentators have been shouting the names of Gatlin or Obik Viru, and they are more concerned about the contest between black players, they selectively ignored Zhang Guan, a Chinese, anyway, who was just support, why bother to remember his name. But at this moment Zhang Guan has achieved an absolute leading advantage and is about to win the championship, so the narrator has to start paying attention to Zhang Guan.

"That Chinese is ahead! How is this possible? A yellow race man can run faster than a black man. If it wasn't seen with my own eyes, I would have thought it was a fantasy! Gatlin, Greene, Crawford, Austria Brockville, Powell ... What's the matter with you? Is it collective diarrhea? Why are they behind a Chinese? And behind so much! This gap in the distance is simply impossible to catch up with!" This European commentary and the staff simply stopped talking, staring at the screen no longer talking.

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"Zhang Guan leads! Zhang Guan comes first! Come on! Hold on! Cross the line! Win! Zhang Guan won! Zhang Guan won! Miracle! Zhang Guan created a miracle! He won the men's 100-meter sprint Olympic championship." The narrator shouted, even the voice had become hoarse.

In the coaching team of the national team, the strongest cheers came. Whether it was Yu Gui or Director Ma, there was already a blank in their minds, their thinking had been stagnant, they were running and jumping with tears, and then embracing each other, they no longer know what to do, only instinct.

In the stands, Director Hou has stood up. He did not shout and celebrate, but he felt that every cell in the body seemed to be cheering, and his body began to tremble with difficulty.

In the Olympic Village, the entertainment room for the athletes gathered by the national team, the deafening sound instantly spread throughout the building, as if the sudden eruption of the volcano, the earth was shaken by it.

Domestically, Mr. Chen breathed a sigh of relief and then wept bitterly while holding his wife waiting by the side.

"We won! We won! We finally won!"

His lifelong dream came true at this moment!

The dreams of generations have finally come true at this moment!

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In the Olympic Village, the members of the Jamaican team watching the game lost their faces. Powell finally did not create a miracle. Many people started to get up and prepared to return to their dorms.

However, the young Bolt stood there slowly.

"That Chinese, his name is Zhang Guan, yes, it's Zhang Guan! He defeated Powell, Greene, Gatling, so many powerful opponents, and won the championship! This is a miracle! "

"Zhang Guan is the same age as me! Since he can do all this, then I will be able to do it! I Usain Bolt is better than anyone!" Bolt stood up, his eyes full of the firmness.

"Zhang Guan, from today, you are my goal. I will try my best to catch up with you. One day, I will compete with you! I will surpass you!"

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Stephen Curry in front of the TV suddenly stood up and walked out.

"Stephen, where are you going?" Seth Curry asked.

"Going to training." Stephen Curry looked at his brother, then pointed to Zhang Guan on the TV, and then said: "From today, this Chinese is my idol!"

"Isn't your idol the White Chocolate Jason Williams?"

"Not anymore! I found a new idol." Stephen Curry said firmly.

"Why?" Seth Curry asked puzzled.

"Because this Chinese man created a miracle! A Chinese man could win the Olympic men's 100-meter sprint champion. He showed me a miracle." Stephen Curry pointed to himself and then said: "Seth, even if the world says I am not suitable for playing basketball, but I will not give up. I will become the strongest basketball player in the world. I will enter the NBA, I will get the MVP, I will get the championship, I will surpass the Bulls 72 wins streak in the season! Believe me, I will certainly make miracles! "