In the few days since he came to Cairo, Yang Zhuo had been adjusting his jet lag and doing all kinds of adaptability training.
Perhaps it was because it was his first time participating in an international competition, he was quite excited, but he quickly adapted to the time difference and environment here.
The only thing he wasn't used to was food.
However, because the nutritious meals he often ate were very bad, he could still accept it.
Bislett Stadium.
He wasn't here during the adaptability training a few days ago. He only came to see the venue tomorrow because the competition was about to begin.
"Da da da."
Yang Zhuo ran quickly and felt pretty good.
There were also several 100m athletes from Europe, America and Africa who were familiar with the venue.
They were curious about Yang Zhuo.
For so many years, there had never been an Asian in the Golden League's 100m sprint.
However, no one came to greet him. To them, Yang Zhuo was just here to accompany them.
The weak were not worth paying attention to.
Yang Zhuo didn't care. He would use his strength to change everyone's mind.
On the sidelines.
Li Qing observed the other players who were familiar with the venue, and at the same time, he was looking at the form in his hand.
It was the information of the other seven contestants in the 100m sprint, including the best results in history.
Chambers and Francis both managed to get within 10 seconds several times. They were very strong.
The third-best athlete on paper had also run 9.98 seconds.
Therefore, it was basically impossible for Yang Zhuo to win a medal.
There were more contestants in the next race. The 100m and 110m hurdles were in groups A and B.
With more and more top athletes, there was no need to think about medals.
However…
Yang Zhuo was here to gain experience. The Field Management Center didn't expect him to have a breakthrough.
His goal was to gain experience in big competitions and win championships in the World University Games and the Asian Athletics Championships.
And the World Championship didn't have too many requirements for Yang Zhuo.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Zhuo returned to the sidelines to rest after a few rounds.
"How do you feel?" Li Qing asked as he kept the documents.”
"Very good. We'll just wait for tomorrow's shot!”
Yang Zhuo was full of fighting spirit.
There were no preliminaries in the Golden League, only one shot.
All the projects were like this.
Even when there were a lot of people, they only ran one shot. The best result was the champion.
"Alright, then we'll go back to the hotel after training for a while.”
The Golden League wasn't like the Olympics, the World Championship, or the Asian Games, which were organized by countries and regions.
Coaches always brought athletes to the competition, and at most, they brought an interpreter.
It could be considered a solo battle.
......
June 27th.
Bislett Stadium.
As the first stop of the International Association of Athletics Federation Golden League, although there were not many famous players participating, the attention was still quite high.
Moreover, the track and field atmosphere in Europe was better.
The audience was happy to buy tickets to watch the game.
Therefore…
Although there was still an hour before the start of the match, most of the audience seats were already filled.
There were thousands of people.
The final of the men's 100m sprint was about to begin.
After the athletes were recorded, they all appeared on the field.
Including Yang Zhuo.
Because it was the first time an Asian appeared in the men's 100m sprint event of the Golden League, he attracted the attention of the audience as soon as he appeared.
After entering the field, Yang Zhuo went to his lane to check the running device.
The number of paths was decided by drawing lots during the registration, so it was fair.
Moreover, the 100-meter race was a straight track, so it didn't matter which track it was.
After checking the run-up device, Yang Zhuo moved his hands and feet.
He had already warmed up, so all he had to do now was maintain the feeling.
A moment later.
The broadcast began to introduce the contestants for the men's 100m sprint.
When Chambers and Francis were introduced, the crowd cheered.
Obviously, the two of them were more well-known.
Even those who didn't know each other could hear the announcement of their results, the champion of the competition, and the record holder.
The audience would also feel that it was amazing.
When it came to Yang Zhuo, the introduction was simple. He was a 100m sprinter from China, 16 years old.
Hearing the announcement, many of the audience started discussing.
"Wow, bro, did you hear that? That's a contestant from China."
"This is the first time I've seen it."
"He's only 16 years old and he's already qualified to participate in the Golden League. He should be quite powerful, right?”
"Powerful? Buddy, are you kidding me? The Asian sprinting standard was very poor. They didn't even manage to run within 10 seconds.”
"That's true."
"See, this kid is definitely at the bottom.”
"I don't think so. His muscles look very developed, so his strength shouldn't be too bad.”
"Let's bet 50 pounds on him being last!”
"Alright, I'll bet!"
While the audience was discussing, Yang Zhuo was very calm.
At the side of the arena.
Li Qing was talking to Sun Haiping.
"Old Li, how's Yang Zhuo?”
"It looks good. This kid is a competitive player. The more people there are, the more excited he is.”
Li Qing was very satisfied with Yang Zhuo's current condition.
"With his strength, he shouldn't be last as long as he uses his full strength."”
"Who knows? It depends on the condition of the others.”
"Where's Liu Xiang?" Li Qing asked.”
"He's still warming up. His match is in the next hour.”
"Then we'll wait for you after the competition. We'll go back to the hotel together.”
"Alright."
On the arena.
When Yang Zhuo was moving his body, a black man next to him greeted him,"Hey, buddy, you're going to be last!”
Yang Zhuo's English was pretty good, so he replied in English,"Don't worry, I'm definitely not the one at the bottom.”
"Wow, you're confident! I hope it's not arrogance!"
"You'll know later," Yang Zhuo smiled.”
After saying that, he continued to move his body.
From time to time, he would practice crawling or twisting his body.
A few minutes later.
“On~your~marks！”
The starter on the sidelines began to remind all the players to get into position.
The third was Chambers, and the sixth was Francis.
Yang Zhuo was on the second lane.
He walked to the starting line and squatted down, his feet on the run-up device.
At this moment.
Yang Zhuo felt so excited that even his cells were cheering.
The first international competition in his life.
It was also the arena to test his true strength.
As the first Chinese man to stand on the 100m track in the Golden League, Yang Zhuo didn't want to be the last one.
He wanted to run with all his strength and let everyone know that China was not that weak.
After several referees confirmed that there was no problem with the starting position of the athlete, the starter shouted the backup command.
“SET！”
With a swoosh, the eight athletes moved in unison.
Seven black men and one yellow man.
In comparison, it seemed especially special.
In addition, Yang Zhuo was wearing a red sportswear, which made him look like a ball of fire.
It was even more eye-catching.
At this moment.
He took a deep breath.
He was fully focused on waiting for the starting gun to sound.
In a competition of this level, the starting point was very important.
If he fell too far behind, it would be very difficult to catch up.
In the stands, all the audience's eyes were focused on the eight people, waiting quietly for the match to begin.
Who would win the 100m sprint in the first leg of the International Association of Athletics Federation Golden League?
On the sidelines.
Li Qing was also very nervous. His hands were clenched into fists.
He did not even dare to breathe loudly.
1 second.
2 seconds.
"Pa!"
An electronic gunshot rang out in the stadium.
The entire arena instantly changed from a static scene to a dynamic scene.
Yang Zhuo kicked hard on the running device.
The starting block made of pure metal emitted a creaking sound when it was subjected to a huge force.
At this moment, Yang Zhuo bounced out as if he had stepped on a spring.
Start.
Speed up!
However…
Yang Zhuo was still slower. His reaction time was ranked fifth.
10 meters.
Yang Zhuo was still in the fifth place. He lowered his head and quickly accelerated.
20 meters.
Everyone started to raise their heads.
30 meters.
The eight of them stood up and started running.
Yang Zhuo focused on accelerating.
Speed up again!
In the past, he had always been in the lead at this time.
However, it was different this time.
He was lagging behind.
However, Yang Zhuo didn't feel defeated or discouraged.
Instead, he was very excited.
Very excited.
The feeling was hard to describe. It was like a person who had starved for three days and saw a fragrant drumstick.
In the stands.
The audience was already clamoring, very excited.
Small horns and whistles sounded continuously.
There was even a commentator explaining.
At this moment, Francis was in first place, and Chambers was second. The difference between the two was only half a body.
Yang Zhuo was still in the fifth place.
During the acceleration phase, he did not overtake anyone.
He wasn't in a hurry to speed up.
Because once the rhythm was messed up, it meant that the game was lost.
There was no room for mistakes in the 100-meter race.
40 meters.
Yang Zhuo was tightly holding onto the fourth place.
The distance between them did not increase.
The commentator was a little surprised." Wow, China's young athlete hasn't been pulled away. This is a miracle. You know, China's sprinting standards are very poor."
It seemed to be responding to his words.
49 meters.
Yang Zhuo's speed reached its peak.
Her two long legs quickly exchanged positions, gradually closing in on the fourth place.
Then, they kept pace.
On the sidelines.
Li Qing clenched his fists. Surpass him! Beautiful!"
He swung his fist fiercely.
He wasn't disappointed. Yang Zhuo's ability in the middle and later stages didn't fall behind even among these black men.
At this moment.
Yang Zhuo had already surpassed the fourth place and started to catch up to the third place.
Li Qing was so excited that his face turned red.
"I caught up!"
"Surpass him!"
"Surpass him!"
"Beautiful!"
Yang Zhuo overtook another one and came to the third position. He continued to rush forward, catching up with Francis and Chambers.
The commentator was dumbfounded.
Oh my god!
China's Yang had actually rushed to the third place.
Unbelievable, too unbelievable!
Could he catch up to Francis and Chambers?
Eighty meters.
There was still half a meter between Yang Zhuo and Chambers, and he was a bit further away from Francis.
But he still did not give up.
He was still trying his best to maintain his speed. Every step he took was hard on the plastic track.
His expression control had completely failed.
90 meters.
In the audience's eyes, Yang Zhuo's speed was still increasing, while Francis and Chambers 'speed started to drop.
The distance between them closed again.
100 meters.
Yang Zhuo lowered his center of gravity and pressed his shoulder on the line.
It ended!
The first international 100m sprint competition in his life ended.
In the last 10 meters, Yang Zhuo only had eyes for the finish line. He didn't look at anyone else. He even felt like he was the only one running.
After crossing the line, his hearing and vision seemed to have completely recovered.
Loud cheers entered his ears.
On the sidelines!
Li Qing jumped up excitedly.
"Beautiful!"
"Third!"
Yang Zhuo slowed down and ran 30 - 40 meters before he turned to look at the time board.
First, Francis, reaction time 0.141 seconds, time 9.97 seconds
Second, Chambers, reaction time 0.146 seconds, time 10.02 seconds
Third, Yang Zhuo, reaction time 0.161 seconds, time 10.06 seconds
Fourth, Vlad.
……
Yang Zhuo was gasping for breath as he looked at the time board.
His expression was very calm.
His reaction at the start was still poor, ranking fifth among the eight people.
If he had started a little faster, he could have gotten 10.05 seconds.
However, there were no ifs in the competition.
Yang Zhuo's experience and skills were still lacking.
At this moment.
Francis was celebrating his victory, and Chambers shook his head in disappointment.
Chambers walked to Yang Zhuo and patted his shoulder."Buddy, you are very strong, stronger than all the Asians I have seen!”
Yang Zhuo smiled." You will be stronger in the future. You have to be careful at the next stop."”
"Haha, welcome to the challenge!"
A moment later.
Yang Zhuo returned to the sidelines." Coach, I'm sorry. I didn't run well!"”
"The first match is already very good! Just do your best!"
Li Qing hugged him and continued,""You know what? You have already created history! He was the first Chinese, Asian, and Asian to win a bronze medal in the 100m sprint in the Golden League!”
"Oh."
Yang Zhuo wasn't excited at all.
Not the champion.
There was still a huge gap between them and the 10-second mark.
Excited my ass!
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