After winning the men's 100m sprint championship, Yang Zhuo didn't relax.
There was still the 4x100m final tomorrow.
This was a team event, and he was even more concerned about it than the 100m sprint final.
He didn't want his teammates to lose medals or even gold medals because he didn't work hard enough.
In the evening.
In the small training ground in the village.
Yang Zhuo was practicing the baton exchange with Hu Kai.
The 4x100m sprint was a test of teamwork and skill.
Even in world-class events like the World Championship and the Olympics, there would be mistakes in the exchange of batons.
From this, it could be seen that it was a test of teamwork.
Yang Zhuo had been competing overseas and didn't have time to come back to train the relay.
Moreover, the delegation did not pay much attention to the 4× 100m relay.
She never thought that she would get good results.
Therefore, the time for the four of them to get used to each other was very short.
Their tacit understanding was very poor.
He almost dropped his baton during the preliminaries.
However, this was not something that could be solved in the short term.
This was because tacit understanding required a long period of cooperation, and techniques also required a long period of polishing.
Therefore, he could only encourage her.
On the scene.
"During the handover, the person receiving the baton should face the back with his palm and receive the baton at the waist.”
Yang Zhuo said while demonstrating,"This is the safest way, and the person who receives the baton doesn't need to adjust the position of the baton in his hand.”
This was what he had requested during the preliminaries.
Although this posture was different from normal running posture and affected the speed, it was the most stable.
"We cooperated very well in the preliminaries. I believe that there will be no problem in the finals. We have to have confidence in ourselves.”
Yang Zhuo said confidently.
As the captain, even if he was not confident, he still had to show enough confidence.
This would reduce the pressure on the team members.
Hu Kai nodded." Anyway, it's just a shot tomorrow. We'll just fight it out!"”
The other two also expressed their stance,"Let's go all out!"”
On the sidelines.
Li Qing looked at Yang Zhuo and nodded secretly.
Although he was young, he was quite mature in handling matters.
At times like this, what the team members needed the most was encouragement, not pressure.
They needed a leader to give them confidence.
Yang Zhuo did a good job.
"No matter who wins or loses, I'll treat you to a big meal when we return to the capital.”
Yang Zhuo turned to Li Qing and said,"Coach, can we make an exception and drink?”
"Yes!"
Li Qing replied with a smile.
......
August 28th.
In the morning.
The men's 4x100m final of the World University Games was about to begin.
The big screen showed the teams of each path.
First lane, Jamaica team
The second one was the national team.
Third lane, beautiful national team
The fourth team, Nigeria
Fifth lane, England
Sixth, China
......
The Chinese team was on lane 6, which wasn't a good lane.
But there was no other way.
His results in the preliminaries were bad, so he could only be ranked sixth.
At this time, the referee informed the members of each team to get ready.
Yang Zhuo wanted to go to his seat and wait for them. Before he left, he shouted at Hu Kai and the others,"Brothers! Come, add fuel!"
Therefore, the four of them put their hands together and cheered themselves on.
"Good luck!"
"Victory!"
After that, Yang Zhuo walked to his seat to prepare.
On the sidelines.
Yu Weili and Li Qing were chatting.
The other leaders of the delegation did not come.
Yang Zhuo was very strong, but the 4× 100m sprint was a team event. It was hard for an individual to change his fate.
Yang Zhuo had participated in a few relay races, but they were all small fights, and his opponents were all very weak.
Today was different.
The five teams were all very strong. They were the Jamaican Nigeria, the Jamaican team, the American team, and the English team.
Just looking at the preliminary results, they were far higher than the Chinese team.
Therefore, the leaders felt that there was no hope of winning a medal in the 4x100m sprint.
There was no need to come over to take a look.
Moreover…
Now, the Chinese team was firmly in first place in the gold medal rankings, and the most valuable gold medal was the men's 100m sprint.
He was already very satisfied.
It didn't matter even if he didn't get a single medal in the following matches.
"Coach Li, what kind of results do you think we can get this time?”
Yu Weili sounded very relaxed.
They were watching the 4× 100m race with appreciation.
Li Qing took a sip of mineral water and said,""It's hard to say. Anyway, we won't be the last one. Yang Zhuo's last hit will catch up with us.”
Yu Weili nodded in agreement.
He did not doubt this at all.
Yang Zhuo was the strongest athlete in the men's 100m sprint at the World University Games.
There was no other.
He was 0.28 seconds ahead of the second place.
In the relay race, they could accelerate ahead of time. In this case, Yang Zhuo would definitely be able to catch up.
In the audience.
Many international students arrived again.
With a red flag sticker on his face and a small red flag in his hand, he was wearing a red t-shirt and waiting to cheer for the Chinese team.
Although everyone knew that there was no time to win a medal in this event, everyone still came to cheer.
Support wasn't something that could only be given when the champion was at stake.
As long as the athletes worked hard, even if they couldn't get a medal, they were still worthy of pride.
Seeing Yang Zhuo walk to his seat, someone in the stands shouted his name.
"Yang Zhuo!"
"Yang Zhuo!"
It wasn't loud, but Yang Zhuo heard it.
Because it was close.
He turned around and waved in the direction of the shout.
"Ah! Yang Zhuo heard it!"
A girl was very excited. She raised the little red flag in her hand high and waved it vigorously.
The boys were also very excited and cheered loudly.
"Yang Zhuo, you can do it!"
"Go, China team!"
In front of the television.
Yang Guoqiang and Zhang Yumin were also watching the live broadcast.
Although Yang Jian had analyzed the strength of the eight teams, the Chinese team was relatively behind.
However, the couple still wanted to watch and cheer for their son and the Chinese team.
......
At the competition venue.
Yang Zhuo was preparing for the fourth relay.
Kai Hu was in the third relay zone.
The relay zone was 20 meters. The handover must be completed in the relay zone. Otherwise, it would be a foul and there would be no result.
Yang Zhuo stood on the track and looked around.
This was his last match in the World University Games.
He didn't want to leave behind any regrets.
"Good luck!"
Yang Zhuo shouted to himself.
His voice was trembling.
He wasn't even this nervous during the 100m sprint final.
Because at that time, he had the confidence to win.
But this time, he didn't.
“On~your~marks！”
The starter's voice sounded.
The eight first runners of the relay race quickly stepped on the run-up devices.
The audience quieted down.
“SET！”
The athlete changed from a squat to a hunched starting position.
"Pa!"
The starting gunshot rang out.
In the studio.
Yang Jian's voice sounded.
"The match begins! The first leg of the Chinese team had a good reaction. They were currently in fourth place, with the Jamaica team in first place.”
On the track.
The Jamaica first runner was very good at the curve, and there was already a gap between them and the rest.
The Chinese team's young general did his best but was still in sixth place.
"The Jamaica team is the first to enter the relay zone. The Chinese team is a little behind. Let's see if they can catch up in the first straight.”
After the first runner ran to the predetermined position, he shouted,""Take it!"
The second runner immediately stretched out his arms.
There were no mistakes. The handover was successful.
"Straight, straight, it's the first straight. Let's see if we can make up for the gap and create opportunities for Hu Kai and Yang Zhuo.”
"Currently, the Jamaica team is in first place, the Beautiful Country is in second place, and the Plaster Country is in third place.”
"China is currently in sixth place, not far from England in fifth place.”
"It's the third leg's handover soon. I hope Kai Hu can pull back some distance in the curve.”
On the sidelines.
Yu Weili shook his head.
"It still won't do. The difference is too great.”
Li Qing did not speak.
Yu Weili was telling the truth. The second leg had just finished and the Chinese team was still in sixth place.
The gap between him and the third place was several meters, let alone the first place.
In the audience.
"Good luck!"
"Good luck!"
Cheers in various languages rose and fell.
The Chinese students were also shouting loudly.
On the third leg, Kai Hu ran forward desperately after receiving the baton.
In the studio.
"Hu Kai, Hu Kai is accelerating. Hu Kai, do your best. The distance is getting closer and closer.”
"Beautiful, Hu Kai is in fifth place! They were about to exchange batons, and the last baton was Yang Zhuo!”
At the scene.
Yang Zhuo was holding his breath.
From the moment Kai Hu received the baton, his nerves tensed up.
The power in his body began to surge, waiting to explode.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
Hurried footsteps could be heard.
Hu Kai's figure was getting closer and closer.
Yang Zhuo took a deep breath.
When he saw Hu Kai run to the predetermined position, he immediately took a step forward, swung his arm, and accelerated.
"Take it!"
Hu Kai's loud shout came from behind.
Yang Zhuo quickly stretched out his arms and opened his palms.
When he felt the baton in his hand, he instantly clenched it.
Then, he returned to his normal running posture.
He waved his arm.
Speed up.
In the studio.
Yang Jian's voice became excited.
"Handing over is complete. The last runner is Yang Zhuo!”
"Yang Zhuo! Can it bring about a miracle?"
"Good luck!"
At this moment.
There were four people in front of Yang Zhuo.
The Jamaica in first place was already more than 10 meters ahead of him.
However, the top three Chinese players were also six to seven meters ahead.
But he didn't care.
Damn it.
No matter what, he had to get a medal. Otherwise, it would be a pity.
The Jamaica couldn't catch up, but Little Book was only six or seven meters ahead.
There was still a chance.
Speed up!
Speed up again!
Charge!
Yang Zhuo swung his arms with all his might, increasing his stride frequency.
The last leg was also the last match.
He had to do his best.
"Good luck!"
"Good luck!"
The cheers and cheers from the sidelines soared into the sky.
In the studio.
"Yang Zhuo is accelerating! It's still accelerating!"
"Yang Zhuo is catching up to the fourth!"
"Surpass him!"
"Yang Zhuo has overtaken the England team."
"He hasn't given up yet. He's still chasing!”
"There's a little notebook in front, Yang Zhuo! Surpass him!"
"Surpass him! Surpass him!"
Yang Jian shouted at the top of his lungs!
At this moment.
The audience in front of the television held their breaths nervously.
He was even more nervous than when he was watching the 100m sprint final.
Go, Yang Zhuo!
Kill the little notebook!
Eighty meters.
Yang Zhuo came behind the little notebook.
90 meters.
Yang Zhuo and Little Book were walking side by side.
100 meters.
Rush to the lane!
"Ah! He surpassed it!"
"Yang Zhuo overtook the national team!"
"Yang Zhuo overtook the national team!"
"Yang Zhuo is the third!"
"The Chinese team got the bronze medal!"
"Yang Zhuo counterattacked and won the bronze medal!”
"This is the first Men's 4x100m relay medal in the history of China's track and field world competition!”
"They created history!"
"The four lads are all very good. They are the pride of China!”
Yang Jian's roar infected many of the viewers in front of the television.
At the scene, Yu Weili and Li Qing were also in disbelief.
Although it was only a bronze plate.
However, this was also historic and groundbreaking.
"That's great!" Yu Weili's face flushed with excitement.”
"Yang Zhuo didn't disappoint me!"
"Director Yu, didn't you think there was no hope just now?" Li Qing was also very excited.”
"Cough cough, don't talk nonsense. I've always had hope!”
Yu Weili wasn't ashamed at all to defend himself.
In the audience.
The international student was stunned.
"How is that possible?"
"The Chinese team overtook them!"
"What is the last stick doing? Are you sleepwalking?"
"The teammates in front created such a big advantage and the Chinese team can still catch up.”
"How disappointing!"
"You can't blame him. Yang Zhuo is too strong.”
"Yeah, Yang Zhuo is too abnormal. He surpassed two people in a row.”
In the arena.
Yang Zhuo, Hu Kai, and the other two players hugged each other.
"Yang Zhuo, you're too fierce!"
"It's all my fault. If the gap in the front was a little smaller, we would definitely have won the championship.”
"I didn't run the straight well either."
"I'm the one who's dragging you down."
The three of them blamed themselves.
"You've done your best. We're all good!" Yang Zhuo comforted them with a smile. A bronze plate was already very good, wasn't it?”
"Brothers, I'll definitely fulfill my promise and treat you to a feast when we get back!”
"Good!"
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