Sprint champion: start standing on the Olympic field

Chapter 127 The Game Begins

June 6, 16:5 p.m., Carl Icahn Stadium, New York.

Su Feng led Zhang Peimeng to stand in the first row of the stands. This small area is specially provided by the organizing committee for athletes, coaches and others. Tickets are not sold outside, so even Su Feng can watch the game quietly here.

The hurdles are being placed below, and the men's 110-meter hurdles competition is about to begin.

"How about it? The atmosphere at the New York station is not bad." Su Feng deliberately brought Zhang Peimeng over here to experience it in advance. There is still a big difference between here and China. It should be helpful for Zhang Peimeng to experience it in advance.

"Indeed." The two had been standing here for more than an hour. Hearing Su Feng's words, Zhang Peimeng looked around again, and then replied: "It is indeed amazing. Compared with this side, it is also one or two grades smaller."

As Zhang Peimeng said, his face turned pale, obviously he couldn't accept it all at once.

Su Feng nodded, if Zhang Peimeng was in this state, then he should have come.

"This is for sure. Chinese culture emphasizes introversion, while European and American culture emphasizes freedom and unrestrainedness. This influence is in all aspects, even watching games from the stands.

But in fact, that's it. The audience is the audience after all, it's just that the voice is louder. As long as we focus on the game, these will not affect us.

You always have to take this step. Brother Liu and I also came here in this way. You will know after a while after you look at him. Now he has practiced enough to be thick-skinned, and Taishan collapses in front of him without changing his face. "

"That's what I said, but you dare to say the last thing. They are all bosses. I can't afford to offend you." Zhang Peimeng nodded hurriedly while thinking, and he felt a lot more comfortable.

At this time, Liu Yuxiang began to appear, but at least in the United States, compared with Su Feng's appearance, Liu Yuxiang did not cause such a big response.

On the one hand, it is because of the project. The 110-meter hurdles is not considered a competition of pure speed for human beings.

On the other hand, it is due to the results. Liu Yuxiang is not as strong as Su Feng. He has victories against the American Trammel, the former Alan Johnson, and the later young player Robles. It is said that the attack is not high enough, and the hatred is not enough.

At this time, Liu Yuxiang moved expressionlessly in front of the starting line a few times, and it was impossible to tell whether he was nervous or not.

The race started quickly, and Liu Yuxiang's start was really good, with a start reaction of 0.125, which was the fastest one.

The final result is not bad either, 13 seconds 15, No.1.

"Let's go." Looking at Liu Yuxiang who was frightened there wearing the national flag, Su Feng patted Zhang Peimeng on the shoulder, and they were going to get ready.

Zhang Peimeng, on the other hand, looked at Liu Yuxiang wearing the national flag, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but Su Feng didn't see it.

The men's 100m starts at 8pm.

After a short rest, warm-up, and inspection, Su Feng, Zhang Peimeng and the other seven athletes who participated in the New York race began to enter.

Su Feng is on the fifth track, and Zhang Peimeng is on the ninth track. Zhang Peimeng will bear the pressure this time.

"You can do it." In the corridor, Zhang Peimeng, who was standing at the end of the line, kept encouraging himself. The big black men in front of him really increased his pressure, but when he thought that these people were all defeated by Su Feng, Some of them were not even considered opponents, and Zhang Peimeng felt more at ease.

"Everyone, you can enter the arena." After receiving the news of entering the arena, the staff began to guide the athletes to enter the arena.

"Wow!" Powell did not participate in this competition, but several famous players from the United States, Tyson Gay, Sean Crawford, Leonard Scott, and Walter Dix were all present.

It can be said that this is already the strongest 100-meter team in the United States at this stage. If Gatlin does not lift the ban, even if he participates in the Olympics, I am afraid it will be these few people.

If it was in the past, the Americans would not have thought there was a problem. After all, any one of these people would be a strong contender for the Olympic championship, and even the top three in the Olympics.

But now, Su Feng appeared, and none of these people was Su Feng's opponent, and this became a big problem.

Although the strength of the American 100-meter event can still be seen, it is an individual competition event after all. There is only one champion, and it is useless if there are too many people. You can only look at individual results.

"Hi, who is that? Why are there two Chinese people participating this time?" In the stands, most of the audience came for the contest between Su Feng and the famous American general. Seeing that two Chinese with yellow skin and red uniforms came out at the end, these people were all taken aback, and immediately asked the people beside them.

There are people around who know, and naturally someone will give you popular science aloud.

"What? There are really two Chinese people participating this time. It won't be another Su Feng, right?"

"How is that possible."

But having said that, as an American, seeing two Chinese people appearing on the Internet, I still have a feeling of being overturned in my heart.

"Zhang Peimeng, come on." Before the game, Su Feng found Zhang Peimeng again, patted him on the shoulder as a final encouragement, and then walked back to his place.

Zhang Peimeng looked at Su Feng's back, red eyes reflected, thinking about the scene of Liu Yuxiang running on the field wearing a red flag just now in his mind.

Sometimes, only when you are abroad can you feel the importance of the motherland.

And athletes can only feel the desire for honor from the heart when they are abroad and competing with athletes from various countries.

Thinking of this, Zhang Peimeng's heart gradually calmed down.

He saw Liu Yuxiang's heroic appearance wearing a red flag among a group of Europeans and Americans.

I heard the loud noise from the entire arena when Su Feng came out.

Is this what happens when athletes honor their country?

"Back then, Liu Changchun should have dreamed of such a scene, but now, the opportunity is in his own hands." Zhang Peimeng said to himself secretly.

Collectivism is sometimes stress, but when the pressure turns into motivation, it can make people more focused and forgetful.

"On your marks!" As a professional athlete, Zhang Peimeng bowed his head skillfully and stepped on the starting block with both feet.

"Set!" He straightened his waist and made final preparations for starting.

"Snapped!"

"Game start!"

As soon as he started, Zhang Peimeng felt tremendous pressure. At this time, he was a little thankful that he was on the ninth road, otherwise the pressure from both sides would have been even greater.

And the one that gave him the most pressure was the red figure who was separated by a few lines!
Even at the start of the race, Su Feng directly gave him a feeling of faintly leading.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps.

With Zhang Peimeng's height, eight steps almost exceeded the distance of ten meters. At this time, except for Su Feng who could really pull half of his body away, he was not pulled away by others.

Ten meters, 20 meters, 30 meters.

With his height and speed, it was almost at this distance that he started to stand up and accelerate.

(End of this chapter)