When Farah looked up and looked ahead, he did not see Zhang Guan. Then he turned his head to the left. Zhang Guan was not found on the opposite track.
"Where did Zhang Guan go? There is no one in front of him or on the opposite side. Could it be that he gave up?" Farah began to speed up while thinking about it.
The race has already progressed to 8,000 meters, and athletes aiming for medals have begun to speed up the pace.
Entering the bend, Farah looked back. He originally wanted to pay attention to the position of the Bekele brothers, but not far from the rear of the large force, a tall figure came into Farah's sight.
He wears red sportswear, is of yellow race, and is taller than the average person. This is indeed too conspicuous.
"That's Zhang Guan!" Farah blinked, took another look, and finally realized that he was right.
"At the end of the team! Didn't Zhang Guan run to the front a long time ago? How could he be at the end of the team? Could it be that he was almost chasing a circle! How much ahead of me is he now? 1 minute? Or more than 1 minute? Still The race is about to end in five laps. Oops, if we don’t go faster, we won’t be able to catch up to the 1-minute gap!”
Farah suddenly became anxious when he thought of this. The rhythm of his feet was also a little chaotic, and it was unknowingly much faster than the normal rhythm.
In front of the TV, Sebastian, who was already drunk, waved his fists excitedly: "Farah is starting to speed up! Haha, Zhang Guan, you will be caught up by Farah soon! Let you just start running So fast, I don’t have the physical strength to sprint now! Well, by the way, where is Zhang Guan now?”
Sebastian burped and stared at the TV carefully, but could not find Zhang Guan.
The British are the hosts. Of course, the British broadcasters will give priority to showing the British players, so the camera is always focused on Farah and does not cut to anyone else.
On the TV screen, Sebastian was quite satisfied with the speed Farah showed.
"Yes, Farah is still accelerating. If he works hard, he might be able to run under 27 minutes! I remember the Olympic record is only 27 minutes and 01 seconds! Farah won the 10,000 meters with a breaking Olympic record Champion, add another gold medal to our British team, cheers!" Sebastian raised his glass in celebration in advance and drank it down in one gulp.
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During this lap, Farah was always paying attention to Zhang Guan's situation, and he found that Zhang Guan was not speeding up.
"Zhang Guan's physical strength shouldn't allow him to speed up! This is good news for me! As long as Zhang Guan doesn't speed up, I have a chance!" Farah thought to himself.
After another lap, Zhang Guan was still running at the original speed, and Farah could already see Zhang Guan's figure on the opposite track.
"Well done, we've made another step forward!"
At the 9,000-meter timing point, behind Farah, there were six other players who could keep up with his speed.
"There are still 1,000 meters left, sprint!" Farah quickened his pace again.
In the past, Farah might have started sprinting in the last 800 meters. However, this time, Farah chose to sprint in the last 1,000 meters. He wanted to catch up with Zhang Guan in the last two laps.
"Farah is speeding up! Is he going to sprint? Farah, come on!" As the commentator shouted, the British audience in the surrounding stands immediately began to boil.
There were 80,000 people in London's Olympic Stadium, and even half the British people cheering loudly. And this kind of cheering inspired Farah even more. At this moment, he felt that his whole body was full of strength!
"Zhang Guan didn't sprint! He really didn't have the energy to sprint. I have a chance! The Olympic gold medal! It must be mine!" Farah's blood suddenly boiled.
However, behind Farah, three people away, the former superstar Bekele's expression was solemn. At this time, he was also paying attention to Zhang Guan, but his view was completely opposite to Farah's. Farah only saw that Zhang Guan did not speed up, but what Bekele saw was that Zhang Guan did not slow down!
"It's still the same speed just now! Zhang Guan didn't slow down, he never slowed down! It was like this at 3,000 meters, like this at 4,000 meters, like this at 5,000 meters, 6,000 meters, 7,000 meters, and 8,000 meters. It’s all like this! Now that we’ve passed 9,000 meters, he’s still like this, still at the same speed! He’s keeping the same speed the whole way! How is this possible?”
Thinking of this, Bekele's eyes showed horror.
"Maintaining the same speed throughout the whole process only exists in theory. It is absolutely impossible to happen in actual competitions! The human body is not a machine, and the distribution of physical strength by athletes cannot be so precise! But Zhang Guan did it, He keeps running at the same speed all the time. Is this guy a robot? Only machines can control it so accurately!"
Ahead, Zhang Guan has already crossed 9,200 meters, which means he has the last two laps left before the finish line. The broadcaster finally gave Zhang Guan a shot. After all, he is the one in the lead. When entering the last two laps, there must be a shot, and it must also be accompanied by a subtitle of the last two laps to inform the audience in front of the TV that there is still time left in the game. The last two laps.
"Zhang Guan is here! Are there the last two laps left?" Sebastian finally saw the footage of Zhang Guan, and also saw the subtitle that said there were only two laps left.
Immediately afterwards, Sebastian glanced at the game time on the TV screen inadvertently.
24 minutes and 10 seconds!
"24 minutes and 10 seconds!" Sebastian burped again, then raised his head suddenly.
"24 minutes and 10 seconds! How is that possible!" Sebastian was mostly sober.
Zhang Guan still had the last 800 meters to go before the end of the race, and his time at this time was 24 minutes and 10 seconds.
Sebastian is the president of the IAAF after all, and is very sensitive to various data in track and field events. Of course, he also understands what it means to run 9,200 meters in only 24 minutes and 10 seconds.
"Zhang Guan ran 23 laps in only 24 minutes and 10 seconds? If he keeps running at this speed..." Sebastian's mind suddenly went blank.
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Farah was like a wild horse running wild, rushing forward wildly. With every step forward, the distance between him and Zhang Guan would shrink by one point.
"Farah, sprint! Sprint fast!" The commentator's shout seemed to be drowned out by the cheers on the scene, but for Farah, this was an inspiration and a hope.
Farah also crossed 9,200 meters.
"It's the last two laps!" Farah's eyes flashed. He had never been so persistent, and the cheers from the surrounding audience made Farah's condition even more intense.
"If I can refresh my personal fastest time today, I will definitely do it!"
Farah began to approach Zhang Guan at a speed that could be observed by the naked eye. He wanted to surpass Zhang Guan.
"Dong dong dong dong dong..."
Suddenly, a bell rang.
This is the bell that will ring when the leading athlete enters the final lap.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were turned to the finish line, where people saw Zhang Guan's figure.
But the sound of the bell was like a basin of cold water poured over Farah's head.
This is the cry of despair.
"Zhang Guan only has one last lap left!" Farah then noticed the gap between him and Zhang Guan.
The gap between them is indeed narrowing, but in terms of distance, it is still very huge. Farah only ran a third of the way through the penultimate lap, while Zhang Guan had already entered the final lap.
At this moment, Farah finally realized that he could not catch up with Zhang Guan in the last lap, and his hope was shattered in an instant.
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The speed shown by Farah at this time was indeed faster than that of Zhang Guan, but the cheers of the audience were getting smaller and smaller. The audience could see that the distance between them was really too big, even Farah He Zai ran desperately but could not catch up with Zhang Guan before the finish line.
There was an atmosphere of frustration in the audience seats facing the finish line. Zhang Guan is getting closer and closer to the key point, and is about to enter the final straight, while Farah is still far away from Zhang Guan.
Farah still worked hard, but this effort was in vain. Unless Zhang Guan suddenly fell to the ground before the finish line and collapsed, the outcome of the game was already doomed.
"Farah can't catch up!"
"I really didn't expect that Farah would lose the race. Will the new world long-distance running king lose like this?"
"The king of long-distance running in the world, and he competes locally, and it is an important event like the Olympics. He failed in the first game! This result, many people did not expect before the game."
"It's normal to lose games. Didn't Bekele lose once or twice during his heyday? Farah is still not up to Bekele's level. The key is that he actually lost to Zhang Guan , which I really didn’t expect.”
"At the beginning of the game, Zhang Guan was left behind by the rest of the group. I thought Zhang Guan was no longer eliminated, but I didn't expect that he made a big comeback. Not only did he take the first place, but he was also so far ahead. many."
"Six years ago, Zhang Guan dominated the sprint; four years ago, Zhang Guan dominated the middle-distance race; and today, he wants to dominate the long-distance race! From 100 meters to 10,000 meters, he can still win in such a big cross-distance race. To win the gold medal in the Olympics, only Zhang Guan can do it in this world!"
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Amid people's discussion, Zhang Guan rushed to the finish line.
The camera was completely focused on Zhang Guan. Under the spotlight, Zhang Guan crossed the finish line.
"We won! We won! Ouch..." Director Ma, the leader of the track and field team, shouted excitedly. Compared with the long jump gold medal not long ago, this 10,000-meter long-distance running gold medal made Director Ma feel more... excited.
I already won one Olympic gold medal in the long jump last time. The 10,000-meter Olympic gold medal has never happened before. This is another major breakthrough in the history of national track and field.
"Zhang Guan, good job!" Director Ma said normally, looking at Zhang Guan.
But Zhang Guan is still on the track, and he continues to run forward...
"Director Ma, look!" a voice next to him suddenly shouted.
"What are you looking at?" Director Ma didn't react for a moment.
"Look at the results! Competition results!" The man pointed to the timing display board at the finish line.
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