Gebre Meskel withdrew from the title race and the leading trio became the leading duo.
At the moment Gebremeskel was thrown away, deafening shouts erupted from the audience.
"Farah, come on, you must defeat Zhang Guan!"
"Farah, it's up to you to get this gold medal!"
"Farah, you are a warrior of the British Empire, you must kill Zhang Guan!"
"Come on, Farah, for the sake of the British Empire, you must win!"
Tens of thousands of spectators at the scene applauded and shouted thunderously.
At this moment, Farah was inspired as never before.
"Oh my God! The whole audience is looking at me, they are shouting for me, they are cheering for me!" Farah subconsciously glanced in the direction of the auditorium.
"Oh! The man in the stands seems to be David Beckham! Is he here too?"
"Is he the mayor of London next to him? I remember meeting him before!"
"There are other celebrities, and they're all cheering me on!"
Farah felt that he had never received such attention and he became the hope of the British.
"Beat Zhang Guan! As long as I defeat Zhang Guan and get this gold medal, I will be the hero of the entire UK. I can get everything I want!" At this time, Farah felt that his heart was already filled with hope, and he seemed to have forgotten Although he was tired, he only had one belief in his heart, and that was to defeat Zhang Guan!
Crossing the finish line again, there were only two laps left in the race. The distant light shone on Farah and in Farah's eyes, blocking his sight for a moment. He seemed to feel that it was the dawn of victory.
At this moment, Farah seemed to see that he was standing at the highest point of the medal podium; he seemed to see the gold medal hanging around his neck; he seemed to see the British flag rising slowly, and beside his ears The one that lingers is the song "God Save the Queen."
The picture in Farah's mind suddenly changed. He felt that he was surrounded by a crowd. The people around him lifted him above their heads, cheering for him. They called him the hero of the British Empire!
The picture in Farah's mind changed again. He came to a magnificent palace. There was a long red carpet in front of him. He walked to the end of the red carpet, where there was a red kneeling mat. Farah knelt down. He lowered his head and kissed the ground. At this time, Her Majesty the Queen had appeared in front of him, ready to award him...
The next second, Farah's thoughts returned to the court and reality.
However, he found that the distance between Zhang Guan and himself seemed to have widened.
"What's going on? Has Zhang Guan become faster again?"
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Zhang Guan uses the fixed-speed running skill, so of course he won't get faster. It was Farah who actually slowed down.
Farah is stronger than Gebremeskel, but not by much. Gebremeskel has been thrown away, and of course Farah cannot continue to follow him. He only lasted more than 200 meters longer than Gebremeskel.
"Follow up! You must keep up!" Farah kept saying to himself, but his feet slowed down uncontrollably.
"I can't keep up!" Farah watched Zhang Guan go away.
"Everything that happened just now was just a dream!" At this moment, Farah would rather stay in the sweet dream just now than wake up.
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"Hey..." The audience at the scene let out bursts of disappointed cries. In the end, Farah failed to meet people's expectations. He was left behind by Zhang Guan.
"Farah lost again!"
"Zhang Guan stole another gold medal from our British team!"
"There's really no one left to stop him."
The mood of unwillingness to be disappointed pervaded the entire audience.
But the last ring of reminder bells rang in Zhang Guan's ears.
"There's still one last lap!" Zhang Guan knew that the championship was close at hand.
300 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters, Zhang Guan entered the final straight sprint.
Cross the finish line!
However, the scene only recalled sparse applause and cheers. As the public enemy of Britain, at least the British audience at the scene did not want to see Zhang Guan win the gold medal, especially when the British team snatched the gold medal.
"Look! 12 minutes and 33 seconds! Zhang Guan broke the world record again!"
"The 5,000-meter world record should be Bekele's 12 minutes and 37 seconds! It's unbelievable that Zhang Guan improved this world record by a full 4 seconds."
"No wonder Farah lost to Zhang Guan. This is a new world record! It is normal for Farah to lose."
"From 100 meters to 10,000 meters, Zhang Guan has won Olympic gold medals in every Olympic event in between, and is a world record holder! The running king, he is the real running king!"
"100 meters, 200 meters, 400 meters, 800 meters, 1,500 meters, 5,000 meters, 10,000 meters, seven world records, it's terrible, it's really terrible!"
"Six years ago, Zhang Guan dominated the sprint; four years ago, Zhang Guan dominated the middle-distance running; and this year, Zhang Guan dominated the long-distance running! No one has ever done it like Zhang Guan, and I believe no one will be able to do it in the future. You have achieved this!"
"Although Zhang Guan stole another gold medal from our British team, I have to admit that Zhang Guan is the greatest athlete in the world!"
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On the evening of August 11, London time, Zhang Guan won the men's 5,000-meter gold medal at the London Olympics with a world-record-breaking result. This was also his ninth gold medal at the London Olympics.
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In a house in the suburbs of London, Sebastian was lying on the floor, leaning against the sofa, holding a wine bottle in his hand. He was extremely drunk.
This morning, Sebastian received a phone call from the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister hopes that Sebastian can voluntarily resign as chairman of the London Olympic Organizing Committee.
Sebastian had already guessed that this day would come. He originally thought that he would have to wait until the London Olympics was over, so that he would look more dignified in resigning. However, he never expected that before the London Olympics was over, he received this message. A phone call.
More importantly, after discussion, the big shots in Downing Street asked Sebastian to resign before the closing ceremony of the Olympic Games!
As the chairman of the Olympic Organizing Committee, he had to resign before the Olympics was over. This was really a humiliation for Sebastian.
Tomorrow night, the London Olympics will hold its closing ceremony, and Sebastian will only have one daylight.
Therefore, Sebastian chose to get drunk tonight. He didn't want to go to the bar, and he didn't want people to see his ugly appearance. He chose to stay at home, close the door, open a few bottles of wine in his living room, and then drink them all.
"First of all, I want to thank Mr. Sebastian, the chairman of the IAAF and the chairman of the British Olympic Organizing Committee..." The TV reminded me of Zhang Guan's post-match interview again. He had just won the 5,000-meter gold medal.
"Mr. Sebastian, Chairman of the British Olympic Organizing Committee? From tomorrow, I will no longer be!" Sebastian couldn't hold the bottle anymore. He could only let the bottle fall to the ground and then roll to the ground. corner, while spilling the wine inside on the stall.
"Zhang Guan, you win!" Sebastian sighed softly.
The second chapter is delivered, and the plot of the London Olympics will end tomorrow. Ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket!
(End of chapter)