"Fifth trial jump, abstain!" Li Dai said directly without raising his head.
Fang Haiquan gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to play.
If it had been an unfamiliar coach, with Fang Haiquan's stubborn temper, he might have kicked him away. But the opponent was Li Dai, who was Fang Haiquan's first coach after he became a professional athlete. Out of awe and respect for Li Dai, Fang Haiquan could only endure it.
"Hai Quan, I still remember that when I first met you, you told me that you liked long jumping and the feeling of flying in the air." Dai Li said and raised his head: "Now, your goal has been achieved Now, you have become a professional long jumper and entered the national team. You do long jump every day, do you ever feel bored?"
Fang Haiquan thought for a while and said: "Sometimes, I feel a little boring. It is indeed boring to dance and dance every day. But in the national team, everyone is like this."
"Yes, everyone in the national team works hard, and everyone is eager to win and win the championship!" Dai Li paused, then asked: "Haiquan, do you want the championship?"
"Think!" Fang Haiquan did not hesitate.
"Why?" Li Dai continued to ask.
Fang Haiquan did not speak. He could not answer the question. He had never thought about why he wanted to fight for the championship.
"Can't you answer?" Li Dai changed his voice and asked: "Do you still remember that Provincial Youth Games? You defeated Yang Gang in the last trial jump and won the championship. That feeling must be wonderful, right? ?”
"Now, you only have one last trial jump left. Just like the Youth Games at that time, your opponent is also in the lead." Dai Li's massaging movements on his hands had stopped, and he continued: "Do you like That feeling of flying in the air, but what you should enjoy more is the sense of accomplishment of surpassing your opponents! Think about it, when you defeat one powerful opponent after another, will you feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction in your heart? ? Think about it, doesn’t it feel wonderful when you stand at the top of the podium?”
"Sometimes you don't need a reason at all to pursue victory." As Li Dai said, he picked up a bottle of cold aerosol analgesic and sprayed it on Fang Haiquan's leg.
"Okay, go ahead and prepare for the last trial jump to surpass your opponent!" Li Dai pulled Fang Haiquan up from the ground and watched Fang Haiquan walk to the preparation area.
"Go fly!" Dai Li murmured to himself.
…
Sardo stood in the running area for the sixth time.
He seemed relaxed and excited. He forced himself to look serious, but his expression still couldn't hide the joy of victory deep in his heart.
With a score of 8.11 meters, Sardo still ranked first, and this was the last trial jump. None of the six people in front could surpass him. Sardo believes that the long jump gold medal has been obtained.
As for Fang Haiquan, who appeared last in line, he had long been selectively forgotten by Saldo. Fang Haiquan has abstained from three consecutive trial jumps. Saldo believes that Fang Haiquan has given up the game.
"As long as I complete this jump, the championship will be mine!" Sardo held his breath and concentrated, and then began to accelerate.
Taking off, flying, and landing, the whole set of movements was completed in one go. Sardo landed firmly on the eight-meter mark. Although this trial jump did not break the best score of 8.11 meters, it was still a successful trial jump.
After walking out of the sand pool, Sardo raised his hands and began to celebrate. At the same time, the audience at the scene also let out deafening cheers.
"Thank you! Thank you everyone!" Sardo looked happy. He did not expect that the audience would be so enthusiastic and congratulate him in such a warm way on winning the championship.
Sardo had a winner's smile on his face and waved to the audience. At the same time, he was also preparing to strike a more handsome pose, waiting for reporters to come forward and take photos.
However, what surprised Saldo was that the reporters were still standing in the interview waiting area, and no one rushed forward.
"These reporters are so unprofessional. Don't they know now that they should come to take photos of the champion and interview the champion?" Sardo complained in his heart, while turning around and waving to the audience on the other side.
Just when Sardo turned around, he saw another athlete standing in the long jump approach area.
"It's him, the guy who was injured in the second try. Why is he back again! Shouldn't he have withdrawn from the competition?" Sardo's expression suddenly solidified.
At this time, Sardo finally understood why the audience gave out such cheers and applause like a roaring tsunami. They were not celebrating their own victory, but celebrating the return of the host country's players to the competition. Those reporters didn't come forward to take pictures because the game wasn't over yet.
"So what if you're back? You only have one last trial jump left, and you're still injured. You have no chance." Sardo curled his lips disdainfully.
…
The return of an injured athlete who was helped off the field was worthy of everyone's applause. What's more, Fang Haiquan was also the host player, which made the audience at the scene even more enthusiastic.
Standing on the track in the approach area, listening to the crazy shouts from the audience around him, Fang Haiquan suddenly felt a sense of responsibility.
"They are cheering for me, they are encouraging me!" Fang Haiquan subconsciously looked at the score board next to him, and the top score of 8.11 meters came into his eyes first.
"The sense of achievement of surpassing the opponent!" Fang Haiquan suddenly felt that he really had a strong sense of expectation in his heart.
"I insist on returning to the competition just to surpass him! Just to surpass everyone!" At this moment, Fang Haiquan's eyes were full of determination.
He started running, as if he was not affected by the leg injury at all. In fact, Fang Haiquan had forgotten about his leg injury at this time.
His feet were on the springboard, and when the referee raised the white flag, he was already in the air.
At this time, Fang Haiquan seemed to really fly like a bird.
In this jump, Fang Haiquan used all his strength;
This jump also stimulated Fang Haiquan's full potential.
"Fly!" Dai Li sighed silently in his heart again, and his face was full of expectation.
Tens of thousands of eyes at the scene were all staring at Fang Haiquan, but what was reflected in Fang Haiquan's eyes was the blue sky.
"The sky is so beautiful!" Fang Haiquan's mood suddenly calmed down. This is the feeling of flying in the air, which is his favorite feeling.
The next moment, his eyes looked forward, and the corner of his eye happened to fall on the eight-meter mark next to the sand pool.
"I'm going to fly over!" Fang Haiquan only had this belief left in his heart, and he began to stretch his legs forward hard.
"I can fly further!" Fang Haiquan controlled the balance of his body and wanted to stay in the air as much as possible.
Finally, Fang Haiquan landed, leaving a clear trace in the sand pool.
"How is it?" The coaches of the national team stretched their heads and looked at the traces in the sand pool.
"Above 8.10 meters! There is a chance!" The long jump coach was the first to roar.
The surveyor quickly announced the results. Fang Haiquan's jump score was 8.13 meters.
"8.13 meters, we win, we win! Haiquan wins! The last jump is the winner!"
…
"Kill!" This word came to Sardo's mind, and he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
One minute he was celebrating his victory, and a minute later his gold medal had turned into silver.
Fang Haiquan looked at the scoreboard beside the field. The top score had changed from Saldo's 8.11 meters to his own 8.13 meters.
"Coach Li is right, surpassing the opponent is really a sense of accomplishment!"