Other staff on the scene rushed up and quickly checked whether the fallen athlete was injured.
As long as the fall in this kind of middle-distance running is not too violent, the average runner will choose to get up and continue running.
The game continues.
"How is it? Did Yingying fall?" Teacher Lu couldn't see through her presbyopia, so she grabbed He Xiangyu's arm and asked anxiously.
He Xiangyu's eyes desperately scanned the crowd to find Xie Wanying's figure, but: It's too difficult!
Why is it difficult? Because it's too messy.
The group of runners who ran out fell into a mess after a few falls, but the scene of grabbing the track did not stop because of this. Those who did not fall, or those who got up after falling, continued to compete for the track ahead, and no one was willing to fall behind a little bit. One can imagine the intensity of the women's 800-meter competition today. The audience was frightened by this scene, screaming one after another, mixed with the cheers for the contestants: acridine? Fall again
Before reaching a distance of less than 100 meters, the group fell for the second time.
Clap, bang, bang, wrestle, get out.
Crazy
The audience was not only hoarse, but their eyes were about to disappear.
What is the state of the horse? This is the women's 800-meter run, not the 100-meter run. Why is everyone running crazier than the 100-meter run
It shows that as long as half of the contestants are unwilling, the intensity of this competition can become fierce.
Tragic, tragic, tragic!
The anchor on the presidium jumped up, holding up the microphone and shouting loudly: "Quick, quick, quick—"
No matter who is yelling to be fast, the clear and brutal battle on the runway fully shows that today's results are about to die.
The announcer was like a gust of wind blowing out the flame of the 800-meter race, and the raging passion spread to the whole stadium in an instant.
Other games in progress seemed to be paused abruptly.
In the high jump competition, the referees, players and spectators all turned to look at the track.
Is that the competition that student Xie is participating in? Dai Nanhui, who was also in the game, was overwhelmed by the scene in front of him: This, this, this? Too hard
The desperate struggle of the contestants drove the enthusiasm of the audience to a straight line: fast, fast, fast—countless people followed the voice of the anchor and shouted for cheers.
Thousands of people shouted in unison, floating over the stadium, scaring away the birds in the air. Such enthusiasm, such a grand event, has never been seen before.
"Crazy, crazy—" Wei Tianlang said frankly of the race in front of him, "How can they run 800 meters as if they were 100 meters?"
What a joke. No one knows that the distance between 100 meters and 800 meters is very different, and it would be fatal to treat 800 meters as a 100-meter competition.
Is not it, look at the speed. Seeing the off-field referee look down at the beating numbers on the stopwatch every time, the eyeballs shrink a circle: this speed is really like a 100-meter run.
"Did Babaimi, a woman from the capital, become so crazy?" Wei Tianlang turned to ask the others, because he was afraid. This kind of game scene, he can swear that he has never seen it in any sports meeting he has ever seen.
This question needs to be asked to people in the capital.
Uncle Zhai, who is known for his gentleness and calmness, is a veteran who has participated in the most sports games in the capital. He was also stunned by the scene in front of him at this moment.
Except for him, there are many people in the capital with silly expressions.
The usual women's 800-meter race in their capital is definitely not like this.
Section Chief Zhang, who pointed at Cao Zhao’s nose, saw that there was another abnormality in the competition, and asked Cao Zhao, “Are there any students from the National Association of China in this competition?”