Imperial Capital Field Management Center.

In the office, Yu Liwei and Feng Shuyong are negotiating the athlete training list for the Asian Games, and it is already May, and for track and field events, some events can already improve the schedule and start to prepare athletes.

After all, this year's national championships are in August, and some projects should be prepared early, and then it will be good to observe the effect of the training camp at the national championships and select the candidates for this Asian Games.

In order to cope with the Asian Games, this year's National Championships has also been postponed from the usual May and June to August, as the Asian Games trials.

Although the Asian Games is at the end of the year, but after the Asian Games, it will be 2007 soon, and the Olympic Games in 08 are getting closer and closer day by day, and the clockwork on everyone's body is also tightened day by day.

"The men's sprint Su Zu 100m and 200m should be able to win gold in the Asian Games, and Liu Yangyu's 110m hurdles are similar, and if there are no major injuries in Asia, there should be no problem." Feng Shuyong took a sip of the strong tea in the thermos cup in his hand, put down the cup and said to Yu Liwei.

"Well, we don't have to worry about these two in the Asian Games, and the last Asian Championships also showed that their current level is far higher than that of Asian players."

Yu Liwei nodded, and then said, "The main thing is to ensure the state, and we also have to reserve talents for the future." There is also a Shi Dongpeng in the 110-meter hurdles, but in the 100-meter and 200-meter events, there is a shortage of people now, and most of the players can't get into 10.20 seconds. ”

"How is Yang Guangzong, who trained in the United States, doing now?" Feng Shuyong suddenly remembered something and asked.

Yang Guangzong belonged to the Athletics Management Center and sent abroad for transfer training, and the leaders of the Athletics Management Center and the coaches of the track and field team basically knew the situation.

In the case of Su Zu at one or two hundred meters, Yang Guangzong couldn't get out without a special purpose, at most, like Shi Dongpeng, he was gradually shrouded by Liu Yangyu's aura.

"The effect should not be bad, the coach over there gave Yang Guangzong a long-term training plan, and Yang Guangzong was ruthless. Let's just look at the situation in the year after tomorrow, it's too early to recall him, which we left for the '08 Olympics. ”

"Alas, I hope this kid fights well, he is a potential one. Now it's just to see if there can be more stable people in other sports, and I'm not too worried about the Asian Games, mainly because of the Olympics. If Su Zu and Liu Yangyu don't play well, maybe we may have zero eggs in track and field events at home. ”

Domestic track and field events are now generally weak, except for the men's sprint and sprint with Su Zu and Liu Yangyu. Even in long-distance running and race walking, they have the strength to win medals, but if they want to win gold, it is not easy to say. For example, in other women's shot put and hammer throw, there are several athletes who have performed well, but there is a certain gap from the top level.

"It's a record-breaking! It's a record-breaking! ”

A loud roar of excitement suddenly came from the hallway outside the door.

The two who were really thinking about the plans for this year's various competitions were interrupted.

Yu Liwei frowned slightly, he had already heard whose voice it was, and he just got up and was about to open the door and go out to see what was going on. There was a thud, and the door to the office was pushed open.

"Xiao Zhou, what's going on?" Yu Liwei scolded in a low voice, and what walked in was a young man in a white shirt, who was one of his newly selected assistants, a junior nephew of his old acquaintance Director Zhou, a young man who was usually quite stable, and he didn't know why he was babbling today.

"Coach Feng, Coach Yu, it's a record, it's a record!"

Zhou Li's face turned a little red, and he shouted at the two of them excitedly.

"What is a record, Xiao Zhou, you make it clear." Feng Shuyong made a reassuring gesture and motioned for Zhou Li to speak clearly.

"Suzu, Suzu ran 9.77 seconds in the Doha Super Grand Prix, breaking the men's 100m record!"

Bang, with the sound of a chair moving, Feng Shuyong stood up suddenly, as if because the range of action was too great, he also knocked over the thermos cup on the table.

Tea spilled all over the table, unnoticed.

……

In a private gym, the walls are lined with huge car tires, ranging from small family cars to half-height truck tires.

Each tyre has a barb tied up with a strong rope, which is obviously not used for tire changes, but as a towing weight for training.

In front of the tires are all kinds of fitness equipment, treadmills, leg presses, barbells, dumbbells and more.

As the music of the song "Murder She rote" and the rhythmic rap sound sounded briskly, a black man with a bright head stood in front of a barbell, doing strength training.

Snatch, jerk, deadlift, squat, every time a strength workout is completed, a stout black man next to him who is responsible for protection and assistance runs up to replace the barbell plate.

While the blacks were training in groups, the two blacks swayed from side to side to the rhythmic music.

At the end of another set of strength training, Asafa Powell let out a long breath and felt his body swell and sore, which he enjoyed and was obsessed with.

"Hey, Asafa doesn't quite like your style of training so hard." The black man, who writhed to the music, grinned and threw Asafa Powell a towel.

"I'm a sprint genius." Powell wiped the sweat off his head with a towel, smiled and said to the black man next to him, and his body gently swayed to the sound of the music, "However, if you want to break the record, you can't be too lazy." ”

"Haha, Asafah, you are already the most talented of our brothers, the fastest man in the world." The stout black man joked happily with Powell.

Asafa Powell came from a family of athletes, and his entire family was mostly track and field athletes. His father clocked 100.2 yards and his mother 11.4 seconds, and his eldest brother Donovan was the 60m champion at the 1999 World Indoor Athletics Championships.

Born in such a family of top athletes, you can imagine how strong Lao Bao's talent is.

When Powell was interviewed when he broke the world record in 2005, he said it was easy to say when asked how he broke the world record.

"I'm just a sprinter and I broke the world record without much training. Sprinting does require talent, and I'm a lazy person myself. ”

But in the face of the outside media, after all, there is not much to train Asafa Powell in private.

Jamaican track and field athletes are playful and love to enjoy, and there is no shortage of fragrant car beauties, Powell, but they have not let go of private training. I've been thinking about breaking my own world record this year.

Only the results can be exchanged for a lot of votes.

Powell is well aware of this, and the time of 9.77 seconds is still not very secure. In last year's Grand Prix, Su Zu had already run 9.79 seconds, and Gatlin also ran 9.80 seconds, both of whom were strong challengers to his first place.

Moreover, he feels that 9.77 seconds is not the limit, and he has every chance to run better. This is a top athlete's knowledge and feeling of their own limits.

After largely recovering from last year's thigh strain, his comeback at this year's Commonwealth Games was not too good, with a final time of 10.03 seconds, followed by Nigeria's Olusoki Fasuba in 10.11 seconds and Trinidad and Tobago's Mark Burns in 10.17 seconds.

"I should work harder on this year's Golden League."

While wiggling his body to the music, he was thinking about the schedule of this year's competition.

The IAAF Golden League is undoubtedly a good competition, this competition is not too stressful, it doesn't matter much if you win or lose, and the prize money is relatively large.

At this moment, in the sound of light music, a crisp mobile phone ringtone.

Asafa Powell pointed to the gym equipment around him and turned to the black guy who was twisting his body, "Clean up." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked to the bar next to him, turned off the music, and picked up his phone from his seat.

The cell phone caller ID is his agent.

"Hi, Terry." Powell opened his mouth to say hello.

"Asafa, your record has been broken." A voice on the other end of the phone said very urgently.

"What?!" Asafa Powell's eyes widened, "Who and who did it?" ”

The voice on the phone paused, seemed to swallow his saliva, and continued: "Sue, he ran 9.75 seconds in the Doha Super Grand Prix, and in this race, Justin Gatlin also ran 9.77 seconds, both of them broke your record, and Nigeria's Olusoki Fasuba, who also ran 9.85 ......seconds."

Syllable!

The phone falls to the ground.

Asafa Powell stood still, not listening to his agent's back at all.

"Asafa, what's wrong?" The black guy who was cleaning up the gym looked over and asked.

"No need to clean up."

"What?"

"I said I don't need to clean up, I'll continue to practice two more sets."