Entrance to the Arkansas State Penitentiary.

A middle-aged black man with an old face carrying a rucksack glanced back at the prison gate once more and slowly walked out of the road outside.

It's cold all the way.

The Arkansas Penitentiary, which is notoriously unpopulated two or three kilometers from the prison, has been reduced to a daily trip after last year's documentary titled "The Eight Elements: Dirty Blood from the Arkansas Penitentiary."

Instead of waiting at the bus stop on the road at the door, the middle-aged black man carried his backpack and swayed slowly towards the road ahead.

After being trapped in the high wall for a long time, he suddenly lost the shackles of that cage, and even if he was just walking on the highway at this moment, he felt a kind of pleasure when he looked at the open and desolate scene.

It's just that in this layer of happiness, there is a faint sense of loss.

"The sun shines on his shoulders, like a free man."

Lance-Blaumann glanced up at the vast sky and muttered a line from a movie he had seen.

Compared to most blacks, he is the kind of person who is highly educated and clear-headed.

He worked as an athlete as a young man and later became a certified track and field coach, coaching at Barton College, the University of Arkansas and Fayetteville University.

Although the economy is not very affluent, it actually reaches the level of the average middle class in the United States.

And as an excellent track and field coach, the reason why he went to prison is actually very simple.

At that time, many of the athletes he coached were young black people from the lowest social level, living in various complex neighborhoods, and if they did not operate illegally, and helped these people obtain credit and scholarships that they were not eligible for, I am afraid that many talented seedlings would not wait for the day when they could start their careers, and they would have degenerated into street gangsters, continuing to repeat the cycle of no future in the quagmire.

It's a pity that life is not a movie.

It will not be found not guilty by the court because he has good intentions.

Let alone...... Lance Brauman sighed lightly, he wasn't a saint when he swindled his athletes out of a lot of extra credits and scholarships from various universities through various means.

So in the face of the original ten-month sentence, and even another year later, he had nothing to complain about.

It's just that looking at the empty highway at the moment, my heart is a little melancholy. Two years is probably enough time for the athletes he once coached to forget about them.

Horn!

As Lance Brauman was walking down the street, he was a little distracted, when suddenly a car horn sounded behind him.

A Chevrolet SUV slowly came to a halt beside him.

"No ride, thank you!"

Lance-Brauman waved his hand and ignored the car next to him.

He didn't have the idea of a ride, he just wanted to take a breath and take a good walk along the highway to think about the next step in his life after he got out of prison.

"The nearest town is four miles away, may I suggest you think again?"

The passenger glass of the Chevrolet SUV slowly lowered, and a slightly shrill and hoarse voice came out of the car.

Lance Blaumann froze in an instant, turned his head sharply to look out of the car, and through the glass lowered by the passenger seat, he saw a man with the shape of a cheetah.

"Tyson?!"

Brauman screamed almost immediately, and without thinking too much, he just opened the passenger door and got into the car directly.

Tyson Gay looked at the middle-aged black man who opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, and a bright smile appeared on his usually serious and silent face, "Long time no see, Coach Brightman." ”

"Long time no see, Tyson!"

Brauman was slightly emotional, although he also provided a lot of training plans and arrangements for Tyson Gay in prison, but that was in 05 and 06, when Tyson Gay was just beginning to show his mark in world athletics, and now, Tyson Gay is already the leading sprinter in the United States, no matter how he is, he doesn't think that Tyson Gay will be willing to come to him as a former coach.

Yes, Tyson Gay has found a new coach, Jon Drummond, and he already knew about it when he was in prison watching sports news. Jon Drummond, the first batter of the relay team at the Sydney 2000 Olympic Games, is known for his quick start reactions. This is a weakness that Tyson Gay needs to make up for, although Tyson Gay is only 1.80m tall, but he has excellent ability in the middle and second half of the game, and once Brauman wanted him to specialize in the 200m and 400m, and become a competitor like Michael Johnson.

After all, in the 200m and 400m compared to the men's 100m dash, Brauman had thought Guy would be more competitive.

However, after he was imprisoned, Tyson Gay switched to the men's 100m and achieved great success, which can be said to be far more than he began to expect.

"Lance, I want you back!"

The Chevrolet SUV started again, Tyson Gay looked at the road in front of him, and suddenly said: "This year is the Olympics, the challenges and opponents I face are too strong, Millyllos Gatlin set a new personal best record in the 60m Indoor Championships, Powell won the men's 60m championship at the World Indoor Championships, and Sue, Bolt, and Spearmon, they are all my opponents, Lance, I need you to come back and retrain me." ”

Lance-Brauman was slightly silent, although the prisons in Aksas are notorious, many times the inmates in the prison are still able to learn a lot about the outside world, especially some sports games and news.

Justin Gatlin, the leading figure of the latest generation of American sprinters before the rise of Tyson Gay, was the successor to the Olympic victory over Maurice Green.

As for Guy, many people saw his rise as a result of Gatlin's ban, and until the 2007 World Championships in Osaka, the headline in the media was still "Tyson Gay Walks Out of the Gatlin Shadow and Loses".

As for Powell and Suzu, it goes without saying that as a track and field coach, he has never left out information about the two of them in the limited information he has access to.

"Tyson, you've got a coach. Jon Drummond did a great job, I watched the video of your race last year and your running skills have improved a lot compared to before, and that's a credit to him. ”

There was a long silence before Lance-Braumann spoke slowly.

Crunch!

The screeching sound of brakes sounded.

Tyson Gay pulled over the car on the side of the road, turned his head to look at Lance Blauman, who had been in prison for more than a year, and said in a sincere and serious tone: "Lance, my coach, I really need your help. Jon is a great coach and I didn't think about sacking him. But I need your help too. ”

"I know what you're worried about, I'm not giving you a job, but because you already have this ability, and I wouldn't be where I am today without your years of training and guidance for me. All the achievements I have achieved now are based on what you have laid for me. You and Jon and I need the best training plan for the Olympics to be in shape and not be distracted by injuries. ”

In the car, the two were silent for a while.

Lance Blauman leaned back in his seat, his eyes looking through the window into the distance.

The first time the two met in 2000, Tyson Gay was a high school student at Lafayette High School, and Lance Brauman had been convincing Guy to go to Barton College and become an athlete under him after he had accidentally watched one of his high school games. After that, he was hired by the University of Arkansas as a track and field coach, and Tyson Gay followed him all the way to the University of Arkansas.

The two have worked together for five years and can be said to be the most familiar with each other.

"Okay, Tyson, I promise you."

Lance-Braumann let out a long breath, "You're the best athlete I've ever had, and the most accomplished one. I also hope that you can go one step further and become an Olympic champion with a world record. You have such talents, you have such strength, and what I have to do is teach you how to use them properly. ”

"Thank you, thank you, Coach! Welcome back! ”

Tyson Gay tapped the steering wheel lightly, and the honk and laughter rang out at the same time.

The car started again, and Tyson Gay looked at the winding road ahead, and couldn't help but remember seeing Suzu speak in the media about winning the Laureus Athlete of the Year.

"Sue, you are waiting for us in the Bird's Nest, and I, I will definitely go!"