Glenn Mills sat on a bench by the street, holding the newspaper in his hand and fanning it gently.

Kingston is between 20 and 30 degrees Celsius all year round, which is not very hot, but compared to Glenn Mills's somewhat bloated body, the vest is already soaked with sweat.

On the other side of the bench, the tall black boy sat slightly sideways, looking at the mottled streets of the city in the distance, with strange patterns and lines painted in various colors.

"VJ, have you improved your results lately?" Glenn Mills squinted his eyes and was silent for a long time before he spoke slowly.

"Yes, Coach." The black teenager didn't look back, and even though he knew that Glenn Mills wouldn't scold him, he was always a little ashamed every time he encountered such a situation. Some people are very self-conscious and are not afraid of your scolding and criticism, but they have no resistance to soft words.

"Have you heard how I became a coach?" Glenn Mills looked a little nostalgic.

"Got a little bit of it." The tall black boy's face froze a little.

"When I was 13 years old, I recognized that I didn't have a talent for sprinting, and you know how desperate I was. I'm the hardest trainer, I'm the most passionate about running, and I want to be an athlete. But after the first season, reality taught me that I couldn't be successful in sprinting. Are you wondering how I know? Hehe, look at my figure and you will understand.

I was disheartened, I couldn't race like Donald Qualley, and God closed one door for me and opened another door for me, which was to be a coach. That became my dream.

I still go to the track every day, but it's no longer training, it's watching how others train. Later, I was fortunate enough to start working as an assistant to other coaches, secretly learning various training methods, and I didn't give up even after I started working after graduating from high school. I became a coach at Cumberton School, got fired from classes, and then started a bootcamp.

Yousay, you know, I never went to any sports school, and I got to where I am today because of my own spirit of not giving up. If I had been addicted to fun, perhaps the Glenn Mills you see now is just one of the many ordinary old Jamaican men. Do you want to be a Jamaican farmer just like that? Like your father? In your spare time, you're chatting about cricket, football, oh, even sprinting, and you see that Asafa Powell has just become a national star again. ”

"Turn your head and look at me, Usain Bolt." Glenn Mills' voice was not loud, but it had a magical power to pull the young man who was on his side and turn around, looking at Glenn Mills with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You have the talent I could only dream of, and you're going to be a great athlete in the 200m and 400m to match Michael Johnson, but you have to work hard enough. Before you stood at the top of this world, you didn't squander your capital. There is no shortage of geniuses in this world! ”

Glenn Mills put down the newspaper in his hand and pointed to one of the pictures for the black teenager to see.

It was a group photo of the men's 200m champion, runner-up and third place in the Athens Olympics, standing in the center was Shaun Crawford, on the right was Bernard Williams, and on the left was Suzu in a red tracksuit.

"Coach, you really look like a father who enlightens his son!"

After staring at the pictures in the newspaper for a long time, the black boy raised his head and grinned.

Every time the fat old man in front of him found out that he was not serious about training, and found that he went to a nightclub, he would inevitably be nagged like this the next day. He occasionally rebels, but more often than not, he always feels that something in his heart is being teased again and again.

Glenn Mills also smiled, "In order to prevent you from continuing to mingle in the major night clubs in Kingston, let's go to New York." ”

"New York?" The black teenager wondered.

"Go to the game." Glenn Mills slowly stood up from the bench and looked at the teenager who was more than a head taller than him, "Your injury is still recovering, but it's time to warm up." ”

……

"Hey Tyson, well done!"

"Running too fast, Tyson!"

"You set a state record, it's the pride of our school!"

"Hey man, gotta say, you're doing fantastic. The 60-meter school record is now yours. ”

……

On the campus of the University of Kentucky, a well-proportioned black man had just walked into the school's track and field, and many people he knew and didn't know greeted him with bright smiles.

At the University of Kentucky, he was already a well-deserved sports star, helping the University of Kentucky track and field team win multiple NCAA men's outdoor track and field championships for several years in a row, and in terms of popularity, even compared to those who play football and baseball.

Passing through the outer area of the track, he quickly entered a track in the track, where a black man with many pigtails was practicing the start of the corner.

"Hey Tyson, you're late." The black man with many pigtails shouted at him.

"It's just the right time, wait for me to warm up." Tyson Gay grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

Wallace Spearmon, a black man with many pigtails, was his training partner who teamed up to win the 4×100m relay at the recently concluded NCAA Championships, setting a Kentucky state record of 38.49 seconds.

"Forget it, don't worry about it yet." Wallace Spearmon stopped training first, and instead leaned over to Tyson Gay and asked, "How did you think about what happened last time?" ”

"Become a professional athlete?"

"Of course." Wallace Spearmon rightfully said, "I've won two NCAA Championships 200m titles, rightly my scholarship, and now it's time to take that step, my brother."

You won the NCAA 100m last year, you ran 19.93 seconds in the 200m this year, and you're now eighth in the 100m and fourth in the 200m in the nation. Think of last year's Olympic champions, now there are ads all over them, and they're making a lot of money. ”

"You want to endorse ads too?" Tyson Gay asked with a smile.

"That's for sure." Wallace Spearmon replied with a smile, twisting his body as he spoke, "We're partners, we can shoot commercials together and hook up with sexy and hot female models." Hurry up and join the ranks of professional athletes, man. ”

"I am now."

Tyson Gay smiled and shook his head, he was two years older than Wallace Spearmon, already had a daughter, and his personality was calmer than his partner.

"Well done, buddy. I knew you were going to get this far. What's next? World Championships in Helsinki? ”

"Yes, the World Championship in Helsinki, I won't lose to you again."

Tyson Gay has his sights set on the Helsinki World Championships as the first major tournament of his career. He and Wallace Spearmon are training partners and will be competitors in the competition as well. In this year's 200m, he lost by 0.02 seconds, something that has always haunted him.

"However, before going to the World Championships in Helsinki, I'm going to go to Eugene to warm up."