June 11, Gateshead International Stadium, United Kingdom.

Asafa Powell sat in a chair next to the check-in area with a towel over his face, his chest and abdomen heaving, and his breath short.

He had just warmed up on the track outside the track, and he ran several rounds, reflexing at the start, accelerating on the way, and in the second half of the overdistance, he did his best in every aspect.

It seemed like it had been a long time since he had taken a game so seriously.

Now, as soon as he closes his eyes, all that pops up in his mind are all kinds of questions from reporters.

"Asafa Powell, do you think you can break Suzu's world record?"

"Asafa Powell, your world record has only been held for less than a year, what do you think?"

"Now in the IAAF rankings, Su Zu has surpassed you and Gatlin, do you think there is still a chance to catch up with him?"

"Enough, damn it, enough for everything!"

Powell kept feeling a beast roaring inside him.

The agent told him that the negotiations for several commercial endorsements had reached an impasse, and the appearance fees for some games had also dropped, not to mention the loss of financial interests, that is, honors and titles, which he could not accept.

He didn't win an Olympic medal, he missed the World Championships, and he didn't have any commendable results in two of the biggest competitions in athletics.

Central American Games 100m champion, Commonwealth Games 100m champion, Jamaica national 100m champion, these, what's the use?!

One of his most important accolades, the men's 100m world record, was taken away from him, and it was only then that he realized that he really had nothing to achieve.

"Asafa, are you alright?" A voice came from the side.

Asafa Powell ripped off the towel covering his face and looked up at the person who spoke, Michael Flat, a Jamaican track and field sprint star of his age.

"It's fine." Powell shook his head, without the slightest expression on his face, but his tone was not intense.

"I just saw your muscles tense, I thought you had cramps." Michael Flatt laughed and said, "It's time to play." ”

"Okay." Powell nodded, got up from his chair, and moved slightly.

Indeed, as Michael Flatt said, he just fell into some unpleasant emotions, and his body unconsciously tensed, and his muscles swelled slightly at this time.

"By the way, Asafah, after this Grand Prix, I will go back to China to participate in the national championship, are you going to participate?" Michael Flatt and Powell stood side by side and suddenly asked in a whisper.

"Go ahead, man!" Powell patted Michael Flatt on the shoulder, "Take a Jamaican national championship, so you and your brother Lindell are the only brothers to win the national championship." ”

Michael Flatt smiled and said he was still somewhat sure of winning the Jamaica National Athletics Championships in June if Asafa Powell did not participate. Then he seemed to remember something, and then said: "Asafa, I believe that you will definitely regain the world record, Sue did not perform very well in the last Golden League in Oslo, you are our number one track and field star in Jamaica." ”

Asafa Powell's brows furrowed slightly, and he slowly replied, "No, I'm just for myself." ”

Born into a family of athletes, Powell has always been well aware that when the eyes of others are focused on him, he has to bear the expectations of these people, and he does not want to bear them.

Gateshead International Stadium is a large multi-purpose stadium with a capacity of tens of thousands of people, mainly hosting rugby and track and field matches.

When Asafa Powell stood on the field, he found that there were not many people in the seats around him, with less than 10,000 seats in large stadiums with tens of thousands of people, and many of the bleachers were empty.

Compared to the Golden League in Oslo, the Gateshead Grand Prix was undoubtedly far less crowded.

One is the level of competition specifications, although the Grand Prix is also one of the IAAF World Tour events, it is still worse than the Golden League and the Super Grand Prix.

And in this Grand Prix, there are not many heavyweight track and field stars who come. Su Zu did not participate in this Grand Prix, and the organizers' gimmick of wanting to create a 100-meter trapeze battle like Oslo is undoubtedly much weaker.

"It doesn't matter, it's enough to have these audiences."

Standing on the stadium's track, Powell has been gently moving his body and calming his breathing.

He remembers the previous world record at Gateshead Stadium very well.

On August 3, 1974, Brendan Foster set the men's 3000m world record for the first time here;

On July 2, 1995, Daniela Batova set a world record of 4.14 meters in the women's pole vault;

In 2003 and 2004, it was the era of Yelena Isinbayeva, who broke the world record in the women's pole vault twice at the stadium.

And today, and now, it's him, it's him, it's him, Asafa Powell!

His body has completely warmed up, the real activity has begun, and he also feels that the state of his whole body has been mobilized.

And the opponents around him, he didn't pay much attention.

His teammate Michael Flatt has improved rapidly in recent years, but he is far from a threat. The British side is mainly Jason Gardner, Mark Lewis Francis, and Nigeria's Orusoki Fasuba, although they have performed well, Powell is confident enough to win them.

In this one, he has only one goal.

“On your marks！” The referee's command with a strong British accent sounded.

Powell looked at the finish line in the distance and slowly walked onto the starting grid.

He's adjusted to his best, and compared to the game in Oslo, he feels like he's full of power at the moment.

“SET！”

Syllable!

A crisp match gun rang out.

The eyes of the 8,500 spectators at the scene were completely attracted by the sound of running on the field.

Due to the small number of spectators, almost most of the spectators sat on the side of the straight, which allowed for a better view of the race, especially the sprint sprint on the straight.

And now, a black figure on the runway was as fast as lightning.

In just the first 30 meters after the start, Asafa Powell was already ahead of all the competitors in a stunning position.

Almost all seven players on the field have been honed in various competitions, but at this moment, they can't help but be frightened by Asafa Powell's performance.

Jason Gardner has always been known for his fast start in the first half of the race, but in this race, he didn't play at all, and in just 30 meters, he was already opened by Asafa Powell by more than half a meter.

Forty meters, fifty meters, sixty meters......

This gap is getting wider.

After running forty meters, Mark Lewis Francis simply slowed down completely, he had already been taken out of rhythm and had no confidence to chase again.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the audience was able to watch the fastest sprinter on the planet perform at its best.

Ride the dust!

After 80 meters, all the competitors in the field have been pulled away by more than two meters, and it is almost unbelievable that such an absolute advantage is ahead.

For a while, some people even forgot to cheer and just stared blankly at the field.

The moment Powell crossed the finish line, the Gateshead International Stadium, with only 8,500 spectators, instantly set off a climax!

The clear Arabic numerals on the chronograph plate catch everyone's eye.

9.75 seconds!

Asafa Powell equals the world record!

Equalled the world record broken by Suzu in Doha last month!

When Asafa Powell crossed the finish line and saw the result appear, he roared in a rare madness.

Standing on the track, he slapped his chest hard, and loudly vented his excitement at the moment!

He is once again on top of the world in the men's 100 meters!

Although this time, there are two people!