“On your marks!”

The sound of a ringside reminder to the players to take their positions sounded.

The night that had been the hottest since the start of the tournament was almost instantaneous.

A nervous crowd clasped their hands and even whispered prayers in their hands, this is Italy's best chance of winning another gold medal on Italian soil, and it could be won by the same competitor. Not only the spectators, but also those watching the live broadcast on Italian radio and television at this moment, seemed to be holding their breath in front of the TV, waiting for the gunfire of the match.

Ye Qin lightly made a belly jump on the spot, subconsciously wanted to look at the direction where Nie Fangping had been standing habitually on the sidelines, and soon turned his head again, gathered his spirit, exhaled a long breath, and followed the other runners, walked onto the starting line, leaned over and lowered his head, rubbed the pedals of the spikes and the running aid on his feet in a low voice, pressed his hands on the starting line, and made the final adjustment of the race money.

With the performance in the preliminaries and semi-finals, the Italian player Andrew Howe who played at home was strong, but the game has not started yet, no matter what kind of strength the opponent is, it will not be known until after the game.

“SET！”

The starter on the sidelines raised the starting pistol in his hand, and all eight runners changed from a squatting state to a ready to start at any time in an instant.

Syllable!

The guns rang out suddenly.

The almost dumb Karozecchini Olympic Stadium suddenly erupted like a volcano, and the frenzied atmosphere instantly erupted into the sky.

But the frenzied atmosphere lasted less than a second, and the boiling cheers of the audience turned into a long burst of boos and sighs.

Ye Qin slowly stopped, let out a long breath, and he felt several gazes around him inadvertently.

He ran away!

Soon the referee next to him walked up to him and held up a yellow card, which caused many spectators in the stands to boo.

In the men's sprint competition, the excitement was incomparably high, and it was obvious that the athletes and the spectators watching the race were interrupted by Ye Qin's rush to bring up the most nervous emotions.

In the central hospital of Grosseto, Nie Fangping looked at the camera on the TV screen and pointed the camera at Ye Qin, and for a moment he seemed to hear a few Italian shouts from the other patients and medical staff next to him.

"Coach Nie, is Ye Qin too nervous?"

Yu Zhengwei glanced at Ye Qin, who walked back to the starting line with an expressionless face on the TV screen, turned his head to look at Nie Fangping beside him, and asked in a low voice.

Nie Fangping's brows furrowed tightly, and the moment he saw Ye Qin rushing away, he suddenly felt a palpitation.

"It shouldn't be nervous!"

After more than a year of getting along day and night, his understanding of Ye Qin is already very clear, the larger the arena, the more Ye Qin can be stable, and it is definitely not because of nervousness.

Of course, this can also be absolute, because he was not there, Ye Qin suddenly felt the pressure of the game, and that was not possible.

But he prefers that Yechin may have deliberately rushed away.

He taught Ye Qin a lot of things, from training to warm-up, to various mental adjustments in the competition, but he was vaguely unable to grasp it, looking at Ye Qin's performance, he seemed to feel that he seemed to be deliberate.

On the sidelines, Zhou Bin also trembled slightly in his heart when he saw the referee holding up a yellow warning sign towards Ye Qin.

Ye Chin, what's wrong?

If Coach Nie wasn't there, Ye Qin felt a strange pressure?!

Last year's World Junior Championships, Nie Fangping was also not on the scene, but Ye Qin's mentality had been very calm at that time, today before the game, he did not go to Ye Qin's side to do pre-game mobilization and psychological comfort, he believed that Ye Qin even if he and Nie Fangping were not there, he could easily complete the pre-game preparations.

But at this time, after seeing Ye Qin rushing away, he still felt a little worried.

Walking back to the starting line, Ye Qin took two deep breaths in succession and quickly adjusted his mentality.

"It's not that simple!"

Ye Qin didn't pay too much attention to the yellow card given to him by the referee, and he was annoyed that his pressure gun tactics could not be implemented smoothly.

After last year's City Games, I learned the rushing tactics of other players, and at that time I felt that I should be able to apply them to my own competitions.

In China, he did not meet strong enough opponents in most of the competitions, and naturally did not use this tactic, but in this men's 200m race, Italy's Andrew Howe and South Africa's Leigh Julius have watched the game or played against each other in the semifinals of the preliminary round, and they all know that they are very strong.

Fang Cai's gun Ye Qin deliberately pressed the gun and tried it, but the result did not seem to be so satisfactory.

When Nie Fangping communicated with Sun Chaosheng to discuss training and competition skills, the two talked about the tactics of over-pressing the gun and running, in which Liu Yangyu has been able to do very well in this regard after training in one competition after another, and can often press the starting reaction time within 0.13 seconds, and occasionally even have a super high level of 0.10-0.12.

Of course, there will be fouls, but there is a chance to rush the violation, and even if you don't use it, it is likely that other players will use it.

After this shot, Ye Qin could obviously feel that the atmosphere in front of the starting line was much more solemn, and the tense atmosphere of the scene seemed to be interrupted by the dispersal, and the buzzing audience was obviously much louder. Although Ye Qin couldn't understand what they were saying, he could basically guess without asking.

However, Ye Qin does not care, the use of pressure gun tactics can greatly reduce the starting reaction time of athletes, especially for runners who have slow starting reaction and starting acceleration, which is a very effective tactic to create good results in the competition.

Although this time I didn't succeed in pressing the gun, I grabbed the foul and had a lot of pressure. But the pressure is not on him alone, it's also on the other seven players.

According to IAAF rules, as long as anyone rushes the second shot, whether it is himself or other athletes, he will be sent off the field.

In this case, he himself must pay attention to the start on the second shot, and the others must also be mentally motivated to prevent themselves from running.

Soon, the game started again!!

“On your marks!”

About a minute or two later, after a brief mental adjustment from the starting referee, the referee shouted the long-lost command again.

Ye Qin slowly walked to the starting line, this time his state of mind was quieter and more peaceful than Fang Cai.

He didn't want to try the second shot again, which would have worked well, but it was very risky, and it wasn't a strategy he was going to take.

Ye Qin's thought was very simple, just to run through his first shot, so that the other runners had to have scruples when they started, and they couldn't completely let go of the run.

In this way, as much as possible, he can offset some of his slow starting reaction and weak weaknesses in the first half, so that he will not be thrown away by others at the start moment, and his speed will not be able to catch up in the second half of the race. After all, the 200-meter race is not 400 meters, the distance is relatively short, and the second half of the race that he is good at may not have been fully developed, and other strong opponents have crossed the finish line.

“SET！”

The starter raised his starting pistol again.

The buzz and discussion on the sidelines, as well as the disgruntled boos and curses, had gradually fallen silent at this moment.

When the audience at the scene and in front of the TV saw the eight runners get up and change from squatting to starting position, everyone almost seemed to be immobilized, and there was no other movement, only a pair of fiery eyes staring at the starting line.

Syllable!

A crisp starting gun rang out.

The on-site commentator of the Italian radio and television station, almost like a football goal, suddenly raised his voice by eight degrees, and shouted "the game begins" from his throat in Italy.