When Lu Wei's last shot appeared on the big screen, the audience was first amazed, and then boiled again. Lu Wei roared like a mad beast, and then hit himself in the chest with his right fist.

The mood of the home crowd is very mixed, they have been booing Lu Wei since the start of today's game, but as Lu Wei's results are getting better and better, their emotions are also transforming. Only a small number of people were still booing Lu Wei, and the rest of the people returned to a neutral state.

Most of the Japanese spectators at the scene were track and field fans who knew what 22 meters meant for an athlete.

Accompanied by the commentary of the commentator Yang Li who was confused and excited, sometimes high, sometimes choked, sometimes depressed, and sometimes released, Lu Wei indulged in the broadcast screen.

He has torn his shirt and is still waving his arms to the audience, and the scene and narration are too explosive. Even a person who doesn't understand sports will be infected and feel excited.

Mother Lu's eyes were full of tears, and she understood that under great pressure, a person would only have such a crazy reaction after success. She believes that even if it is herself, it is difficult to keep a calm mind when the audience boos together. Her son did it when he was less than 20 years old, and she was very relieved and distressed to see Lu Wei's growth.

Dad Lu took a sip of tea, and the tea was filled with a stainless steel cup, which was a bit old and used by Dad Lu for many years. Maybe it was because I didn't have the financial conditions to eat too much sugar when I was a child, and many people in Lu's father's generation like to put a lot of sugar when drinking tea, and this kind of tea basically can't drink much of the taste of tea, and it is completely sugar water.

Despite this, Dad Lu still loves tea with such a taste, maybe this way he can firmly grasp the past in his hands.

When I watched Lu Wei's game, I didn't add water, and I drank it until the bottom of the cup, and the sugar was precipitated at the bottom of the cup, and the heavy sweetness made Lu's father come back from his contemplation: "My son has made achievements, we should be happy, see that our emotions are so deep." ”

"Audience friends, whether Lu Wei can win the championship depends on the performance of Huo Fa's last throw, no matter what the final ranking is, Lu Wei's performance will be recorded in the history of Chinese sports, and now Lu Wei is only the last obstacle from being a god!" Yang Li adjusted his mood and continued to explain the last shot.

Hoffa slowly walked to the center of the throwing arc, and Lu Wei's heart almost collapsed when his sixth throw appeared. He almost squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, and just when he subconsciously held his hands on his head, he forced himself to cheer up.

At this time, just like the kickboxing competition you once participated in, once you have a mental breakdown, no one will sympathize with you, and the opponent will keep attacking your head until you are unconscious, and the referee will come up and call a stop. It's like your life is in the hands of an opponent who can kill you at any moment, both humiliating and frustrating.

Hofa finally adjusted his emotions as he stood in the middle of the arc with his chest up, moved his arms, and then clamped the lead ball to his chin, bent his knees, and twisted his upper body slightly in reverse.

The big moment finally came, Hoffa stomped his left foot on the ground, then switched to his right foot as a shaft, and after switching back to his left foot, he stuck his left foot on the baffle. This arc with a diameter of 2.135 meters is the last battlefield of Hoffa, the rotation is in place, and then the shot, the coach said that he is shorter than others, and the angle of pushing out is about 35 degrees to 40 degrees.

Shot, Hoffa roared, his eyes fixed on the shot put and refused to let go.

Lu Wei stood up, judging with his naked eye, the shot put thrown by Hoffa was almost in the same position as the shot he had just thrown. The crowd exclaimed, and then the entire arena fell silent as everyone waited to see the result of Hoffa's final throw.

The two outfield referees were much more cautious in locating the spot this time than before, and they only began to measure the drop point after they reached an agreement.

The referee presses an electronic device similar to a small stick to the point where the shot put falls closest to the direction of the throwing arc, and then presses the measuring instrument, and the data displayed by the instrument will be displayed on the electronic screen at the same time.

After Hofa's results were displayed on the big screen, the audience was boiling, but the Chinese track and field team was quiet, Liu Feiren held his head, he didn't believe the appearance of this scene: "It's too cruel!" It's cruel! Won Lu Wei 3 cm, what a pity! ”

Hoffa's throw was 22.04m, and he used his only chance to beat Lu Wei in the final moments.

Seeing this result, Hoffa fell to his knees excitedly, and he held his head in his hands and cried. It was also his first time winning the World Championships, and after experiencing the ups and downs, he finally couldn't restrain his mood and burst into tears.

"Today's game is a real pinnacle battle, it is rare to see the two best players in such an important game can create their best results, especially Lu Wei's performance in today's game as if the Asian record is nothing, which completely shows the strength of this young man, there is no loser in today's game, Huo Fa and Lu Wei will be remembered by everyone!"

In Yang Li's commentary, Lu's mother wiped her tears with a tissue: "The sports competition is so cruel, the championship that was already in my hand just now was snatched away in a few seconds!" ”

"If he gets all the honors he deserves at the age of 19, then what does life mean to him after that. I don't think this result is bad, young people, always have to hone and hone, if he has the strength, the championship will always be brought back! Father Lu smiled and enlightened Mother Lu, he was also very sorry in his heart, but decades of experience made him learn to look at things open-mindedly.

On the shot put field, the other athletes came over to shake hands with the two men. Lu Wei was also a little depressed after seeing the result of Hoffa's last shot, but with his current state, this result is already his limit. Losing the game is not as good as others, and I am not too frustrated.

After Hoffa finished crying, his emotions calmed down. Only he and Lu Wei were the only ones on the field who had not communicated, and this time both of them walked over to each other, holding each other's hands and then hitting their chests.

"Dude, I'm underestimating you, you're really good, it's just that I have to win today's championship, no one can despise me anymore from today, I've gained respect with the championship, and you have gained my respect, I said brother, you're driving me crazy......."

Hoffa was in a good mood at this time, and he talked to Lu Wei endlessly, feeling a bit like a rapper.

"Fatty, you are really good today, I'm afraid you won't have such good luck if you compete again!" Lu Wei was unconvinced.

"Then we'll see you next year, when you're at home, I'll go to your country to defeat you!"

After the two of them finished speaking, they walked away, Lu Wei simply threw the shirt that he had torn half of during the celebration into the trash can of the stadium, and walked towards the area where the national team was located, leaving only his sturdy back in the broadcast camera.