When Farah looked up, he didn't see Zhang Guan, and then he turned his head to the left, and he didn't find Zhang Guan in the opposite runway. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Where did Zhang Guan go, there is no front, there is no opposite, it shouldn't be abstention!" Farah pondered as he began to pick up speed.

The race has already reached 8,000 meters, and medal-hungry athletes have begun to increase the pace of the race.

Entering the corner, Farah glanced back, he wanted to pay attention to the position of the Bekele brothers, but not far from the rear of the large group, a tall figure came into Farah's line of sight.

Red tracksuits, yellow people, taller than the average person, this is indeed too conspicuous.

"That's Zhang Guan!" Farah blinked, looked again, and finally realized that he was not mistaken.

"Tail of the line! Didn't Zhang Guan run to the front a long time ago? How could he be at the back of the line? Could it be that he is about to chase a circle! So how far ahead of me is he now? 1 minute? Or more than 1 minute? There are still five laps to go, and it's too bad, if you don't go faster, you won't be able to catch up with the one-minute gap! ”

When Farah thought of this, he suddenly became anxious. The rhythm of his feet was also a little chaotic, and before he knew it, it was much faster than the normal rhythm.

In front of the TV, Sebastian, who was already drunk, waved his fists excitedly: "Farah has started to speed up!" Haha, Zhang Guan, you'll soon be caught up by Farah! So you just started running so fast, and now you don't have the stamina to sprint! Well, by the way, where is Zhang Guan now? ”

Sebastian burped and stared at the TV carefully, but couldn't find Zhang Guan.

The British are the hosts, and the British broadcasters will of course give priority to the British players, so the camera is always focused on Farah and does not cut to others.

In the TV screen, Farah showed speed, but Sebastian was quite satisfied.

"Yes, Farah is still accelerating, and if he tries hard, he might be able to run under 27 minutes! I think the Olympic record was only 27 minutes 01 seconds. Farah won the 10,000m with an Olympic record, adding another gold medal to our British team, cheers! Sebastian raised his glass in celebration and drank it down.

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On this lap, Farah kept an eye on Zhang Guan's situation, and he found that Zhang Guan did not pick up the pace.

"Zhang Guan's physical strength, he shouldn't be allowed to speed up! That's good news for me! As long as Zhang Guan doesn't accelerate, I have a chance! Farah thought to himself.

After another lap, Zhang Guan was still running at his original speed, and Farah was already able to see Zhang Guan on the opposite track.

"Well done, chased one step further!"

At the 9,000m timing point, there are six other runners behind Farah who can keep up with his pace.

"The last 1,000 meters, sprint!" Once again, Farah picked up the pace.

In the past, Farah might not have started the sprint until the final 800 meters, but this time, Farah opted for the final 1,000 meters to catch Zhang in the final two laps.

"Farah has accelerated! Is he going to sprint? Farah, come on! As the on-site commentator shouted, the British spectators in the surrounding stands immediately began to boil.

There were 80,000 acts at the Olympic Stadium in London, and even half of the Britons in the stadium cheered loudly. And this cheer inspired Farah even more, and at this moment, he felt that he was full of strength all over his body!

"Zhang Guan didn't sprint! He really doesn't have the stamina to sprint, I have a chance! Olympic Gold Medal! It must be mine! Farah's blood boiled.

However, behind Farah, three people apart, the expression of the former superstar Bekele was solemn, and he was also paying attention to Zhang Guan at this time, but his opinion was completely opposite to Farah. Farah just saw that Zhang Guan did not speed up, but what Bekele saw was that Zhang Guan did not slow down!

"It's still the same speed as just now! Zhang Guan didn't slow down, he didn't slow down all the time! That's the case at 3,000 meters, it's like this at 4,000 meters, it's like this at 5,000 meters, it's like this at 6,000 meters, 7,000 meters, it's 8,000 meters! Now after 9,000 meters, he's still like this, still at this speed! He's been at the same pace the whole time! How is this possible? ”

Thinking of this, Bekele's eyes revealed a sense of horror.

"Keeping the same pace all the time is only theoretical, and it is absolutely impossible to do in real competition! The human body is not a machine, and it is impossible for athletes to allocate their physical strength to such a precise degree! But Zhang Guan did it, he kept running at the same speed, is this guy a robot? Only a machine can control it so precisely! ”

Ahead, Zhang Guan has already crossed 9,200 meters, which means that he still has two laps left before the finish. The broadcaster finally gave Zhang Guan a shot. After all, the person who is leading must have a shot when entering the last two laps, and he must also have a subtitle for the last two laps to inform the audience in front of the TV that there are still two laps left in the race.

"Zhang Guan is here! Two laps left? Sebastian finally saw the shot of Zhang Guan, and also saw the subtitles with the last two laps left.

Immediately afterward, Sebastian casually glanced at the time of the match on the TV screen.

24 minutes and 10 seconds!

"24 minutes and 10 seconds!" Sebastian burps again, then jerks his head up.

"24 minutes and 10 seconds! How can it be! Sebatis was half sober at once.

Zhang Guan was still in the final 800 meters of the race, and his time was 24 minutes and 10 seconds.

Sebastian is the president of the IAAF, and he is still very sensitive to the data of track and field events, and of course he understands what it means to take only 24 minutes and 10 seconds in the 9200m.

"Zhang Guan ran 23 laps in only 24 minutes and 10 seconds? If he runs at this pace...... Sebastian's mind goes blank.

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Like a wild horse, Farah rushed forward wildly, and with each step, the distance between him and Zhang Guan narrowed by a point.

"Farah, sprint! Fast sprint! The narrator's shouts seemed to be drowned out by the cheers of the audience, and for Farah, it was an encouragement, but also a hope.

Farah also crossed the 9,200 meters.

"It's the last two laps!" Farah's eyes lit up, he had never been so persistent, and the shouts of the surrounding audience made Farah even more vigorous.

"I can set my personal fastest time today, for sure!"

At a speed that could be observed by the naked eye, Farah began to approach Zhang Guan, and he wanted to overtake Zhang Guan.

"Knock knock ......"

Suddenly, a bell rang.

This is the bell that rings when the leading athlete enters the final lap.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the finish line, where people saw Zhang Guan's figure.

And this bell, like a basin of cold water, poured down from Farah's head.

This is the bell of despair.

"Zhang Guan only has one last lap left!" Only then did Farah notice the gap between him and Zhang Guan.

The gap between them is indeed narrowing, but in terms of distance, it is still very large. Farah was only a third of the way to the penultimate lap, and Zhang Guan was already on the final lap.

At this moment, Farah finally realized that it was impossible for him to catch up with Zhang Guan in the last lap, and his flame of hope was instantly shattered.

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Farah's speed at this time was indeed faster than Zhang Guan, but the cheers of the audience became smaller and smaller, and the audience could already see that the distance between them was too great, even if Farah was running desperately, he could not catch up with Zhang Guan before the finish.

There was a sense of frustration in the audience facing the finish line. Zhang Guan is getting closer and closer to the point, and he is about to run into the final big straight, while Farah is still far away from Zhang Guan.

Farah still tried hard, but it was futile, unless Zhang Guan suddenly fell to the ground before the finish line, otherwise the outcome of the race was already sealed.

"Farah can't catch up!"

"I really didn't expect that Farah would lose the race, and the new king of long-distance running in the world would lose like this?"

"The king of long-distance running in the world, and it is also a local battle, and it is such an important event as the Olympic Games, and the first race is a failure! This result was not expected by many people before the game. ”

"It's normal to lose a game, didn't Bekele lose once or twice in his heyday? Farah is not at Bekele's level now, the key is that he actually lost to Zhang Guan, which I really didn't expect. ”

"At the beginning of the game, Zhang Guan was left behind by the big army, I thought Zhang Guan was not eliminated, but I didn't expect that he had a big comeback, not only rushing to the first, but also leading so much."

"Six years ago, Zhang Guan dominated the sprint; Four years ago, Zhang Guan dominated the middle run again; And today, he's going to rule the sprint! From 100 meters to 10,000 meters, such a large cross-server, but you can still win the gold medal in the Olympic Games, in this world, only Zhang Guan can do it! ”

……

Amid the discussion of people, Zhang Guan rushed to the finish line.

The camera has been completely aimed at Zhang Guan, and under the watchful eyes, Zhang Guan crossed the finish line.

"Win! We won! ...... "Director Ma, who is the leader of the track and field team, roared excitedly, compared with the long jump gold medal not long ago, this gold medal in the 10,000-meter run can make Director Ma feel more excited.

The Olympic gold medal in the long jump has already been won in the last edition. The 10,000-meter Olympic gold medal has never been seen, which is another major breakthrough in the history of national track and field.

"Zhang Guan, good job!" Director Ma said as he looked at Zhang Guan.

And Zhang Guan is still on the runway, and he is still running forward......

"Director Ma, look!" A voice next to him suddenly roared.

"See what?" Director Ma didn't react for a while.

"Look at the results! Race results! The man reached out and pointed to the pip timer sign at the finish line.

Said the passer

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