Chapter 68

Far away, Coach Yu clenched his fists, his nails almost piercing into the flesh, but he seemed to be completely unaware of the pain.

"Come on! Hold on, you must hold on! Just twenty more meters, and the lead will be unassailable, the gold medal will be yours!" Coach Yu's expression had become distorted.

Winning the gold medal was his greatest hope at this moment.

In the Olympic Village, athletes from the national team who did not have events gathered around the large television in the entertainment room to watch this match.

"Zhang Guan is leading!" Liu Fei's eyes were fixed on the screen, and a premonition began to form in his mind: Zhang Guan would win the final victory!

This was a very simple intuition, the intuition of the world's top athletes!

In front of the television, Old Chen quietly leaned back in the recliner, looking at Zhang Guan on the screen. At this moment, Old Chen's heart was not at all excited, but rather abnormally calm.

"You can definitely do it! I know you can definitely do it! This is your world! For the championship, go for it!" Old Chen silently repeated in his heart.

This was trust, unconditional trust in Zhang Guan!

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"Zhang Guan, first place! First place!" The commentator could hardly maintain his composure. After working for over ten hours, his body was extremely fatigued, but at this moment, his emotions were highly excited.

"Come on! Hold on! Zhang Guan! Go faster! Even faster! He's getting even faster! A bigger lead! No one can catch up! Almost to the finish line! Come on, come on, come on! Charge! Zhang Guan! Zhang Guan! Zhang Guan!"

The commentator's words became incoherent. Perhaps at this moment, he didn't even know what he was saying, but every viewer in front of the television could understand the meaning of the commentator's words. Even if he was just shouting Zhang Guan's name, it became the most beautiful commentary.

On the outermost lane, Zhang Guan had already stood out.

At this moment, Zhang Guan felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration, a smooth and exhilarating forward movement, a smooth and exhilarating run, a smooth and exhilarating sprint. He enjoyed this feeling, as if the whole world was under his control.

"Is this the effect of being at full capacity? This feeling is amazing! It's addictive..."

Zhang Guan knew that he could feel this way because he had pushed his physical strength and condition to the maximum. He felt an incredible abundance of energy, an incredibly explosive state, which was not just excitement but a feeling of controlling the entire world!

This was his strongest moment!

After another ten meters, Zhang Guan's lead was already very obvious.

Behind him, Maurice Greene was giving it his all, but all he could see was Zhang Guan's back.

"Is the gap already this big?" Greene knew that the finish line was not far away, and with such a large gap, it was impossible for him to catch up.

"Why? Why is this happening! Did he not expend any energy in the semifinals? How can his condition be even better than in the semifinals!" Greene's mind was filled with countless questions. He slightly turned his head to look at the other two teammates but found that the "speed endurance" that American athletes were proud of had no effect against Zhang Guan.

At the same time, Gatlin also felt that the gap between him and Zhang Guan was getting larger and larger. He had been waiting for Zhang Guan to slow down due to fatigue, but what he got was Zhang Guan getting even faster.

"He should be at the end of his strength, but we're almost to the finish line, why is he still so fast? No! He's even faster than in the semifinals! I've never reached this speed! With this speed gap, how can I possibly catch up to him!"

On the lane next to Gatlin, Obikewuru caught up.

Obikewuru was once the fastest runner in Africa and is now the fastest in Europe, with physical talent not inferior to American athletes.

Losing the lead and about to be caught up, Gatlin instantly lost his composure.

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At the 90-meter mark, Zhang Guan had already taken an absolute lead, with only ten meters left to the finish line, and this lead was irreversible.

Zhang Guan was in the lead, and behind him, Gatlin and Obikewuru were almost neck and neck, indistinguishable.

After that, the defending champion Maurice Greene had already caught up to Gatlin and Obikewuru, seeking a last-minute comeback.

Zhang Guan, however, was still immersed in that state of full capacity. When the finish line appeared under Zhang Guan's feet, he came to his senses. He then suddenly noticed that there seemed to be no one on his left.

"Where are they? How did they all disappear?" Zhang Guan was slightly stunned, then turned his head slightly but still didn't see anyone. He had to turn his head even more, almost looking back, to see the grim faces of the athletes behind him.

"Such a big lead, the others are really too weak." Zhang Guan sighed inwardly.

In front, the photographers captured this moment perfectly. At the moment of crossing the finish line, Zhang Guan turned his head to look back at his opponents, and the defending champion Maurice Greene became the background of Zhang Guan.

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The entire European continent was paying attention to this match. But at this moment, almost all the commentators from major European TV stations seemed at a loss.

The European commentators had been shouting the names of Gatlin or Obikewuru, focusing more on the competition among black athletes and selectively ignoring Zhang Guan, a Chinese person, thinking he was just a supporting role, not worth the effort to remember his name. But now that Zhang Guan had taken an absolute lead and was about to win the championship, the commentators had to start paying attention to him.

"That Chinese person is leading! How is this possible? A yellow race person is actually faster than black people! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was a fairy tale! Gatlin, Greene, Crawford, Obikewuru, Powell... what's wrong with you? Are you all having diarrhea? Why are you being overtaken by a Chinese person? And by so much! This gap is impossible to catch up!"

The European commentator simply stopped talking, staring at the screen in silence.

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"Zhang Guan is leading! Zhang Guan is first! Come on! Hold on! Cross the line! Won! Zhang Guan won! Zhang Guan won! A miracle! Zhang Guan has created a miracle! He has won the Olympic gold medal in the men's 100-meter sprint!" The commentator shouted loudly, his voice already hoarse.

In the national team's coaching group, the loudest cheers came. Whether it was Coach Yu or Director Ma, their minds were blank, their thoughts had stopped, and they were crying, shouting, and jumping, then hugging each other. They didn't know what to do, only acting on instinct.

In the stands, Director Hou had already stood up. He didn't shout or celebrate, but he felt every cell in his body cheering, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

In the Olympic Village, the entertainment room where the national team athletes gathered, a deafening sound instantly spread throughout the building, like a suddenly erupting volcano, shaking the earth.

In the country, Old Chen let out a long breath, then hugged his wife, who had been waiting by his side, and burst into tears.

"We won! We won! We finally won!"

His lifelong dream had been realized at this moment!

The dream of several generations had been realized at this moment!

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In the Olympic Village, the Jamaican team members looked dejected. Powell had not created a miracle, and many people began to stand up, preparing to return to their respective dormitories.

But the young Bolt stood there, not moving.

"That Chinese person, his name is Zhang Guan, yes, it's Zhang Guan! He defeated Powell, defeated Greene, defeated Gatlin, defeated so many strong opponents, and won the championship! It's simply a miracle!"

"Zhang Guan is the same age as me! If he can do it, then I can do it too! I, Usain Bolt, am better than anyone!" Bolt stood up, his eyes filled with determination.

"Zhang Guan, from today, you are my goal. I will work hard to catch up with you, and one day, I will compete with you on the same stage! I will surpass you!"

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In front of the television, Stephen Curry suddenly stood up and walked out.

"Stephen, where are you going?" Seth Curry asked.

"To train." Stephen Curry looked at his younger brother, then pointed to Zhang Guan on the television and said, "From today, this Chinese person is my idol!"

"Isn't your idol Jason Williams, the White Chocolate?"

"Not anymore! I've found a new idol." Stephen Curry said firmly.

"Why?" Seth Curry asked, puzzled.

"Because this Chinese person has created a miracle! A Chinese person actually won the Olympic gold medal in the men's 100-meter sprint, and he showed me a miracle." Stephen Curry pointed to himself and continued, "Seth, even if the whole world says I'm not suited for basketball, I won't give up. I will become the strongest basketball player in the world, I will enter the NBA, I will win the MVP, I will win the championship, I will surpass the Bulls' 72-win season! Believe me, I will also create a miracle!"

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