The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 1843 The wind is really coming?!

Chapter 1843: Really... the wind is coming?!

London Bowl Live.

Waiting area.

"Please prepare for the men's 100m semi-finals group 3."

After listening to this, Zhang Peimeng put on his number plate.

Standing behind the staff.

It's his turn to compete.

He saw the first two shots, Zhao Haohuan and Su Shen both successfully broke through. Now it was his turn, although everyone thought that his chances of advancing were very small, after all, he looked behind him in this group...

Not only Blake, but also Guy.

These two people have firmly locked onto Big Q.

The rest don't stand a chance at all.

Even though Blake has focused his main energy on the 200 meters this year, his 100 meters is also strong, which has been reflected in the Diamond League.

He even felt that the training for the 200 meters had benefited him a lot in the 100 meters.

This was an unexpected benefit that Blake had not expected before.

These two have the ability to run 9+ 70 meters, and it is impossible to shake them. If you want to make plans based on these two, you are really thinking too much.

Therefore, this group must break through from other places.

There is really no other choice.

This so-called other is——

Get the small Q.

Now comes the problem.

第1组的三四名是鲍威尔的9秒90，以及马蒂纳突然袭击了9秒91。

The third and fourth places in Group 2 were Ryan Bailey who just finished with 9.90, and Masafumi Eriguchi with 9.95.

First of all, Masafumi Eriguchi will definitely be eliminated with a time of 9 seconds.

Then it was Martina with 9.91s. Bailey, who was also in the second group, was eliminated after running 2s.

So the two candidates for the small Q at the moment are Powell's 9 seconds and Ryan Bailey's 90 seconds.

According to the latest competition system, it is now a three-shot system, so the outcome is clear, and only two small Qs can directly enter the finals. Zhang Peimeng has no other choice. To compete in the finals and get this spot, he must also run 9 seconds in this shot.

That is to run your latest PB.

You have to open your original best result.

In fact, Zhang Peimeng's current PB was set a few years ago. If he remembers correctly, it should be 1.7s with a 9.91-meter tailwind at the Guangzhou Asian Games two years ago.

But if you want to talk about his best shot, it must be the 1-second shot with a 10-meter headwind in the semi-finals of the Daegu World Championships last year. Even if that shot was a bit exceptional, the improvement in this winter training should have reached this level.

So as long as the wind speed is right.

Zhang Peimeng really has the potential to hit the 9.90 mark.

London is bad in everything except wind.

Now it depends on whether the wind speed of your shot is good enough. Otherwise, it's like in the women's 100m semi-finals, Wei Yongli ran well, but was eliminated due to the influence of wind speed, which is a pity.

Zhang Peimeng paid attention to the wind speed in each group. So far, the first group had a tailwind of 1 meters per second. The tailwind of Su Shen's group that just ended was 0.7 meters per second.

If the tailwind of my group is not worse than theirs, or even better, then it can definitely give me a chance of survival.

But if the wind speed of your group is not good enough.

Not even given wind speed.

Come with a headwind.

That's complete and utter failure.

I sent it just like Wei Yongli did.

There is no way.

At this point, Zhang Peimeng could only pray to God to give him some face before going on the court, and at least give him a chance to fight.

Otherwise he would be unwilling to accept the loss.

Thinking of this, Zhang Peimeng actually clasped his hands together and muttered to himself before going on stage.

Blake was slightly startled when he saw it.

I thought:

What is he doing?

Are you chanting a spell?

I heard that there are many unknown secret spells in the East. Is he doing this now?

Blake didn't know if it was because he had read too many conspiracy theories, or because someone in the forum recently recommended Journey to the West to him, and he became a little obsessed.

Apart from training, his mind was full of bizarre things.

Westerners always look at Easterners through some mysterious filters, just like we look at attackers through all kinds of filters.

"Zhang, what are you doing?" Blake couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked.

"I'm looking for wind, don't disturb me." Zhang Peimeng didn't even open his eyes. He just said this without thinking.

Blake: !!!

This shocked Bublek completely.

Sure enough.

Journey to the West never deceived me.

As far as I can remember, they had a history book called Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which also contained a plot about using the wind to do something. These Oriental people are indeed not simple.

Just think about it.

If he could really pray for wind of a good speed, he would be happy. Who doesn't want the right wind speed when running?

I really thought you enjoyed running against a strong headwind.

That person is either a fool or a mentally retarded person.

Running with the wind makes my body feel comfortable.

"What is he doing?" Guy was also attracted by this strange behavior. Seeing Blake asked, he couldn't help but walked up to Blake and asked.

Little did he know that Blake actually winked at him, and even deliberately lowered his voice, saying mysteriously: "Keep your voice down, he is doing a ritual to pray for the wind."

"You don't want us to run against the wind, do you?"

Guy: !!!

His expression was similar to Blake's just now.

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Peimeng. There was astonishment in his eyes.

……

China Sports Channel.

"Okay, audience friends, the competition is about to begin. This is the third group competition, which is also the last group of the men's 3m semi-finals. There is also a Chinese athlete in this group, he is Zhang Peimeng from my country." Yang Jian watched the third group of athletes appear. Then the director said: "Zhang Peimeng actually competed in individual events at the Bird's Nest in 100, but at that time he competed in the 3m."

"Well, at that time, Zhang Peimeng was still focusing on the 200m." Li Tao also nodded and said, "It's just that after the Beijing Olympics, he changed his main event. So far, he seems to be very successful. Not only did he break 10 seconds, becoming one of the few Asians to break 9.91 seconds, but now his personal PB has also reached . He even made it to the finals of the Daegu World Championships last year."

“It’s definitely a success for his personal career.”

Li Tao's words were definitely not a compliment. With Zhang Peimeng's level, if he focused on the 200m, he would never make it to the finals in his lifetime. This is a very realistic thing. Even the current Su Shen and Xie Zhengye seem to have broken through 20 seconds and reached a new height, raising the level of the 200m in Asia.

but……

If put on the world stage, it still doesn't look good enough.

Therefore, he personally believes that Zhang Peimeng's decision to switch his main event to 08 meters after 100 was a very wise one.

This changed the height of his entire career.

Of course, this presupposes that he succeeds.

If he did a bad job in the 100-meter race, then his reputation would be different. For athletes, we should look at their results, not just their medals.

"The contestants in this group are Yohan Blake, Adam Gemili, Derek Atkins, Jason Warner, Ryota Yamagata, Rondel Sorillo, Tyson Gay, and Zhang Peimeng." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he looked at the information at hand and continued: "After looking at the contestants in this group, I still have to say that Zhang Peimeng's luck is not very good."

"It's not good indeed." Li Tao also said: "This group is also very strong. Blake and Guy alone have already secured the top two spots, leaving no chance for the rest. So for this group, the only chance left is this little Q."

"Based on the current situation..." Li Tao shook his head slightly: "Even if it's Xiao Q, it's not that easy to win over."

"Through the first two groups of competition, we can already estimate what the score line is for this shot to enter the small Q."

"The minimum score is 9.90s." Li Tao said, "Even if you get 9s, you still have to compete with Powell and Ryan Bailey for the thousandth place, and one person has to be eliminated."

"So far, Zhang Peimeng's personal best is 9.91s, which he achieved at the Guangzhou Asian Games two years ago."

"So if he wants to compete for the Little Q, he must run the best result of his career in this event."

"It's not easy in normal times, let alone in the Olympics. I think we should not put too much pressure on athletes. Athletes are human beings, not machines. It's not easy to perform at their normal level in such a big competition. It's quite difficult to expect them to perform exceptionally well."

Seeing Li Tao cooling down the audience, Yang Jian also said: "We really shouldn't put too much pressure on athletes. Don't forget that although Zhang Peimeng is participating in an event at the Olympics for the second time, it's really his first time in the 2-meter event. As a newcomer in the -meter event, he can reach the semifinals in the Olympics and perform at his level. Breaking ten seconds is enough. What do you think, Coach Li?"

"Ten seconds is enough." Li Tao agreed. The goal set by Yang Jian was more practical and sounded better when put into words. Being able to open it for ten seconds was not something that ordinary Asian and white athletes could do.

Already able to hold the scene.

There is too much criticism and they can also help fight back.

But Zhang Peimeng himself didn't think so. When he was standing on the field, although he was test running and adjusting the starting blocks, he was actually always paying attention to feeling the changes in wind speed.

When the referee announced that the athletes had returned to their lanes and was about to start issuing electronic commands...

Zhang Peimeng prayed silently with his hands clasped together again.

"What is Pei Meng doing? He is not praying to make himself run. What's the use of praying at this time?" Zhao Haohuan looked at Zhang Peimeng on TV, somewhat confused. In his opinion, when it comes to running, one's own strength is most important.

Pray to God?

You don't have to.

When he was injured and his condition was deteriorating, no matter how many gods he prayed to or how many Buddhas he worshipped, there was no response at all.

So he totally didn't believe this.

If there really are gods and Buddhas.

That's for him.

Your own god or Buddha is the peer sitting next to you.

Besides, he wouldn't believe anyone who told him this.

"He may not be praying to run faster, maybe he is praying for something else." Su Shen seemed to have guessed Zhang Peimeng's thoughts and smiled faintly: "Maybe he is just praying for a better wind speed."

"Wind speed?" Zhao Haohuan was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and immediately said, "That's right, if the wind speed of this gun is fast enough, then it will definitely be counted. Even if it's a super wind speed, that's not bad either, at least the result of promotion will be counted."

“I just don’t know if there will be strong winds to help.”

"I don't know about that. It depends on my luck." Little did I know that Su Shen would answer like this as soon as I finished speaking.

A neat one.

can.

Although the sound is not loud.

Zhao Haohuan felt that the latter's words and expressions seemed to be saying -

there must be.

I said.

……

before the game starts.

Guy, who was drinking water and adjusting his trajectory in the final tactical stage, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

Turn around and look over.