Football Kung Fu Player

Manila, Philippines, Rizal Stadium, Japan Station!

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Gao Yejin trotted up to Kobayashi Jinghe, and handed over a paper full of English: "Coach, the blood test report... came out... came out... ..”

"Hey, it's just that everything is normal, and the urine test is also qualified!"

When he said these words, Takano Susumu seemed to have been pulled out of all his energy.

"What?! How can it be normal?!"

Xiao Lin Jinghe snatched the blood test report in English, and glanced at it instantly.

He can still understand the last line of English on the top.

After all, all the players of their Japanese team have also received such an evaluation!

Blood test, pass!

"Ba Ga, how is it possible? It must be a mistake... The Anti-Doping Committee must have been bribed by those Chinese officials... They are best at bribery!

Kobayashi Keiwa was talking hysterically, and Takano Susumu on the side also had a rather embarrassed expression.

"How could it be possible that you didn't take doping... There must be a problem with the testing machine of the Asian Athletic Federation... The technology in the Philippines is too backward. If it were in our Japan...in our Japan, this guy Definitely nothing to hide from!"

Kobayashi Jinghe still believed in the theory that Wang Xing was taking stimulants, and he was looking for various excuses in his heart, trying to make himself feel better.

"Coach, 800 is about to start..."

Mo Xushenwu couldn't help reminding from the side, in fact, after Wang Xing's 1% body fat rate came out yesterday, Zhu Xushenwu dispelled Wang Xing's suspicion of taking doping!

"Ah, a game?!"

Only then did Xiao Lin Jinghe recover a bit of sanity, and after a heavy sigh: "Hey, try your best!"

Maybe he felt that his mood was a bit negative, so he adjusted it for a while, and then said: "Athletes have to fight for strength and perseverance in the end, come on, everyone... I still hope that you can beat that guy! come on!"

"Well, we will, Coach!"

At the end, Shenwu sighed slightly when he saw Kobayashi Jinghe's expression.

He could hear that Kobayashi Keikazu's tone was filled with a hint of sadness, as if he was helpless about the future of Japanese track and field. At this moment, he could finally confirm that the coach Kobayashi Keikazu, who had always been confident in Japanese track and field, had already started Not optimistic about the future of the Japanese team.

But at the end of Shenwu himself, why not be like this!

Wang Xing is only seventeen years old now. Many track and field skills are rough and there are many problems, but everyone knows that with the growth of age and the improvement of technical level in the future

Wang Xing will definitely run faster and faster, and he will become the future of the Tianchao track and field team and the future of Asia as a whole.

But where is the future of the Japanese team?!

The golden age of Japan is in these few years.

It is Koji Ito, Shinji Asahara and other famous track and field players of the older generation who have brought Japanese sprinting to the top level in Asia.

But now, under Suzuki Shingo, there is not a single young track and field athlete...not a single one.

It can be said that Japan is currently facing a dynasties in track and field.

But in fact, in the next ten years, not only in Japan, but in the whole of Asia, there will be no successors and no heirs.

When the Jamaican flying man Powell was constantly refreshing the limits of human beings, and when the Jamaican flying man Bolt turned out to break Powell's record again, the entire Asian track and field sprint event has been gradually declining.

Fortunately, in the past ten years, there is still the fig leaf of Liu Feiren in the 110-meter hurdles. Otherwise, the entire Asian track and field sprint event will directly be reduced to the world of naturalized African athletes.

"Mr. Mo Xu, I think we have to fight again... We haven't lost yet. Although the kid ran very fast in the first three games, this is the final, and anything is possible!"

Asahara Shinji gritted his teeth, the oldest veteran of the Japanese team, clenching his fists, and said in Suzuki Shingo's ear: "I will start running in a while, and I will use the early-running tactic, I hope you will cooperate with me!"

"No, Senior Asahara!"

Tujiang Kuanyu suddenly stepped forward and said solemnly: "I am the weakest in the whole team, let me be the runner-up!"

swish!

Hiroyuki Tue bowed towards Nobuji Asahara, and Shingo Sukino and (cfcj) Keikazu Kobayashi at the side all showed serious expressions.

At this moment, they were a little moved.

"Our Yamato nation is the greatest nation in the world... No matter how terrible the enemy is, we must do our best...

Tu Jiang Kuanyu said lightly, his face was filled with a strong sense of national pride.

"Mr. Tujiang, that's a good point...then let's fight it out!"

Mo Xu Shenwu gritted his teeth, and it seemed that there was a burning fighting spirit in his body that had never been seen before.

The number one sprinter in Japan, like their domestic manga saints, exploded out of his strongest small universe!

That's right, since it's the finals, why don't you give it a try?!

The preparations for the players to play came out on the radio.

Wang Xing turned his head, took off his jersey in an instant, and couldn't wait to rush to the player channel.

Chen Jian at the side couldn't help but shook his head: "Boss, at least you can give our brother some support. Although I have no chance for the championship, I still want to fight for the third place..."

"Huh? Oh, I forgot!"

Wang Xing chuckled, then turned to look at Chen Jian stretching out his hand, and he quickly put his hand on it.

Four people, eight hands, all gathered together at this moment.

"One, two, three, we must win!"

After the four shouted, they smiled confidently at the same time...

"Let's go... this time, let's see how we beat the Japanese!"

Shen Cheng roared, and under the gratified eyes of the old Chens, he stepped onto the battlefield that was only 100 meters away.

"You guys are the strongest!"

Old Chen shouted in relief.

"Get out... come out!"

"Wang Xing is out!"

"That's Wang Xing!"

Today's media area is not as noisy as usual, but when Wang Xing appeared, they all pressed the shutter in their hands.

The reporters were all staring at the track, looking forward to the next race.

It's just that there are some reporters who seem extremely abnormal.

These are of course the reporters who discredited Wang Xing from the Philippines, Yuenan, Japan, etc. They stood there quietly, surrounded by countless people, who could clearly feel the sense of depression before the outbreak. Hold on tight!

These media have ridiculed and slandered Wang Xing in various ways before, but Wang Xing fought back powerfully with a super time of 9.80 seconds.

After that, it was 19.70 seconds, and a big mouth snorted on their faces.

So, these guys haven't given up yet, they are waiting for Wang Xing's final result... If he doesn't get the gold medal, it will be a disaster to meet Wang Xing!

"A bunch of villains!"

Yang Jue cursed inwardly, but his eyes were on Wang Xing, and he stepped into the underworld with his head held high. .