"Please prepare the players from Group 3 of the men's 100-meter semi-finals."
After Zhang Peimeng listened, he posted his number plate.
Stand behind the staff.
It's his turn to play.
He had seen the first two shots, both Zhao Haohuan and Su Shen had successfully broken through. Now it was his turn. Although everyone thought that his chance of advancing was 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 have no chance at all.
Even though Blake's main focus this year is on the 200 meters, his 100 meters are equally strong, which has been reflected in the Diamond League.
Even he has felt that the training for 200 meters has been reflected back to 100 meters in many places.
This was an unexpected gain that Blake had never thought of before.
Both of these two people have the strength of 9 seconds 70 100 meters, which is impossible to shake. If you want to make plans based on the two of them, you are really thinking too much.
Therefore, this group must break through from other places.
In fact, there is no other choice.
This so-called other thing is——
Get the small q.
Now comes the problem.
The third and fourth place in Group 1 were Powell's 9.90 seconds and Martina's sudden attack of 9.91 seconds.
The third and fourth place in Group 2 were Ryan Bailey who just finished with 9.90, and Masashi Erikochi with 9.95.
First of all, Masashi Erikouchi will definitely be eliminated in 9 seconds 95.
Then there was Martina with 9.91s, and Pele who was also in the second group ran 9.90 seconds and was eliminated.
So the two current candidates for small Q are Powell’s 9.90 seconds and Ryan Bailey’s 9.90 seconds.
According to the latest competition system, which is now a three-gun system, the outcome is very clear. Only two small Qs can directly enter the finals. Zhang Peimeng has no other choice. If he wants to hit the finals and get this place, this shot must also go to
9 seconds 90.
That is to say, run your latest PB.
You have to open up your original best results.
In fact, Zhang Peimeng's current PB was set a few years ago. If he remembers correctly, it should be 9.91s with a tailwind of 1.7 meters in the Yangcheng Asian Games two years ago.
But if you want to say that his best shot in terms of hard power is definitely the 10-second shot he took from 1 meter against the wind in the semi-finals of last year's Daegu World Championships. Even if that shot was a bit extraordinary, the improvement in this year's winter training should also be
It has reached this height.
So as long as the wind speed is appropriate.
Zhang Peimeng really has the possibility to hit the 9.90 mark.
As for London, everything is bad except for the wind.
Now you just have to see if the wind speed of your shot is good enough. Otherwise, like in the women's 100-meter semifinals, Wei Yongli obviously ran well, but was eliminated due to the influence of the wind speed. This is a pity.
Zhang Peimeng paid attention to the wind speed in each group. So far, the first group had a tailwind of 0.7 meters per second. The tailwind of Su Shen's group that just ended was 1.0 meters per second.
Then if the tailwind of our group is no worse than theirs, or even better, then it can indeed give us a chance of survival.
But if the wind speed of your group is not good enough.
Not even giving wind speed.
There's a headwind.
That is complete and utter failure.
I sent it just like Wei Yongli.
There is no way.
At this time, 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 will not be reconciled if he loses.
Thinking about it, Zhang Peimeng clasped his hands together before entering the stage and started chanting silently.
Blake was slightly startled when he saw it.
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 he had read too many conspiracy theories, or if someone in the forum recently recommended Journey to the West to him, and he was a little obsessed.
Apart from training, his mind is filled with all kinds of weird things.
Westerners always use some mysterious filters when looking at Easterners. Just like when we look at Asians, we use various filters.
"Zhang, what are you doing?" Blake couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked.
"Qiu Feng, please don't disturb me." Zhang Peimeng didn't even open his eyes. Without thinking, he just opened his mouth and said this.
Blake:!!!
This completely shocked Bu Blake.
Sure enough.
Journey to the West will not deceive me.
If you remember, they also have a history book called The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which also contains plots of borrowing methods from others. Orientals like them are indeed not simple.
Just think about it.
He would also be happy if he could really ask for the wind and get a good wind speed. Who doesn't want the wind speed to be right when he is running?
I really thought I liked running against a strong headwind.
That's either a fool or a retard.
When I run with the wind, my body feels comfortable.
"What is he doing?" Guy was also attracted by this strange behavior. When Blake asked, he couldn't help but walked to Blake and asked.
Little did he know that Blake actually winked at him and even deliberately lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Keep your voice down, he is doing something to seek wind."
"You don't want us to run into a big headwind either."
Guy:!!!
His expression was similar to Blake's just now.
He turned to look at Zhang Peimeng.
There was a look of astonishment in his eyes.
…
Tianchao Sports Channel.
"Okay, audience friends, the competition is about to begin. The competition is the 3rd group, which is also the last group in the men's 100-meter semi-finals. This group also has Chinese players competing, and he is my country's Zhang Peimeng." Yang Jian looked at the third group. The contestants of Group 3 also appeared. Following the director's screen, he said: "Zhang Peimeng actually competed in individual events at the Bird's Nest in 2008, but at that time he competed in the 200 meters."
"Well, at that time Zhang Peimeng was still focusing on the 200 meters." Li Tao also nodded: "It's just that after the Beijing Olympics, he changed his main event. So far, it seems to be very successful, not only breaking
10 seconds, becoming one of the rare ten-breakers in Asia, and now his personal Pb has reached 9.91, and he even entered the finals at last year's Daegu World Championships."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This is definitely a success for his personal career."
Li Tao's words are definitely not a compliment. At Zhang Peimeng's level, if he focuses on 200 meters, he will never enter the finals in his life. This is a very realistic thing. Even the current Su Shen and Xie Zhengye seem to have broken 20 seconds.
It has entered a new level and raised the level of 200 meters all over Asia.
but……
If it were put on the world stage, it would still not be very impressive.
Therefore, he personally thinks that Zhang Peimeng made a very wise decision by changing his main event to 100 meters after 2008.
This changed the height of his entire career.
Of course, this presupposes that he succeeds.
If he turns 100 meters and his overall performance falls, then that's not the case for the reputation. As an athlete, if you don't just look at the medals, you must look at the results.
"The contestants in this group include 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 participants in this group, I still have to say, Zhang Peimeng's luck is not very good."
"It's indeed not very good." Li Tao also said: "The strength of this group is also very good. Blake and Guy alone have already locked in the top two, and will not give any chance to the others.
So for this group, the only chance left is this little q."
"Judging from the current situation..." Li Tao shook his head slightly: "Even Xiao Q is not that easy to fight for."
"Through the competition of the first two groups, we have been able to figure out what the score line is for this shot to enter the small Q."
"The minimum guarantee is 9.90s." Li Tao said: "Even if you get 9.90 seconds, you still have to compete with Powell and Ryan Bailey for the thousandth place, and you still have to eliminate one person."
"So far, Zhang Peimeng's personal best result is 9.91s achieved at the Yangcheng Asian Games two years ago."
"So that means if he wants to strive for Xiao Q, he must achieve the best result of his career in this category."
"This is not easy in ordinary times, let alone in the Olympic Games. I think we should not put too much pressure on athletes. Athletes are also human beings, not machines. They can perform at their normal level in such competitions.
It’s already very difficult. It’s very difficult to expect extraordinary performance.”
Seeing Li Tao cooling down the audience, Yang Jian also said: "It is true that we shouldn't put too much pressure on athletes. Don't forget that although Zhang Peimeng is participating in individual events in the Olympic Games for the second time, he still won the 100 meters.
In this event, it was really the first time for a big girl to get on the sedan chair. As a newcomer in the 100-meter individual event, he was able to reach the semi-finals in the Olympic Games and perform to his own level. Ten seconds is enough. What do you think, Li
guide?"
"Ten seconds is enough." Li Tao agreed. The goal set by Yang Jian was more practical and more beautiful to say. Being able to open it for ten seconds was already beyond the reach of ordinary Asian and white athletes.
I have been able to hold on to the scene.
There are too many harsh criticisms, and they can also help them fight back.
But Zhang Peimeng didn't think so. When he stood on the field, although he was trying to run and adjusting the starting block, he was actually always thinking about feeling the change in wind speed.
When the referee announces that the athletes have returned to their own track and are about to start issuing electronic commands...
Zhang Peimeng prayed silently with his hands together again.
"What is Peimeng doing? It can't be praying to make him run. What's the use of praying at this time." Zhao Haohuan looked at Zhang Peimeng on the TV and was a little confused. In his opinion, running is still necessary.
Your own strength is the most important.
Pray to God and worship Buddha?
It's not necessary.
Back then, when he was injured and declining, he prayed to many gods and worshiped Buddhas, but there was no response at all.
So he didn't believe this or that at all.
If there really are gods and Buddhas.
That's for him.
Your own god and Buddha are the person of the same age next to you.
Besides, he doesn't believe anyone who tells him this.
"It's not necessarily that he's praying to make himself run faster. Maybe he's praying for something else." Su Shen seemed to have guessed Zhang Peimeng's thoughts and smiled lightly: "Maybe he just prayed for better wind speed."
"Wind speed?" Zhao Haohuan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and seemed to have thought of something, and immediately said: "That's right, if the wind speed of this gun is fast enough, it will indeed count for results. Even if it is a super wind speed, it is not bad.
, at least the promotion results will count."
"I just don't know if the strong wind will help."
"I don't know, it depends on luck." Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, Su Shen replied like this.
Got one neatly.
Can.
Although the sound is not loud.
However, Zhao Haohuan felt that the latter's words and expression seemed to be saying——
there must be.
I said.
…
before the game starts.
Guy, who was drinking water and adjusting the trajectory of his final tactics, suddenly stopped what he was doing.
Turn around and look over.
Found just right.
Blake also looked over.
Neither person is looking at each other.
But because their eyes met at the same place.
Let them both notice each other's eyes immediately.
"This..." Guy spread his hands and felt them.
behind.
Suddenly I felt a pushing sensation on my back.
It goes without saying what this feeling means.
There must be wind coming.
Still tailwind.
The most important thing is——
This shot may be in the wind...
Not too small.
ps: The second update, we will continue in the evening!!!
