"Please prepare to play in the third group of the men's 100m semi-finals."
After listening to it, Zhang Peimeng posted his own number plate.
Stand behind the staff.
It's his turn to play.
He saw the first two shots, and Zhao Haohuan and Su Shen both successfully broke through. Now it was his turn. Although everyone felt that the probability of his promotion was very small, after all, he looked behind this group...
Not only Blake, but also Guy.
These two people have firmly locked in Da Q.
There is no chance for the rest at all.
Even Blake's main energy this year is 200 meters, but his 100 meters are equally strong, which has been reflected in the Diamond League.
Even he had already felt that the training of 200 meters was supported by many places.
This is an unexpected gain that Blake had never thought of before.
Both of them have 9.70 100 meters hard power, so they can't be shaken. If you want to make plans from them, you're really thinking too much.
Therefore, this group must break through from other places.
Actually, there is no other choice.
The so-called other thing is—
Get the little q.
Then now the problem is.
The third and fourth place in the first group were Powell's 9.90 seconds, and Martina suddenly attacked 9.91 seconds.
The third and fourth place in the second group are the just-concluded Ryan Bailey 9.90, and the 9.95 of Kuangshi Eriguchi.
First of all, Kuangshi of Jianglikou will definitely be eliminated at 9.95 seconds.
Then there was Martina's 9.91s, and Bailey also ran for 9 seconds in the second group and was eliminated.
Then the two candidates for Q are Powell's 9.90 seconds and Ryan Bailey's 9.90 seconds.
According to the latest competition system, now it is a three-shot system, so the ending is very clear, and only two small Qs can enter the finals directly. Zhang Peimeng has no other choice. To reach the finals and get this place, this shot must also run to 9.90 seconds.
That is, it will run out your latest PB.
You have to open up your original best results.
In fact, Zhang Peimeng’s current PB was created a few years ago. If he remembers correctly, it should be the 9.91s that were won by the 1.7-meter Asian Games two years ago.
But if you want to say that his hard power shot has the best shot, it must be the 10 seconds that were won by 1 meter in the semi-finals of the Daegu World Championships last year. Even if that shot is a bit extraordinary, the improvement in winter training this year should have reached this level.
So as long as the wind speed is right.
Zhang Peimeng really has the possibility of hitting the 9.90 mark.
In London, everything is bad, but it is not bad.
Now it depends on whether the wind speed of your shot is good enough. Otherwise, you are like the women's 100-meter semifinals. Wei Yongli is clearly running well, but she is eliminated due to the influence of the wind speed, which is a very regrettable.
Zhang Peimeng paid attention to the wind speed in each group. So far, the first group has a tailwind of 0.7 meters per second. The first group that just ended, their tailwind was 1.0 meters per second.
Then if the good luck in this group is not worse than theirs, or even better, then it will indeed give you a glimmer of hope.
But if the wind speed of this group is not good enough.
Not even giving wind speed.
There is a headwind.
That's the complete ending.
Just sent it like Wei Yongli.
There is no way.
At this time, Zhang Peimeng could only pray to God for some face before going on stage, and at least give himself a chance to fight once.
Otherwise, he would be unwilling to accept losing.
Thinking of this, Zhang Peimeng folded his hands together before he came on the court and started muttering silently.
Blake was slightly stunned when he saw it.
Thinking:
What is he doing?
Aren't you chanting a mantra?
I heard that there are many unknown secret spells in the East. Is he doing this now?
I don’t know if Blake has read too many conspiracy theories, or because someone in the post bar recommended Journey to the West to him recently, he was a little obsessed with it.
Apart from training, his mind was full of bizarre things.
Westerners always bring some mysterious filters when seeing Eastern people. Just like when we look at attacking people, we also bring all kinds of filters.
"Zhang, what are you doing?" Blake couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart and asked with his mouth open.
"I'm asking for the wind, don't bother." Zhang Peimeng didn't even open his eyes. He didn't even open his brain, and he opened his mouth like this.
Blake:!!!
This completely shocked Bubrak.
Sure enough.
Journey to the West is sincere and never deceives me.
I remember that they also have a history book about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which also contain plots about how to borrow the style. They are indeed not simple.
But think about it.
He is really happy to be able to ask for a good wind speed. Who doesn’t want the wind speed to be the right one when he runs?
I really think I like to run against the wind.
It's either a fool or a mentally retarded person.
Running with the wind makes you feel comfortable.
"What is he doing?" Guy was also attracted by this strange behavior. When he saw Blake asking, he couldn't help but walk to Blake and asked.
But I knew that Blake had even winked at him, and even deliberately lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Speak quietly, he is asking for the wind."
"You don't want us to run a big headwind, either."
Guy:!!!
His expression was just the same as Blake.
Turning his head to look at Zhang Peimeng.
There was a look of astonishment in my eyes.
...
Tianchao Sports Station.
"Okay, the audience is about to start. The competition is the third group, which is also the last group of the men's 100m semi-finals. This group also has Chinese players playing, and he is our country's Zhang Peimeng." Yang Jian also looked at the players in the third group appearing. Following the director's screen, "Zhang Peimeng actually competed in the Bird's Nest in 2008, but at that time he competed 200m."
"Well, at that time, Zhang Peimeng was still the main attacker of 200 meters." Li Tao also nodded and said, "But after the Beijing Olympics in Beiya, he transferred his main event. It seems that he is still very successful at the moment. Not only did he break 10 seconds, he became one of the few Asian breakers, but his personal PB has also reached 9.91. He even entered the finals at the Daegu World Championships last year."
"This is definitely a success for his personal career."
Li Tao's words are definitely not a compliment. Just Zhang Peimeng's level, if he is the main attack of 200 meters, he will never be able to enter the finals in his life. This is a very realistic thing. Even Su Shen and Xie Zhengye seem to have broken through 20 seconds and entered a new height, increasing the 200 meters in Asia by level.
but……
If placed on the world stage, it is still not very good.
Therefore, he personally believes that it was a very wise decision for Zhang Peimeng to convert the main item to 100 meters after 2008.
This changed the height of his entire career.
Of course, this premise is that he wants to succeed.
If he turns 100 meters and his entire score is down, then the reputation is not like this. As an athlete, if he doesn't say he looks at the medal, he must have to look at the results.
"The contestants in this group include Yuhan Blake, Adam Jamilly, Derek Atkins, Jason Warner, Liangta, Shanxian County, Longdel Sorillo, Tyson Guy, and Zhang Peimeng." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he looked at the information on hand and continued: "After reading this group of participants, I still have to say that Zhang Peimeng is not very lucky."
"It's not very good," Li Tao also said: "This group is also very powerful. Blake and Guy alone have already locked in the top two and will not give the rest any chances. In this group, the only chances are left is this little q."
"From the current situation..." Li Tao shook his head slightly: "Even Xiao Q is not that easy to fight for."
"Through the first two groups of competitions, we have been able to launch this shot and want to enter the score line of Xiao Q."
"The guaranteed minimum is 9.90s." Li Tao said: "Even if you get 9.90 seconds, you still have to compete with Powell and Ryan Bailey in the thousands of points, and you have to eliminate one person."
"So far, Zhang Peimeng's personal best result is the 9.91s he won at the Asian Games in Yangcheng two years ago."
"So that means that if he wants to win Xiao Q, he must achieve the best results in his career in this item."
"This is not easy in normal times, let alone in the Olympics. I think we should not put too much pressure on athletes. Athletes are also humans, not machines. It is already very difficult to be able to perform at a normal level in such major competitions. It is quite difficult to achieve extraordinary performance."
Seeing Li Tao cool down the audience, Yang Jian also said: "It is indeed not too much pressure on athletes. Don't forget that although Zhang Peimeng participated in the Olympics for the second time, in the 100-meter event, it is really the first time that the big girl has been in the flower sedan. As a 100-meter event, he can reach the semi-finals in the Olympics and perform at his own level. Ten seconds are enough. What do you think, Coach Li?"
"It's enough to open ten seconds." Li Tao agreed. The goal set by Yang Jian is more practical and looks good when it comes to it. If you can open ten seconds, it's no longer something that ordinary Asian athletes and white athletes can do.
It's already possible to hold on to the scene.
There are too many harsh criticisms that they can also help them fight back.
But Zhang Peimeng didn't think so. Although he was trying to run and adjusting the starting gear when he stood on the field, he had always been thinking about it and was feeling the change in wind speed.
When the referee announced that the athlete had returned to his track and was about to start issuing electronic passwords...
Zhang Peimeng prayed silently with his hands folded.
"What is Pei Meng doing? It's not just praying to let himself run, right? What's the use of praying at this time?" Zhao Haohuan looked at Zhang Pei Meng on TV, a little confused. It seems that running is the most important thing.
Ask God and worship Buddha?
No need.
When he was in an injury state, he kept falling, he asked for many gods and worshiped many Buddhas without any response.
So he didn't believe in this at all.
If there are really gods and Buddhas.
That for him.
My gods and Buddhas are the peers next to me.
Apart from that, he wouldn't believe anyone who told him this.
"It's not necessarily praying to make yourself run faster, maybe it's praying for something else." Su Shen seemed to guess Zhang Peimeng's thoughts and smiled faintly: "Maybe he's just praying for better wind speed."
"Wind speed?" Zhao Haohuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, as if he had thought of something, and immediately said: "Yes, if the gun's wind speed is fast enough, then it is indeed a calculation. Even if there is a super wind speed, that's not bad. At least the result of promotion is calculated."
"I just don't know if there will be strong winds to help."
"I don't know this, it depends on luck." But I didn't know that as soon as I finished speaking, Su Shen answered like this.
Get one with a slight slightest.
Can.
Although the sound is not loud.
Zhao Haohuan felt that the latter seemed to be saying in his words and expressions—
There must be.
I said.
...
Before the game begins.
Guy, who was drinking water and adjusting the trajectory in the final tactics, suddenly stopped the movement in his hand.
Turn your head and look over.
It was just right.
Blake also looked over.
Neither of them was looking at each other.
But because the eyes meet at the same place.
Let them all notice each other's eyes as soon as possible.
"This..." Guy spread his hands and felt it.
Behind.
Suddenly, I felt a sense of pushing my back.
I believe there is no need to say more about what this feeling means.