Other staff on site rushed up and quickly checked whether the fallen athlete was injured.
As long as the fall in middle-distance running is not too severe and does not cause any problems, most runners will choose to get up and continue running.
The game continues.
"What's going on? Did Yingying fall?" Teacher Lu couldn't see clearly because of her presbyopia, so she grabbed He Xiangyu's arm and asked anxiously.
He Xiangyu's eyes searched desperately for Xie Wanying in the crowd, but it was just: it was too difficult!
Why is it difficult? Because it’s too messy.
The runners who ran out in a group were in a mess after falling, but the scene of fighting for the track did not stop. Those who did not fall, or those who got up after falling, continued to fight for the track in front, and no one was willing to fall behind.
Little by little, you can imagine the intensity of today's women's 800-meter competition. The audience was frightened by this scene, and screams came one after another, mixed with the cheers for the players: Aaaaaaa? Fell again?
Before reaching a distance of less than 100 meters, the team fell for the second time.
Bang bang, bang, bang, bang, throw together, get out.
Did you go crazy?
The audience's throats were hoarse and their eyes were almost blinded.
What a weird horse situation? This is a women’s 800-meter race, not a 100-meter race. How come they all run crazier than the 100-meter race?
This shows that as long as half of the contestants are unwilling to give in, the intensity of this competition can become fierce and bloody.
Tragic, tragic, tragic!
The anchor on the presidium jumped up, held up the microphone and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Quick, quick, quick -"
No matter who was shouted out for being faster, the clear and brutal battle on the track fully demonstrated that today’s results were outstanding.
The announcer was like a strong wind blowing away the flame of the 800-meter event, and the raging passion spread to the entire stadium in an instant.
It was as if the pause button was suddenly pressed on other ongoing matches.
In the high jump event, the referees, contestants and spectators all turned around to look at the track.
Is that the competition that Xie is participating in? Dai Nanhui, who was also in the competition, was shocked by the scene in front of him: This, this, this? Isn’t it too hard?
The desperate efforts of the contestants drove up the enthusiasm of the audience: fast, fast, fast - countless people followed the anchor's voice and shouted loudly, "Come on."
Thousands of people shouted in unison, floating in the sky above the stadium, scaring away the birds in the sky. Such enthusiasm and such a grand event have never been seen before.
"Crazy, crazy -" Wei Tianlang frankly called the competition in front of him, "How can they run 800 meters as if they were 100 meters?"
What a joke. Everyone knows that the distance between 100 meters and 800 meters is very different. If you treat 800 meters as a 100-meter competition, you will die.
Really, it depends on the speed. Every time I see the off-field referee lower his head to scan the jumping numbers on the stopwatch, his eyes shrink: this speed is really like a 100-meter run.
"Is the women's 800-meter race in the capital so crazy?" Wei Tianlang turned to ask the others because he was afraid. He could swear that this kind of competition scene had never been seen in any sports meeting he had seen.
Pass.
This question needs to be asked to people in the capital.
Uncle Zhai, Zhai Yunsheng, who is known for his gentleness and calmness and is a veteran who has participated in the most sports games in the capital, was also stunned by the scene in front of him.
Except for him, everyone in the capital looked blank.
The usual women's 800-meter race in their capital is definitely not like this.
Section Chief Zhang, who was pointing at Cao Zhao's nose and talking, saw another abnormality in the competition and asked Cao Zhao: "Are there any of your National League students in this competition?"
