Run Out of My Life

In the auditorium of the Gottlieb Daimler Stadium, it was like a boiler with a high temperature of 100 degrees.

Lin Bang raised the five-star red flag in his hand high, and like many Chinese students around him, loudly shouted the name of Su Zu on the field.

This is the first time he watched the game as a spectator and cheered for Su Zu.

He has resigned from the original company, and this time he resigned to Europe, which is entirely his personal expenses. The cost of air tickets and room and board is not cheap, plus the tickets, this is not a small expense.

It can be said that the salary he has saved from working in the past few years is basically squandered on this European trip.

Before I set off, I just wanted to change my mood and sort out the way I accidentally entered the profession of sports reporter over the past few years.

When I choose to travel, I almost subconsciously think of Germany, Stuttgart, and the IAAF Finals.

, will Su Zu go to the competition?

In just a few short years, the stunned young boy who just came out of the society has already been familiar with track and field competitions, especially sprint events, regardless of the competition venue and current runners.

At this time, he looked at Su Zu who was standing in the middle of the arena shaking hands with Powell. On the big screen at the scene, the two were shaking hands in a friendly way, and he couldn't help but have countless emotions.

I have mixed feelings, probably this is the feeling.

Although it is not the most real story that happened to him, he has followed and witnessed Su Zu's growth trajectory in the past few years.

The teenager he saw at the first national championship, he was really on top of the world.

At this moment, Lin Bang didn't know what his next job would be like, but sitting in the audience, raising the bright red flag in his hand, he only felt honored, honored, and lucky!

I was fortunate to meet you when I was just graduating, and I was fortunate to have the same language and culture as you, and I was fortunate to see you climb the highest mountain!

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On the arena, Powell, who looked slightly frustrated, slowly raised his head, stared at Su Zu for a long time, reached out to hold his palm, and grinned.

"Su, you are a good opponent!"

Powell said slowly, as a seasoned veteran, maybe he may be nervous and feel pressure before the game, but after the game, at least he can adjust his own mentality.

It's just the game, what if you lose again?

Before breaking the world record in 2005, he was not without losses, and even after breaking the world record, he would still lose to other opponents who were not as strong as him.

This is sports competition, every athlete from a low-level competition, a competition to the highest level, cannot be a complete victory.

There are winners and losers, this is the normal state of the game.

Where are there people who are always victorious and undefeated in the sports field, and in several games with Su Zu, Powell has also recognized the reality, Su Zu's strength is stronger than him, not as strong as he thought The difference seems to be.

It's not impossible.

He and Asafa Powell also refreshed their personal bests several times this year, which proves that his potential does not stop there, as long as he works hard, there is still room for improvement.

And the feeling that Su Zu gave him also became very clear, there is no doubt that Su's presence can be of a super high standard.

This young player from Asia has an extraordinary psychological quality. Every time he faces a challenge from a strong player, he can always win with a strong psychological quality.

But at the beginning of his season, at the 2004 Olympics, he also lost in the men's 100m and 200m.

With such an opponent appearing, you can stimulate yourself not to relax and work harder!

Other players on the sidelines, Tyson Gay and Leonard Scott saw Suzu reaching out to Powell and also heard what he said.

Several people felt a little emotional for a while.

Look at the eight players on the field, seven of them are black, and the one who won the game and set a record is the Chinese with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin!

"Su, congratulations!"

"Su, your performance is perfect!"

When Su Zu and Tyson Gay, Leonard Scott and others hugged one by one to express their thanks and congratulations, Su Zu looked at the eyes of everyone looking at him. Times became more elusive in Zurich.

The smile is still kind, but there is always something hidden deep in the eyes.

Until several other players walked past Su Zu one by one, at a certain moment, Su Zu suddenly stepped on and realized that he may have now become the number one public enemy in the track and field world.

Gatling broke the record for the first time, Powell broke the record for the second time, and this time, it was Tyson Gay, already many sprinters like Tyson Gay.

At least in the sprinting event, he is already a veritable big man, the object that countless athletes want to challenge and beat.

Like the former Carl Lewis and Maurice Green, who holds the world record and is the fastest runner, but also the one with the most enemies.

The black people who watched the game here, and even a young boy who wore spiked shoes for the first time in obscurity, all wanted to kick him off the throne.

No one likes a winner, especially when the winner is not themselves or their own faction.

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After congratulating and thanking the other players, Su Zu turned around again and gestured to the audience present.

Shake hands with many spectators pouring over from the nearest auditorium on the sidelines, and I don't know who gave him a five-star red flag, Su Zu unfolded him and draped it over his body.

The flashing spotlight almost blinded Su Zu's eyes, and there were countless people calling his name, applauding, cheering, screaming...

Crazy, frenzy, this is how Su Zu felt in a moment!

Su Zu raised his head and wandered among the crowd. He wanted to find Li Zhizhong and Zhang Pingqiu, but he always felt that someone around him was pulling his vest, shouting and shouting.

Su Zu didn't pay attention at first, it was difficult for him to tell how he felt at the moment.

There is calm, but it is also infected by the endless frenzy of the scene. At a certain moment, it seemed that his whole body was separated from this lively scene, and he watched with cold eyes, but the focus that was surrounded, the focus of attention, was himself!

"Su, Su Zu, come here!" Su Zu finally heard what the man behind him was saying. It was a middle-aged man in a formal suit, who seemed to be a staff member of the tournament. He kept shouting at Su Zu, "Su, you need to take a photo with your world record!"

Until this moment, Su Zu came back to his senses.

Turning to look at the timing board on the side of the track, the Arabic electronic numerals of 9 seconds 72 clearly come into view.

Su Zu walked over, half squatted on the track, put his right hand on the timing board, and faced the many reporters who had been taking pictures around him.

Smile!

This is my record!