Run Out of My Life - Chapter 342

    July 13th, the night before the Golden League in Rome.

    In the suite of a five-star hotel in Rome, a black man tossed and turned on the soft and wide bed, sat up suddenly, and did push-ups on the smooth ground under the bed for a while, until his body seemed to A little tired, I lay straight on the bed.

    After a few minutes or tens of minutes, the lying figure turned over again, beating the soft mattress with his hands and feet with the ground for a while, and finally half-supported his body and looked at the head of the bed desk lamp in a daze.

    At this moment, a rustling sound came from outside the room, and a middle-aged black man in his 40s entered the door. The black man who was pulling the lamp by the bedside frowned slightly and said:

    “Asafa, it’s past 1 am now, you should have a good rest!”

    “Terry, do you think I can get my world record back?”

    The lamp on the bedside table flickered from time to time, Asafa Powell was lying on the bed, looking at the agent who walked in from the door, and asked like a sleepy child.

    “I think, I can run to 9 seconds 71, I will challenge Su.”

    “It’s time to rest, don’t think about it anymore.” Terry lowered his voice, as the current hottest sprinter’s agent, he has enough knowledge about his clients .

    Only in the dead of night like this, only when it is unknown, can people see the vulnerable side of one of the world’s top sprinters.

    “I can’t sleep, Terry!”

    Powell was lying on the white soft bedding. The air conditioner of the hotel was turned on very high and the temperature was pleasant. However, Asafa Powell lying on the bed only felt a burst of irritability, and his eyes were hidden. with red silk.

    “I’m thinking about tomorrow’s game, I want to beat Sue, and Tyson Gay, and it’s said that there’s a new challenger coming up, to break the world record, but that It’s not easy.”

    Asafa, who no longer continued to swing the bedside lamp, rested his head on his right arm, his voice was low, with a heavy nasal sound, his eyelids were drooping, and he seemed very tired, but when he talked about the world record , When talking about the game, the eyes will suddenly open again and become excited.

    “Asafa, you are the best sprinter, you know it, I know it, and everyone around the world knows it. Think about it this year, you beat Su, he’s not Invincible.”

    The agent Terry leaned over and looked at the black youth in front of him. At the age of 25, he was at the peak of his career, but after he missed the World Championships in 2004 and 2005, his Mental quality becomes unstable.

    Especially in 2006, after losing six Golden League games to Suzu, he is now in shadow.

      . Like many insomniacs, he is groggy, but he knows he is awake.

    “Su is adjusting his technique. His original stride was too small. Now I feel that he has caught up with me. Our running technique is very close. I watched the golden league video of the Paris station. Now, I feel like he’s found a rhythm.”

    “But…” Terry straightened up, a little annoyed and a little pitiful, “So what?! Asafa, you can defeat him once, and you can defeat him a second time. Three times, you are almost not far from him, you just need a better mentality, and the last person to win the championship medal is you.”

    The black youth lying on the bed was silent for a while, and then slowly spit out, “I don’t know.”

    “Alas…” Agent Terry looked at Powell on the bed and sighed softly.

    According to his plan, he gave up the next Grand Prix and the Golden League after learning that Su Zu was participating in the Paris Station, and made every effort to prepare for the World Championships, but after the Paris World Championships, Asafa Powell Unwilling, when the outside world questioned that he dared not face Su Zu, he asked to return to the Golden League in Rome and face Su Zu head-on.

    And the result is this, the spirit is haggard, and I can’t sleep all night.

    Asafa Powell is a sprint superstar brought out from Jamaica by agent Terry. He has been ups and downs in the field of sprint competition for many years, but he knows only how outstanding the black young man lying in front of him is. Physical condition talent.

    In the 1980s and 1990s, when Carl Lewis dominated the men’s 100-meter sprint, Carl Lewis, who was 1.88 meters tall, was known for his super stride. The key to standing out and dominating that era.

    In the mid and late 1990s, Morris Green, who is 1.76 meters tall, was crowned king. The stride frequency allowed Green to beat his opponents time and time again, setting a world record.

    Asafa Powell, who is 1.90 meters tall, has both the strengths of Karl Lewis and Maurice Green. Powerful muscles support high cadence.

    Perfect starting reflexes, powerful acceleration, impeccable running skills, Asafa Powell has everything it takes to be a top sprinter.

    However, he lacks the matching desire for victory and for the championship, which is almost crazy.

    After many defeats with Su Zu, even if he wins Su Zu once, even if he wants to compete with Su Zu, but the real thing is coming, and he needs to stand with Su Zu again At a starting line, he is still nervous, anxious.

    The next day, when agent Terry saw Powell come out of the room with a tired face, he was no longer optimistic about today’s game.

    And the result was not what he expected.

    When Su Zu crossed the finish line in 9.87 seconds, Powell was only 0.03 seconds behind him.

    In this game, Terry can clearly see that Su Zu is recovering his rhythm and state, and has not reached the peak, but Powell lost.

    With a 60-meter lead in front, in the last 40 meters, when Su Zu came to Powell’s side, Powell’s movements were all deformed, his body muscles were stiff, and his arms were always swinging. It was the five fingers that opened and clenched into a fist at that moment, and the large and powerful stride was greatly reduced.

    Before the finish line, Su Zu ran around the field again. Terry knows that the outside world has questioned Su Zu these days, and he is celebrating his new life. He has started new running techniques and new rhythms in fierce competitions.

    And Asafa Powell, with his head bowed, once again turned ashen.

    “Asafa, I think you need a break.”

    After finishing the Golden League in Rome, outside the locker room, Terry made his suggestion to Asafa Powell out of a sports agent’s consideration.

    “What?! What do you mean, Terry?”

    Asafa Powell’s eyes widened, “Are you going to terminate the contract with me? I can win, the next Sheffield Grand Prix, the Madrid Grand Prix, I will win!”

    Powell saw the dissatisfaction of the agent who brought him to the international arena these days. When Terry suggested him to take a break, he instinctively thought that the other party seemed to want to Terminate the contract with him.

    Terry shook his head, “No, Asafa, you are the best sprinter, I will not terminate the contract with you, I also hope that you can win more championships and break world records .but…”

    Terry pointed to Powell’s chest, “You need a strong heart, I think, before the Osaka World Championships, you should rest for a while, go back to Jamaica, go home, and adjust well .”

    “I…” Powell seemed to want to explain, but the agent on the side shook his head at him again, “Listen to me, you should go back and look for the first time you walked on the runway. a feeling of.”

    …

    Jamaica.

    After landing from Kingston Airport, a Toyota off-road vehicle left the most prosperous city in Jamaica.

    All the way along the not spacious two-way two-lane road, through a large banana plantation, after an hour and a half drive, the off-road vehicle stopped at a quite quiet mountain village.

    “Asafa, why are you back, shouldn’t you be playing now?”

    In a two-story building with a small courtyard, Asafa Powell just got out of the car when a black boy with a rounded body walked towards him.

    “Jason, you’re getting fat again.” Powell showed a long-lost smile, reached out and rubbed the black boy’s head, “Did you drive my toys out when I was away? .”

    “No no no, I don’t dare, those toys of yours are all modified, they are so crazy, I can’t control it.” The black boy named Jason waved his hands again and again.

    “I don’t believe you.” Powell looked at the other party’s expression, and knew that when he left home to participate in the competition, the black teenager in front of him often tossed his few Toyota modified cars .

    But it’s all from his own family. The black boy is the son of his eldest brother. If he really drives his car out, he won’t say anything.

    He stretched out his hand and suddenly rubbed the belly of the black boy, and immediately shook his head, “Jason, you should exercise, only you are the fattest in our family.”

    The black teenager pointed his finger at a black woman who came out from the back of the room, and grinned, “No, I’m not.”

    Asafa Powell stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of the other’s neck, “Jason, it looks like I have to take you to training tomorrow.”

    “No no no, forgive me.” The black boy screamed strangely while twisting his chubby body.

    At this moment, the black woman at the door also came over, Powell let go of him, stepped forward and hugged the black woman gently, “Mom!”

    “Just come back.” The black woman smiled and didn’t ask why his son who was playing outside suddenly came back, but lightly tidied the collar for the other party, her eyes full of love .

    After a while, other people gradually gathered in the small courtyard. Williams Powell, dressed in a neat suit and shirt, hurried back from the church when he heard the news that his son had returned home.

    Williams Powell, who is over fifty years old, is the only priest in the village. He wears a pair of glasses. He is also about 1.9 meters tall, but his belly is bulging because of his age. . And several of his brothers, one by one, have returned home from various other places.

    No one asked why Powell, who should be racing in Europe at the moment, came home suddenly, everyone greeted them naturally, and talked about Powell’s modified cars parked in the yard, his turbo How powerful is the supercharged engine.

    Only at this moment, Powell suddenly understood why Terry asked him to stop the following game and return to his home in Jamaica.

    For him, this moment is with his family, he is no longer a sprinter, he doesn’t have to think about who his opponent will be in tomorrow’s race, he doesn’t need to think about the world record, just use a relaxed tone with everyone Chatting endlessly.

    5am.

    Asafa Powell was suddenly awakened by the sound of clattering footsteps on the street outside.

    He glanced at the decoration in the room, it was his home and his room, not a hotel, and when he heard the sound of clattering footsteps outside, he suddenly stopped What was that sound?

    Get up, put on his clothes and shoes, and he quietly left the house.

    It was still a little dark in the small mountain village at 5 in the morning, but the neon street lights on the street made it possible to clearly see the road on the street.

    In the corner of the somewhat dirty concrete street, clothes and water bottles, as well as some ordinary mineral water bottles, are scattered here and there.

    Following the direction of the clattering footsteps, Powell gradually followed.

    In front of him, dozens of teenagers and girls are starting running morning exercises in the village’s residential streets. barking.

    Asafa Powell started the morning run with the team, and he felt incomparable peace in the constant sound of footsteps in his ears.

    This is the mountain village where he grew up, this is Jamaica where track and field sprinters are rapidly rising.

    Just like the teenagers in many countries in South America who play football in various streets and muddy fields, they also started their careers from such a simple venue.

    The morning jogging team ran around the village and stopped in front of a **** on a residential street.

    It is said to be stopped, but the team is not moving forward, but the boys and girls in different clothes are still running in place.

    A middle-aged black man in a white T-shirt stood on the side of the street in front of the team, shouting the password: “Close your mouth when you run, pay attention to your breathing, can you hear me!”

    In the crowd, some teenagers and girls who had just finished their morning run warm-up suddenly closed their panting mouths, their chests and abdomens rose and fell, and they constantly adjusted their breathing.

    “Leg Raises, Ready, Go!”

    With the order of the middle-aged black man, dozens of black teenagers quickly began to run in place, and the clattering footsteps were like a rainstorm hitting the roof tile glass.

    “Speed ​​up and raise your legs!”

    Asafa Powell, who fell behind the crowd, followed the command of the middle-aged black man in front of him, and also started the training action of high leg raises, just like he used to train with other teenagers.

    From the time he entered the team and started running in the morning, many of the boys and girls who trained together recognized him. He was the pride of this village and the greatest sprinter who ran out. But at this moment, no one approached him almost, and some were just serious and focused training.

    “Okay, let’s run!”

    After many teenagers and girls entered the running rhythm of raising their legs, the middle-aged black man issued the next training password.

    The black teenagers and girls on the field are also completely familiar with every instruction of the middle-aged black man. With his voice, the first row and the second row are starting to face forward and keep their legs high. Action run.

    The **** of the residential street is about 10 degrees to 20 degrees. This is the track and field where these teenagers train.

    Group after group of running towards the **** began, and the middle-aged black man also saw the outstanding Asafa Powell in the middle of the team, he also did not make a sound, still facing the other Like people, he continued his training program.

    Running up the **** with high legs, followed by a short rest period for everyone, followed by sprinting and accelerating from the low slope, stepping and jumping, three or five teenagers and girls, one Group after group, rushed to the top of the **** and returned to continue.

    This kind of training lasted for an hour or two, and it was not over until the sky was completely bright and the sun was sticking out in the eastern sky.

    Asafa Powell was panting, and only at this time did he have time to walk in front of the middle-aged black man who had been training many teenagers.

    “Coach…”

    Asafa Powell’s eyes flickered, he didn’t dare to look up at the middle-aged black man directly, he wanted to say something, but the middle-aged black man interrupted him blankly: “You should in Europe.”

    “I…”

    Asafa Powell was at a loss for words, facing the middle-aged black man in front of him, even if he used to be the world record holder of the men’s 100m, he never had much courage.

    Because Stephen Francis was standing in front of him, it only took 4 years to train him, a track and field layman, to become the track and field coach of the fastest man in the world.

    “Asafa, I have always been following your game. Now, I have nothing to teach you, you need to control your own career in the future. The 100-meter race It’s the battlefield, you’re fighting the ‘fastest in the world’ and you have to understand that. Anytime you back off, it’s not you who wins.”