Chapter 2674： 【2674】Tragic

Chapter 2674 [2674] tragic

Other staff at the scene rushed up and quickly checked whether the athlete who fell was injured.

As long as the fall in this kind of middle-distance running is not too violent, the general runners will choose to get up and continue running.

The game continues.

"What's the matter? Did Yingying fall?" Mr. Lu's presbyopia couldn't see it, so he grabbed He Xiangyu's arm and asked anxiously.

He Xiangyu's eyes scanned the crowd desperately to find Xie Wanying's figure, but: It's too difficult!

Why is it difficult? Because it's too messy.

The group of players ran out, and they fell into a mess, but the scene of grabbing the track did not stop because of this. Those who didn't fall, or those who got up after falling, continued to compete for the track in front of them. No one was willing to fall behind a little bit. One can imagine the fierce competition of the women's 800 meters today. The audience was frightened by this scene, and waves of screams came one after another, mixed with the cheers for the players: acridine acridine? Fall again?

Before reaching the distance of less than 100 meters, the second group fall.

bang bang bang, bang dong dong, hug and fall, get out.

Crazy about this?

The audience not only shouted hoarse, but their eyes were almost gone.

What is the status of the horse? This is a women's 800-meter run, not a 100-meter run. Why are they all crazier than a 100-meter run?

Explains that as long as half of the players are unwilling, the intensity of this competition can enter into a white-hot bloodbath.

tragic, tragic, tragic!

The anchor on the presidium jumped up, holding the microphone and shouting like a broken voice: "Quick, quick, quick—"

No matter who is shouting fast, the clear and brutal battle on the track fully shows that today's results are going to be unbeatable.

The announcer was like a gust of wind that blew out the flames of the 800-meter race, and the raging passion spread to the whole stadium in an instant.

Other ongoing matches seem to have been suddenly pressed the pause button.

In the high jump event, the referees and the audience all turned around to look at the track.

Is that the competition that Xie is participating in? Dai Nanhui, who was also in the game, was shaken by the scene in front of him: This is this? Too hard?

The hard work of the contestants drove the enthusiasm of the audience to rise in a straight line: fast, fast, fast - countless people followed the voice of the anchor and shouted cheers.

Thousands of people shouted in unison, floating in the sky above the stadium, startling the birds in the air. Such enthusiasm, such a grand event, has never been seen before.

"Crazy, crazy—" Wei Tianlang said frankly about the competition in front of him, "How can they run 800 meters as if they were 100 meters."

What a joke. No one knows that the distance between 100 meters and 800 meters is far away, and it is life-threatening to treat 800 meters as a 100-meter competition.

Is it right? It depends on the speed. Every time the referee looks down at the beating numbers on the stopwatch outside the court, his eyes shrink a circle: this speed is really like a 100-meter run.

"Is the women's 800 meters in the capital so crazy?" Wei Tianlang turned to ask the others, he was scared. This kind of game scene, he can swear by the sky, has never seen it in any sports meeting he has ever seen.

This question needs to be asked in the capital.

The uncle Zhai Yunsheng, who is known for his calmness and calmness, is regarded as the veteran who has participated in the most games in the national capital. At this moment, he is also shocked by the scene in front of him.

In addition to him, all the people in the capital have dull expressions.

The women's 800-meter race in their country is definitely not like this.

Section Chief Zhang, who pointed to Cao Zhao's nose and spoke, saw that there was another abnormality in the game, and asked Cao Zhao, "Are there any of your National Association students in this game?"