The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2547 Who told you they were safe? They're not safe until they get past us.

There's a reason Mills is so confident.

He has truly excelled in the past few years.

Anyway, he thinks this is the current Jamaican relay team.

That's the best Jamaican relay team he's ever coached.

It's much better than Moscow's hasty start.

You'll know if you watch the game.

Front end of the relay zone.

Blake was already poised to strike, his aura perfectly synchronized with Carter's rhythm.

Unlike the other teams' baton receivers who waited anxiously in place, he stood steadily behind the pre-running line, his body slightly leaning forward, his legs in a lunge position, his eyes calm as a deep lake, reflecting only Carter's approaching figure.

Once the timing is right, we begin to gradually launch the initiative.

Arms are naturally bent at the sides.

Hold your palm loosely.

That was an instinctive posture formed through countless training sessions, just waiting for the baton to fall precisely into his hands.

At this moment, he could not hear the noise from the stands, nor the footsteps of his opponents. The only sounds in the world were his own breathing and the rhythmic thud of Carter's running.

He knew that he couldn't panic at the moment of receiving the baton, he couldn't disrupt his rhythm, and he couldn't let Carter slow down while waiting.

This is an ironclad rule that Coach Mills has repeatedly emphasized: seamless transitions at high speeds are the key to the Jamaican relay team's victory.

To achieve good results, one cannot be too conservative.

Therefore, Blake could sense that Carter's speed had not diminished at all, and that momentum coming from the wind was getting closer and closer.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

The sound of nails was like a torrential downpour of pear blossoms.

His body tensed slightly, fully prepared to handle the speed.

On the coaching bench beside the track, Coach Mills looked as steady as a rock, but in fact he was slightly nervous.

After all, this was his first major battle after years of careful training.

This battle is crucial to his reputation as Jamaica's best coach.

The knuckles turned slightly white from the force applied.

It's just that because his arms were crossed, no one could tell.

Mills stared intently at Carter and Blake, his eyes filled with tension and anticipation, though he was oblivious to the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

She appeared calm, but in reality, she was still somewhat apprehensive.

After all, the US team has been optimizing their game repeatedly, and their success rate in training is probably not low, but their error rate is extremely high once they're on the court.

Therefore, the training results can only be used as a reference.

This cannot be taken as a final conclusion.

not to mention.

In the past two years, he has devoted almost half of his energy to refining the handover of the relay team.

Everyone marvels at the Jamaican team's sprinting talent, but only he knows that beyond talent lies meticulous, day-to-day training.

He led Carter and Blake to repeatedly simulate different handover scenarios on the training field—from starting speed to pre-running timing, from baton passing angle to baton receiving force, from eye contact to synchronized breathing, even the slightest arc of wrist rotation when passing the baton and the speed at which fingers come together when receiving the baton, all of which had been refined thousands of times.

He told the two of them countless times that relay is not an individual race, but a transmission of speed and a tacit symbiosis. At the moment of handover, the two must become "one person" so that the speed is not lost even a little bit during the handover.

And if Bolt hadn't gone to the United States...

He couldn't spare that much attention to the relay race.

Bolt's presence there freed up his energy, allowing him to focus on this matter properly.

Now is the time to test the results.

His heart was in his throat, fearing the slightest mistake.

He also firmly believed in the disciples he had trained.

They will surely be able to deliver a perfect answer.

This conflicting feeling made his body tremble slightly.

His gaze lingered on the two green figures for a moment.

The American coaching staff, not far away, were also intently watching the track, their eyes filled with seriousness.

They watched Carter's unstoppable momentum and Blake's composed pre-run posture, their brows furrowing tightly.

As a traditional sprint powerhouse, the US team has always been known for its speed. However, in refining their relay handover, they have never been able to break free from the constraint of prioritizing stability, always wavering between speed and stability.

Watching Coach Mills train the Jamaican relay team over the past two years, they know that their opponents have long since moved beyond simply "safe handovers" and reached a new level of "high-speed, seamless transitions".

This is something they can't even begin to grasp.

After all, the US team's so-called "playing it safe" approach to handing over passes is prone to errors.

Do you still want them to take the high-speed, seamless route?
That'll probably break down in no time.

With three border areas, there are three chances for things to go wrong.

Then let me ask you, are you scared?
At this moment, they were filled with anxiety, hoping that their players could stabilize their rhythm, while also having a vague premonition...

This baton exchange by the Jamaican team may be the key to widening the gap.

That unease and apprehension were clearly visible on the faces of the coaching staff.

Some people shook their heads unconsciously, while others whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

It's understandable that things are complicated, after all, Jamaica and Moscow were similar teams before, a typical team whose succession depended on luck.

And they have changed over the past few years.

Significant rectification has already taken place.

But look at the US team, they announced their intention to reform the relay team at almost the same time as the Jamaican team...

But all they did was shout it.

There was no one actually coming to coordinate and take care of everything.

This results in them making progress, but the progress is too subtle.

The stability is not high enough.

It makes it seem like there's been no progress.

If others have made progress and you haven't, isn't that considered regression?

With a few steps to go before the relay zone, Carter began to subtly adjust his posture, making final preparations for the handover.

He did not slow down, maintaining his full-speed running momentum, only slightly narrowing the swing of his arms, with his right hand hanging naturally, palm facing up, steadily supporting the baton, the baton close to his forearm.

Avoid swaying while running.

This action was a baton-passing preparation posture tailored for him by Coach Mills, which ensures that the speed does not decrease and that the baton is in the easiest position to pass.

His head turned slightly, his gaze meeting Blake's precisely. In that instant, there were no words, no gestures, only a steady look that conveyed everything:
The speed is stable; ready for handover.

Blake instantly understood and his body, which had already begun its pre-run, leaned slightly forward to meet the challenge.

Align your palm precisely with the position of the Caterpillar stick, spread your fingers naturally, and be ready to receive it.

His running rhythm remained unchanged, still in sync with Carter's.

It was as if an invisible thread bound the two of them tightly together.

This is a moment that everyone is watching, a moment that embodies countless hours of hard work and perfect teamwork.

This is a major turning point for Jamaica in determining the success or failure of its reforms.

Carter gently pushed his right hand forward.

The baton follows the curve of the palm.

It slid steadily into Blake's palm.

The movements were light and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or unnecessary contact.

The instant Blake's fingers touched the baton.

They merged instantly.

Hold the baton firmly in your hand.

At the same time, he gently turned his wrist inward, pressing the baton tightly against the inside of his forearm. The whole movement was completed in one smooth motion, as fluid as water flowing into a river.

It's so natural, as if it were something you were born with.

There was no sound of collision, no shaking, and not even a single unnecessary movement. The handover was completed in the instant the two figures passed each other, so fast that even a high-speed camera had to freeze to see the details.

This is not a simple baton exchange, but a seamless transfer of speed, the ultimate expression of tacit understanding, and the perfect answer to Coach Mills' two years of coaching.

Carter didn't slow down much, and Blake didn't pause much either.

This is what makes the entire speed change at the instant of transition...

Not a single penny was lost.

Instead, thanks to Blake's explosive power, he instantly unleashed an even stronger momentum.

The moment the handover was completed, Carter did not slow down immediately. Instead, he continued running forward for three steps with the momentum before his body slowly stretched out. He looked ahead and saw Blake already speeding away with that green whirlwind.

A relieved smile finally appeared on his tense face.

The tense muscles then relaxed.

The moment Blake gripped the baton, his explosive power was instantly ignited. He was already known for his powerful acceleration in the later stages of the race, and now, receiving the full speed from Carter, he didn't need any transition and immediately began to stride into the starting line...

High-energy state!
Bang bang bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

During the process of increasing speed.

Blake's body tensed even more, and his arms swung with greater force, each swing carrying the power of thunder.

The force of the foot landing was immense, with a speed that cut through the wind.

It added a touch of ferocity to Carter's running style.

The green battle suit clung tightly to his body as the wind tore at it, outlining powerful muscle lines.

The green figure instantly transformed into a bolt of lightning, darting across the track at high speed.

They left their opponents further and further behind.

Coach Mills, standing by the track, relaxed instantly the moment he saw the handover completed.

He slowly unclenched his fists, beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks, and let out a long sigh of relief, the tension in his eyes instantly fading away.

Instead, they felt an overwhelming sense of excitement and relief.

He even couldn't resist raising his hand to touch his chin.

But after thinking about it, I decided against it.

However, he could barely suppress the smile on his face.

A confident smile spread across his lips.

The reason for this is because Mills knew...

He knew he had won.

They won because of their meticulous refinement over the past two years, and their relentless pursuit of "seamless integration".

Everyone says he is full of confidence for this year's World Championships. This confidence has never come out of thin air, but rather stems from thousands of repetitions on the training field, from absolute trust in his students' tacit understanding, and from a deep understanding of relay tactics.

At that moment, watching Blake's sprinting figure, he felt absolutely certain. This perfect baton exchange not only widened the gap with the opponent but also instilled the team with the confidence to win.

This year's Bird's Nest championship journey has already taken the most crucial step.

Moreover, this allowed the US team to maintain a close lead in the first leg.

It also quickly vanished into nothingness.

In contrast, the US coaching staff's expressions instantly darkened when they saw Jamaica's smooth and efficient handover.

His eyes were filled with shock and disappointment.

Just moments ago, there was a hint of anticipation on my face, but now all that remains is a profound sense of powerlessness.

They clearly saw that after the Jamaican team completed the handover... Blake did not pause at all.

Instead, they sprinted at full speed.

Meanwhile, Bromell, running the first leg, noticeably slowed down as he entered the relay zone to ensure a safe baton pass to Gatlin. Gatlin, after receiving the baton, had to readjust his pace and accelerate. This difference in speed and pace instantly widened the gap between them.

They watched the green figure recede into the distance, and saw their own players struggling to catch up but unable to close the gap, their hearts filled with anxiety and resentment.

But even the American team had to admit it.

Mills' coaching of the Jamaican relay team over the past two years has indeed far surpassed their previous achievements.

The opposing team has mastered the essence of relay passing, achieving impeccable "speed transfer," while they are still stuck in the constraints of "safety." This gap is not just about the athletes' teamwork!
It is also a gap in the coach's tactical philosophy.

Some people sighed heavily, while others shook their heads and lowered their heads, their expectations that had been hidden deep in their hearts.

After that perfect baton exchange, it instantly dimmed.

The American team in the past might have said that they didn't win the championship because they made mistakes.

As long as we don't make mistakes, we are the champions.

Now, would he still dare to say that?
You wouldn't dare, understand?

Because I'm no longer capable of saying it, saying it again would only make me a laughing stock.

The audience in the stands could no longer contain their excitement the moment the handover was completed, and they erupted in deafening cheers that instantly swept across the entire Bird's Nest stadium.

Everyone was stunned by the incredibly smooth handover. No one had ever seen such a silky relay pass, without any mistakes or pauses. It was as if the two were one entity, and the speed not only did not decrease during the handover, but became even stronger.

Some people couldn't help but stand up and applaud, while others shouted the name of the Jamaican team, even those who supported other teams.

I couldn't help but applaud this perfect teamwork and professionalism.

That's the charm of sprint relays—a perfect connection in a single instant.

That can ignite the enthusiasm of the entire audience.

That's how you write your own legend on the field.

After all, to the naked eye it looked like the Jamaican team, who suddenly teleported.

They defeated the American team, who had just been locked in a fierce battle with them.

It was pulled open in one go.

At this moment, Blake, carrying the speed and power passed down by Carter, was racing freely on the track. The green lightning bolt was running faster and faster, closing the distance between him and the blue figures of the American team behind him.

It grew bigger and bigger like a snowball.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the track ahead, with only one thought in his mind: to hold onto this advantage and pass it on to the next teammate.

He could feel that the baton in his hand carried not only speed, but also Coach Mills' expectations and Carter's trust.

It carries the glory of the Jamaican team.

Every step we take carries a mission that we cannot fail to live up to.

Unlike other teams, the Jamaican team doesn't actually have that much project depth.

Therefore, track and field must produce something.

Otherwise, this World Championships would have been a waste of time.

Or to put it bluntly, the only way for them to achieve results is through track and field.

Carter, having completed the handover, slowed down as he walked to the side of the track, his eyes fixed on Blake's figure, his face full of pride.

He knew he had accomplished his mission, and that perfect baton handover was the best answer he could give to the team.

He turned to look at the coaching bench and met Coach Mills's gaze.

The two exchanged a smile, needing no words.

They then understood the joy and certainty in each other's hearts.

The training of the past two years, the countless times of practice and adjustments, all paid off in that one moment.

If the Jamaican team in the past wanted to make such a handover, it would have been entirely up to fate, depending on whether God would grant them the opportunity.

There is absolutely no certainty.

But now, through two years of scientific training, we have gained this certainty.

As everyone's level of understanding and cooperation continues to improve.

Jamaica's relay level is visibly improving.

After all, this change put a lot of pressure on Mills, because Jamaica had never paid attention to the integration of relay team resources before.

Mills, sitting on the coach's bench, had completely calmed down by now.

Looking at Blake, who was far ahead on the track, I was filled with mixed emotions.

Over the past two years, despite external doubts, he has been dedicated to refining the handover details. Some people say he is making a mountain out of a molehill, believing that with the talent of Jamaican athletes, there is no need to spend effort on these details. However, he firmly believes that details determine success or failure.

Especially in sprint relays, where every second counts, a perfect handover is worth a thousand words.

Furthermore, we didn't know before, but now that the Chinese team has become a monster and a relay team that can rival Jamaica, it's a different story.

Can't you see it clearly yet?

Fortunately, I took on this responsibility and made firm changes to the relay process.

Otherwise, if the Jamaican team were to face them, the Chinese team would have very little chance of winning.

Fortunately, the Jamaican team is stronger overall, and each batter has a higher ceiling.

Therefore, he believed that as long as everyone in Jamaica handled the handover properly, Jamaica would have invincible power.

The previous loss to the Chinese relay team was simply because they exploited an opening.

Because I haven't trained properly in this area.

It's just last-minute preparation.

So let's stop grinding now.

Train hard.

Naturally, we can regain the honor.

As he watched Jamaica widen the gap and saw the solemn expressions on the faces of the US coaching staff, his confidence grew even stronger—this confidence.

It stems from countless days and nights of dedicated work.

It stems from absolute trust in his disciples.

It stems from the ultimate practice of tactical concepts.

He knew that the Jamaican team would certainly live up to expectations at this year's World Championships.

The road to victory begins with this perfect baton exchange.

The road ahead is now clear.

The faces of the US team's coaching staff grew increasingly grim.

They watched helplessly as their athlete Gatlin tried his best to accelerate, but could not close the gap with Blake.

They knew that the gap had already been sealed with that baton exchange; Jamaica's seamless transition had cost them their best chance to catch up.

Some couldn't help but whisper among themselves, their words filled with regret. If they could have been like Mills, abandoning their obsession with "safety" and focusing on refining high-speed handover, perhaps...

Otherwise, we wouldn't be in this passive situation now.

But there's no going back in life. Watching the green figure recede into the distance, they knew in their hearts that this ultimate showdown was over.

Perhaps the outcome was already decided from the moment the baton was passed.

Anyway, it has little to do with the American team anymore.

On the track, Blake maintained his lead, his green figure shining brightly under the lights, each step he took firm and powerful.

The scene of Carter and Blake handing over the ball has been frozen in time as a high-energy moment.

If they win the game, it will definitely be played repeatedly.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Two green figures crossed paths, and a silver baton was steadily passed on.

There were no lags, no mistakes, only smoothness and perfect coordination.

At this moment, the cheers in the Bird's Nest are still deafening, and everyone is still immersed in the shock of Jamaica's perfect handover.

Some people are praising Carter's composure.

Some people are marveling at Blake's explosiveness.

Some people are even praising Coach Mills' coaching skills.

This baton exchange not only widened the gap between the Jamaican and American teams, but also showed everyone the ultimate pursuit behind sprint relay.

Talent is important, but so is the daily practice and refinement.

Meticulous attention to detail is the key to achieving legendary status.

That's how relay races are now, at least.

We want to relive the last century, an era where you could win championships simply by relying on sheer strength and relentless attack.

It has ended.

"It's safe."

Coach Mills slowly raised his hand and gently patted the shoulder of the assistant coach next to him.

His eyes were full of composure.

He knew that this baton exchange was just the beginning, and there were still two more batons to run, but this perfect start had given the whole team enough confidence.

He looked out at the track and watched Blake race smoothly and swiftly across it.

She really couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

He firmly believes that the handover will be as perfect as that between Carter and Blake.

Jamaica's green legend will continue to be written on this Bird's Nest track.

The US team's coaching staff had lost their initial expectations; some slumped back into their seats, their eyes filled with disappointment.

They had to admit that they had shortcomings in training relay tactics.

Mills has already left them far behind.

This gap cannot be bridged in a short period of time.

As they watched the gap widen on the track, they knew that reversing the situation was now an impossible task.

But at that very moment...

Just after Jamaica made a strong handover performance.

When everyone thought the Jamaican team would easily defeat the American team to win the championship and even break the world record.

There are always some people.

It popped up and shifted the world line.

The voice seemed to be speaking.

What does beating the American team even mean?

If you want to win a gold medal.

You have to defeat me first.

We need to defeat our relay team.

Just at this time.

Even Yang Jian couldn't help but praise the other party for doing a good job.

One can't help but wonder, if the Jamaican team's handover is this good, how did they manage to win?

There are always exceptions.

Liu Xiang had been keeping a close eye on our path.

He was only responsible for commentating on our turn; after all, he was an amateur player, so it was unlikely that he could cover the entire audience.

But even so, coupled with his professional experience and expertise, he gained valuable insights.

We've captured something that no one else has.

"Do not……"

"Jamaica's victory is not yet guaranteed!"

"us!"

"We're up!"