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The training life on the plateau is not much different from when he was in Beijing. Duan Zhuo’s work and rest schedule has hardly changed. It’s just that people at high altitudes have a lot of difficulty breathing.

For the same ten kilometers, running in plain areas and running in high-altitude areas are completely different things. When the coach takes everyone out, they always carry oxygen cylinders with them. Whoever needs them will supply them immediately.

In the middle of the warm-up exercise that day, Duan Zhuo heard a "boom" on the treadmill next to him. He turned his head and found that Jiang Han's head had fallen onto the running belt.

The coach next to him reached out to pick it up, but it was still a step too late. Jiang Han was thrown out by the running treadmill and rolled twice on the ground. Duan Zhuo also hurriedly pressed the power button and ran over.

"Are you okay?" The coach tried to help Jiang Han up, but the first time he failed, Duan Zhuo helped hold Jiang Han's armpit, and it was not easy to help him to the chair next to him.

In just a few seconds, Jiang Han's originally rosy cheeks turned pale, especially his lips, showing an abnormal dryness.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Duan Zhuo asked anxiously.

Jiang Han frowned, put the palm of his left hand on the kneecap, and said weakly: "This side hurts."

The coach pulled the trouser leg of one leg and carefully pulled it up. There was an elastic band in the trouser leg of the sports pants, and the coach pulled it to the maximum with both hands.When moving to the knee position, the coach gave a soft "tsk".

Jiang Han was injured, not only his knee, but also his ankle was twisted, his flesh was visibly swollen, and his skin was tense.

The team doctor appeared in time, pinched Jiang Han's knee, and the fitness area suddenly yelled like a pig.

"It's probably a bone injury, I have to take a picture to see it."

Duan Zhuo and a few teammates helped carry him onto a stretcher and put him in the car. The team doctor drove him to the hospital, and the rest of the team continued to train.

It was nine o'clock in the morning when Jiang Han left, and it was already evening when he returned to the base.Duan Zhuo heard from the coach that he hadn’t eaten yet, so he packed an extra serving. He was going to eat with Jiang Han, but when he opened the door of the room, he found that Jiang Han’s eyes were red and swollen, as if he had just cried Have a game.

"What's going on?" Duan Zhuo closed the door in a low voice, "Is the knee injury serious?"

"Yeah." Jiang Han sighed long.

His patella was broken because it hit the edge of the running belt. The doctor said that he would have to recuperate for at least two months before he could resume training. To operate.

"Ah..." Duan Zhuo really didn't know how to comfort him.

Athletes pay attention to periodic training, and their physical fitness is slowly mobilized. This plateau training is the last cycle before the Asian Games. At this time, an injury is equivalent to disrupting the cycle. It is tantamount to practicing in vain.

No wonder Jiang Han wanted to hide in the room and cry secretly.

"Your body is important." Duan Zhuo thought for a long time, and he could only comfort him like this, "Eat first, otherwise the leg injury will not be easy to heal."

Duan Zhuo opened the lunch box and stuffed the chopsticks into Jiang Han's hands, and suddenly heard Jiang Han say: "I may not have a chance."

Duan Zhuo paused, in fact, he had already guessed the result when he heard Jiang Han's patella fracture just now.

It is said that the athletes of the national team are the strongest group of people, with bodies like steel, but in fact no athlete can escape the torture of illness.

"I really envy you." Jiang Han looked at Duan Zhuo, "How old are you, seventeen or eighteen?"

"Seventeen, eighteen in less than a month." Duan Zhuo said.

"That's great," Jiang Han repeated with a faint smile, "It's great to be young, I'm almost thirty, a round older than you."

Duan Zhuo silently chewed a piece of potato.

In fact, he has always been very envious of Jiang Han. A graduate student from Tsinghua University, he has qualifications, strength, and good looks. Jiang Han has won the Olympic Games several times and gained tens of millions of fans.

Every time there is a competition, there is a support club that pulls banners for Jiang Han. The most important point is that Jiang Han's freestyle is unmatched in the country. Duan Zhuo has practiced for so long, and there is still a gap of 0.35 with Jiang Han's best score.

Duan Zhuo secretly competed against Jiang Han, but his winning rate was far lower than Jiang Han's.

Unexpectedly, there will be times when I will be envied by the Olympic champion.

"But I have nothing." Duan Zhuo said, "I still owe more than 1 yuan in debt."

Jiang Han laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "After two years, you will realize that more than 1 yuan is nothing at all. You are young and healthy, which is your most proud capital. Only young people dare to say that everything is possible." .”

Duan Zhuo envied Jiang Han's ability, but he wasn't jealous, because Jiang Han could be said to be a line of defense. With Jiang Han around, no one was worried that the freestyle gold medal would fall into the hands of athletes from other countries.

Now that Jiang Han is injured, the pressure to win the 200m and 400m freestyle falls entirely on Duan Zhuo's shoulders.

Not long after, Coach He told him again that Jiang Han's old injury had reappeared, and he might miss the Asian Games. Jiang Han was going to go back to his hometown to recuperate and get a place in the next Olympic Games.

"The leader's idea is this. Jiang Han's individual events will be topped by athletes from our men's team, and I will arrange two more medley events for you. But in this case, the pressure on your shoulders will be greater, so I also ask Ask yourself what you mean."

Assigning tasks by the leader means being trusted. This is a good training opportunity. Duan Zhuo thought about it and said: "As long as I have an hour of rest between the two games, it will be fine."

"Success," Coach He smiled, "That's it."

The task on his shoulders is heavy, and Duan Zhuo dare not slack off in his training tasks. The time for lunch is also used to read literature and look for technical breakthroughs. Two weeks before the opening of the Asian Games, Duan Zhuo began to suffer from insomnia. He knew it was very difficult. It shouldn't, but the body is out of control.

Every dream of his is about the swimming pool.

He was soaked in the blue pool water and swam desperately until his limbs were sore and he couldn't lift up anymore. His body was about to sink to the bottom of the pool, but he couldn't see the end of the pool.

The insomnia was directly reflected on his face. The coach quickly discovered this and arranged psychological counseling for him.

Because athletes cannot take medicine casually, the psychiatrist communicates with Duan Zhuo every night, trying to relieve him of stress, but the effect is not satisfactory.

No doctor can truly appreciate the tension an athlete feels before a game.

"This is your first international competition, and it's normal to be nervous. You can think about happy things..." The doctor thought for a while and asked, "Do you have any plans after the competition?"

Duan Zhuo immediately thought of Jiang Sui, but for a while he didn’t know what words to use to describe his relationship with Jiang Sui, friends or roommates, it seemed that he shouldn’t, and finally he just said: “Have a meal with my family Well, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

The Asian Games are held in a foreign city, C. The city is near the sea. There is no severe cold in winter and no scorching heat in summer. The climate is pleasant, but the downside is that the government departments here are quite petty. The athletes are arranged in very old local hotels. Two people a room.

Duan Zhuo lives with an older brother in the team.

As soon as he entered the room, the senior brother pointed at the wall: "If this wall hadn't been thirty years old and my name was written upside down, it would be nothing. ?”

Duan Zhuo hung his backpack on the hanger, and when the backpack touched the wall, a piece of "crispy skin" the size of a palm fell off the wall and shattered all over the floor.

The curtains on the wall don’t block light. If it’s daytime, don’t even think about falling asleep in the room without wearing an eye mask. The flushing effect of the toilet in the bathroom is not ideal, and the water flow is very small. If it’s a large size, it needs to be flushed. You can smell the smell of a sewer.

"Is this fucking for people to live in?" Senior brother walked around the room and cursed, "These people have gone to great lengths to torment us."

Many athletes in the team couldn't accept the environment here, and even contacted the team leader, wanting to apply for a hotel change at their own expense, but the team leader refused, saying that the local government stipulated that the athletes could only stay in this area to facilitate some temporary tests.

Everyone complained incessantly, but Duan Zhuo quickly adapted to the environment here, after all, he even lay down in a bridge hole before.

"Just let it go, anyway, it's only a few days, I have a disposable steam eye mask in my bag, you can use it." Duan Zhuo said.

"Damn it, you're really too prescient!"

Duan Zhuoxin said, in fact, it was not he who had the foresight, but Jiang Sui.

During the period when he was insomnia in Qinghai, Jiang Sui was also anxious and specially mailed several boxes of eye masks to him, and there is still one box that has not been used up.

Jiang Sui's love for him was always everywhere, so that Duan Zhuo had nothing to worry about when he handed over his mobile phone to the coach. Their relationship didn't need to be checked in every day to maintain it.

No matter where Jiang Suiren is or what he is doing, he will never forget to miss him, just like he misses Jiang Suiren.

On the morning of NO.18, the game officially started. Duan Zhuo saw several CCTV HD OB vans on the field, with red banners on their bodies and the words "Come on Chinese Team" printed on them.

The picture is transmitted to the country in real time by the OB van.

All the TVs in the Beijing Winter Sports Management Center were tuned to the live sports channel, which meant that no matter whether Jiang Sui was lifting weights in the gym or eating in the cafeteria, he could see the live broadcast.

The finals of the swimming events were scheduled from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm, which happened to be the time for Jiang to eat and rest with them.The coaches removed the tables in advance, leaving only rows of chairs in front of the TV. Even the uncles and aunts in the cafeteria who were in charge of choosing dishes did not come home after work, so they moved the small benches and sat in the lobby to watch TV.

Everyone sat in a row, with a small red flag in their hands, with their hearts tied to the distance, and they were reluctant to miss the advertisement.

On the first night, there was the 200-meter freestyle final. Duan Zhuo was drawn to the third position. Except for a Korean athlete on his left, the other six players were all from the Japanese team.

Cheng Ziyao gave a "tsk", looked at Jiang Sui and said, "Why are they all helping little Japan?"

In the absence of cameras, everyone is open-minded, but in order to prevent athletes from talking in interviews, the team generally does not allow athletes to call Japanese athletes that way.

A new regulation was added this year—athletes are not allowed to use public influence to instigate public sentiment, and are not allowed to stir up ethnic antagonism.

This time Cheng Ziyao talked in front of so many leaders, Jiang Sui sweated for him, and hurriedly changed the topic with a louder voice to cover it up for him.

Fortunately, at the moment of the competition, no one cared what Cheng Ziyao was saying.

In the picture, Duan Zhuo leaned forward and adjusted to the ready position, and the audience was full of voices.

The referee's starting gun was lit, and Duan Zhuo's figure jumped into the water, splashing his legs beautifully, and the camera recorded the flexible lines of his legs, like a dolphin struggling to swim.

Jiang Sui had an inappropriate idea in his mind.

Such muscular legs...it might be hard to break free if you push someone against the wall, right?

There are two commentators this time, male and female, and the one who introduces the athletes is a female commentator.

"In the third place is our young player Duan Zhuo. This is his first time to participate in an international competition. The fourth Japanese team Matsumoto Kai, the fifth Japanese team Ito Shuichi, and the sixth Japanese team Takashimada..."

In the first 50 meters, Duan Zhuo was not very dominant.

Cheng Ziyao rubbed his forehead and asked Jiang Sui: "Has he changed his tactics? Is he conserving his strength?"

"I don't know..." Jiang Sui felt uneasy, logically, Duan Zhuo should have been aggressive at first.

Fortunately, after the first turn, Duan Zhuo's speed increased a bit.

The male commentator speaks very fast: "Currently Matsumoto is ranked first, Takashimada is second, and Duan Zhuo is third. The underwater kicking speed of several people has reached full speed. Matsumoto is in the morning preliminaries. The ranking is number one, and he is the most threatening opponent today. He is currently in the golden age of athletes and has experience in many competitions. I don’t know if our young player can withstand this pressure.”

Matsumoto and Duan Zhuo are in adjacent swimming lanes, but Duan Zhuo uses unilateral breathing on the right side, and Matsumoto can only be seen in the second 50 meters and the last 50 meters.

Jiang Sui knew that swimmers also pay attention to the distribution of physical energy. When the opponent speeds up, he speeds up accordingly. He must maintain a distance that can overtake the opponent at any time, and then wait for the explosion during the sprint.

However, when you can't see your opponent, you can only swim by feeling, so it is easy to use too much force.

The commentator excitedly said: "The third 50 meters, Duan Zhuo has already rushed up! Keep this speed, don't let go!"

The uncle in charge of serving food in the cafeteria held up a shovel and shouted, "Do you want to eat? The food is cold."

No one cares about him.

Everyone stared at the screen intently.

Turning around for the third time, Matsumoto and Duan Zhuo distanced themselves again.

No one gasped or spoke in the cafeteria, and even the air seemed to freeze.

The narrator said: "The Japanese team's control of turning movements is stronger than our athletes. We can see that after this turn, the Japanese team's Matsumoto has rushed to the first position."

The male commentator next to him added another sentence: "It can be seen that the length of the swimmer's legs and the explosive power of the lower limbs do not affect the speed of turning and kicking off the pool wall in freestyle swimming and the time of gliding. Improve the speed of swimming and rolling before touching the wall. It is recommended that our athletes pay more attention to this point in normal training, and shorten the time before touching the wall as much as possible, so that the distance to start rolling is shorter and the speed will be faster. quick."

Jiang Sui secretly lamented the vastness and profoundness of Chinese culture, and the narrator was able to put the matter of Japanese athletes with short legs so euphemistically.

The female commentator said: "Duan Zhuo's advantage is that he is on the way. The loss of a turn does not have a big impact on him. I believe he can catch up."

"The last 50 meters... We can see that Duan Zhuo's speed is increasing, and he has caught up to the second position, which is still half an upper body away from Matsumoto."

"The final 25-meter sprint - Duan Zhuo is still accelerating!" The voice of the male commentator became excited, "He rushed up!"

Jiang Sui got goosebumps from his yelling, and unconsciously squeezed the little red flag in his hand, secretly praying for the victory of this "war".

"Come on!——" Cheng Ziyao looked like a soldier defending his home and country, and the seat could no longer accommodate him.

When one person in the team stood up, everyone around him stood up, and Jiang Sui wished he could get into the screen to cheer for Duan Zhuo.

"Come on! Come on, come on!" The faces of two middle-aged leaders were almost pasted on the screen.

"Matsumoto of the Japanese team has no strength to charge anymore, Duan Zhuo come on—come on—" the two commentators shouted hoarsely together, even if they are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, they can still feel their hearts Such as beating a drum, shortness of breath.

Cheng Ziyao held back his energy, and the veins were entangled in his neck.

"Hold on, hold on!"

The match scene was noisy, Duan Zhuo's ears were filled with water and rumbled, but he could vaguely hear the voices of the audience one after another, they were cheering for him.

The current Chinese national team is no longer the one-man national team in the 1932 Los Angeles Olympics.

It is no longer the national team that can't bring a translation team, can't afford to rent an OB van, has no sponsors, and no one pays attention.

The magnificent China has never relied on occupation and plunder, and it has risen the same way.

Thinking of this, his chest started to feel hot. If it wasn't for being in the pool, tears would have filled his eyes.

He also finally felt the legendary oriental mysterious power—in fact, it is not mysterious, it is the shield forged by the martyrs with their blood in the wind, frost, snow and rain, and it is the tenacious and unyielding spirit passed down from generation to generation.

Chinese people will not be afraid and shrink back, and will not lose to any country.

He mobilized all his strength to kick his legs, swing his arms, and sprint——

"First! Duan Zhuo won first place!" The commentator's voice was already hoarse, with obvious trembling, "Duan Zhuo won the first gold medal for the swimming team in the Asian Games!"

The author says:

I looked through the literature again and found that my previous expression was wrong. I modified the commentator’s lines and quoted the literature: Li Meihui, Liu Hui, Gao Jie. Analysis of factors affecting the freestyle turn effect of high-level swimmers in my country[J] .China Sports Technology, 2019

This is more professional.