Chapter 17 revenge prince

If I had an excuse four years ago, now I have no way out.Whether it's a cliff, a valley or an abyss ahead, I have to jump off it. At 10:50 on September 17, local time, the Chinese diving team took flight MU561 and set foot on Australian soil. Olympics, here we come! Here, facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. All the excitement blooms at this moment, and all the dreams will be found here. However, when we came here full of pride, we found that there was a gap between everything and our imagination.The local living and climate environment are testing our intelligence and endurance.

Because the number of athletes in the Olympic Games seriously exceeded the original plan, the Chinese delegation had to live in temporary wooden houses.The team members nicknamed these simple wooden houses "containers" because they are square and square, like an enlarged matchbox.I was really worried that the house would be moved away by a forklift while I was sleeping one night. Generally, four people can be accommodated in a container, and the facilities such as beds, bathrooms, and water pipes are still complete.Hu Jia and I live in half, Xiong Ni and Xiao Hailiang live in the other half.

In this way, dozens of future Olympic champions were crowded in a small and a half container. It is true that every pore of capitalism is covered with blood and filth. If these objective conditions can be overcome, then the erratic local temperature is a headache. The temperature difference between day and night in Sydney is very large.The weather here is "Africa by day and Arctic by night".And electric heating is "it doesn't work in cold weather, it's hot to death".On the first day the diving team arrived, several members sneezed the next morning because of the freezing cold at night.

And at noon, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, and the temperature inside the "container" is unbearable.In order to "resist the heat", I often ran out on the lawn outside for a while. Lunch break is so important to us. It's a good day at home, but it's hard to go out for a day! In this environment, we ushered in a big event every four years, and ushered in the "first jump" of the Olympic Games: the 10-meter platform double competition on the 23rd. For this grand ceremony, I have prepared for four years.Four years ago, I was still an ignorant and ignorant teenager.There is momentum, but no absolute strength.But now, I am already a battle-tested "veteran", and even the invincible Sautin is also defeated by myself.

Before the Olympics, we made a plan: first concentrate on competing against the pair, and the champion has the greatest chance.I hadn't lost a hand in an international competition since pairing up in pairs in 1995; the following week I was able to prepare for the singles. Among the opponents, Australia's Matthew/Robert combination is our number one opponent.They have the advantage of the home court, and after the training of Chinese coach Wang Tongxiang, they have made significant progress in techniques such as water pressure.But there are only two possibilities for us to lose to them: one is that the pairing time between me and Hu Jia is too short (two months), and the other is that we have made major mistakes ourselves.

But the game is such a tease.In a two-player match, the combination of Sautin/Lukasin came out halfway. In the World Cup in January, the Russian team only finished 7th and barely made it to Sydney.There was very little information about them before the Olympics, only that they were practicing 307 in secret.This made me more confident.For double players, choosing 307 is undoubtedly slow suicide.At this time, a group of movements that challenged the limits of human beings. It is difficult for one person to perform this movement, let alone two people?It seems that the Russians are desperate. But it was these two people who had a heartbeat and turned the impossible into reality.In the game, they performed 307 perfectly.You can't help but admire their courage and courage to break the boat.

After making the last move, we were 10 points behind our opponent. This is a difficult situation that I have never experienced in a two-player game.As a result, amidst the sighs of the audience, we lost.Losing so useless, so unexpected, so frustrating, so helpless. We completed the full set of moves normally, but the opponent played beyond the level.You could chalk it up to accident, but I think it's fate. It was the goddess of fate that made the most stable gold medal of the Chinese delegation around the necks of a pair of Russians.One of the Russians, Sautin, was the number one "public enemy" of me and our diving team.

four years ago! In the past four years, I have forgotten the depression and sadness that this Russia brought to me, but this defeat made all of them emerge from the bottom of my heart.There is a kind of soreness surging in the heart. Seeing Sautin cheering after the game, I took a deep breath in my heart!I rushed to Zhang Lian and looked at him a few times. Minutes later, he said to him: "Coach, don't worry, you don't need to mobilize to beat the Russians! Get up from wherever you fall!" I said the same to the media.After the game, a reporter asked me what I thought, and I replied without thinking: "I lost the gold medal that I shouldn't have lost. It's okay! I will get it back in a week."

Such arrogant and frivolous words, but they are the truest expression of my heart.After saying this, I feel very relieved. In fact, for the 10-meter platform single, I have no retreat, and I must win this gold medal. These 7 days have passed faster than expected.Occasionally, I would go to the Olympic Village to exchange medals, look at the computer (I had a computer at that time), watch DVDs, feature films, etc., and I would also go to the cafeteria.I pass the time with these things, but none of them affect me. However, on the night of the Olympic 10-meter platform preliminaries, I suffered from insomnia again.

At 11:00 pm local time on September 28, when it was almost time to turn off the lights, I told my roommate Hu Jia, let's get some rest. Hu Jia, who was watching a video on the computer, immediately took action after hearing what I said. He turned off the computer, took off his clothes, and lay down on the bed. The whole process took less than 3 minutes. Less than a minute later, he actually fell asleep, my God, he actually started snoring. On the eve of such a thrilling battle, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, but my roommate was able to fall asleep soundly, and the voice was killing the night lightly and loudly.No small talk, no rhetoric about the finals, just leave me alone to face this long night.

Long nights, heartless sleep! Tomorrow there will be a solo competition!Did I talk too much that day and didn't give myself a little leeway?I thought of the 1996 Olympic Games, the sleepless night that was so horrible that my palms sweated, and the bitter Olympic journey soaked in tears of regret. I got up, looked at my watch, lay down, got up again, looked at my watch again, and tossed back and forth N times.Where the hell is my dear sleepy?Was it lost in the dark night, or was it swallowed up somewhere? I tried everything I could to put myself to sleep, to count, to distract myself, but the result was more and more arousal. Could it be that I can't even pass the threshold of the finals?Am I destined to be an outcast from the Olympics? If I had an excuse four years ago, now I have no way out.Whether it's a cliff, a valley or an abyss ahead, I have to jump off it. After tossing and turning like this for several hours, I finally fell asleep when the light started to shine outside. Woke up at 7am feeling dizzy.But at the beginning of the preliminaries, I found that every jump and every link was under my control.In the end, I successfully won the first place in the preliminaries. In the rematch before, I danced the prescribed movements, and I usually fell behind Sautin a lot in the prescribed movements.But this time in the preliminaries of the Olympic Games, I actually beat him. This should be a good sign. On the eve of the final, I slept soundly and sweetly. I firmly believe that I have survived all the storms and waves, and I must be the final winner.