Well I watch eagerly the men 100m final while crossing my finger as like I were there warming up just beside Bolt and the others for the run of my life in this prestigious event call Olympic.Bolt is my choice of cause but the way he finished is somehow with a class of its own.
Bolt is an irresistible, natural force, a sprinter/showman who runs in his own lane at all times, who coasts somehow above the fray and the background noise. He is one of those special Olympic athletes who can arrive at the biggest stage, seemingly out of sorts, only to demonstrate that nobody else has a prayer in the world.
What makes Bolt so much fun to watch is more than the victories, more than the medal count. It is the outrageous posturing and then the unique fashion of his triumphs.His starts are necessarily slow. His long body does not explode off the blocks so much as slowly unfold. Once he gets going, though, there is only one sprinter in the house.
He wagged one finger at the camera, then twiddled two of them. He played the role of DJ, scratching an imaginary vinyl record. He offered his stretched-out, “To the World” pose. He made goofy faces. Bolt did what Bolt does. It is like he said three years ago,“I do it when the pressure is on and the time is right,” he said then. “I want to become a legend.”
Legend he is with the Fastest Man in world by the name of Usain Bolt.
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