As a Jamaican I cannot let another moment pass without giving a shout-out to my brother Usain Bolt. This was his greatest race ever. Two years of injuries, indifferent training, lousy performances. He’s had a bad year. Meanwhile Justin Gatlin has had one of the greatest summers on the track of any sprinter in recent history. Everyone thought that Bolt was the underdog. And what happened? With ten metres to go, Gatlin found himself in a position he hadn’t been in in two years. A competitor was on his shoulder—and the competitor just happened to be the greatest sprinter in history. And he fell apart: literally, Galtin’s perfect form disintegrated, and he looked like a child flailing his way down the sidewalk. First lesson? The mental and psychological aspect of elite performance is vastly underestimated. Second lesson? Never, ever, count out a Jamaican when the chips are down.
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I called the 4 x 400s memba dat.
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I called the 4 x 400s memba dat.
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