Really lost a lot.

It may be much more than he thought.

In the stands, Ritchie Sims looked at his phone in a panic. He didn't know where to start replying. At four positions next to him, Mills and his team stood up.

"Are you going to comfort Yusen? He actually ran very well in this game, but he still didn't win the championship in the end. What a pity."

"You should comfort me. He is missing an important person by his side to comfort me. You know, Bolt looks carefree, but in fact he is just a big boy, and he is not that strong inside."

Um?

Who knew that when Mills heard these words, the first sentence he opened his mouth stunned everyone.

"Who said I was going to comfort Yusen?"

"We are now going to congratulate Youhan. He is the one who won the Olympic championship for us, the Runners Club, and the Olympic new record. What should we do if we don't congratulate the championship, comfort the runners-up?"

ah?

Everyone was a little dumbfounded

Thinking of Mills's always caring for Bolt, and even his biasedness, even the staff and team members could see that, how could Mills say that on such a critical occasion, when Bolt needs comfort the most.

"But Yusen..."

Before a team member could speak, Mills reached out to interrupt him: "If he is the winner, then he can be a big boy."

"But if he loses..."

At this time, Mills finally turned his head slightly and looked at Bolt who was in a single scene.

In recent years, every time Bolt finished the competition, he always had various media around him cheering, screaming, flattering and flattering.

It seems like this hasn't been around for a long time.

But Mills himself didn't think this scene was so strange. Because before Bolt became famous, wasn't it actually like this after every game?

No one cares about it, no one cares about it, just like an unknown man.

But this will motivate Bolt to be unwilling again and again, and rise again and again, allowing him to focus more on the training ground and mental strength, rather than those bad things that are spending money outside the field.

"But he is the loser."

"He's going to learn to grow up."

"You can't be a big boy anymore, but you have to learn how to be a man."

After Mills said that, there were still a few people around him who wanted to say more.

"but……"

“But what?”

"But wouldn't this be too cruel to Usain? After all, he was always praised in the sky before. I'm worried that such a contrast will make him..."

Mills' expression became a little serious, and his eyes were drawn back from Bolt, staring at these people and said:

"Don't forget."

"The winner of the track and field field takes all. If he loses, he should accept such a result. Everyone is the same, including himself. If he doesn't want to accept this result, he will win the game."

“Another.”

"I don't feel like you remember a single thing."

"Yuhan Blake is also my disciple."

“He is also a member of our Jamaica and a member of our Runners Club.”

"So from the perspective of me as a coach, it's no different from Bolt who won the gold medal. As long as the gold medal still belongs to Jamaica, the record still belongs to Jamaica, and our Runners Club."

Mills' words awakened everyone.

They were indeed too doting Bolt some time ago.

I almost forgot the introverted and silent Blake on weekdays...

He is also a member of the Jamaica Runners Club.

Then look at it like this.

What has Bolt suffered now?

Blake seemed to suffer every day before this championship.

Isn't it?

Thinking of this, it seems that I am not so urgent to comfort Bolt.

Everyone gradually understood Mills's words.

And Mills didn't say anything.

As he continued, he inadvertently glanced at Bolt again with his eyes—

Usain.

This is a failure but also an opportunity.

It depends on whether you will grow up.

The little boy is still a man.
Chapter completed!