Men s 800m broadcast script 50 words

1.100-meter run.

After the earth-shattering gun, it is as fast as flying, moving forward bravely and not retreating, and the wind is galloping like lightning, and the warrior sets off.

2.To 100m athletes.

The sound of gunfire accompanies you on the journey, you hold your confident head high, with the belief of victory, rush, run.

At that moment, it was as if time had stood still for you, and your courage shook everything and shook everyone's heart. Terminal. You win.

Although it was only a few short seconds, you left an eternity in our hearts.

3.Instant success or failure – to the 100-meter athletes.

The red runway carries how much sweat and a red line records how many successes and failures. A start is an instantaneous explosion, and success or failure determines it. The moment of the moment, the lightning of the lightning, is the start of success.

4.To athletes in the 100 meters.

A gunshot rang out in the cool autumn breeze, you showed your style, in this short 100 meters, you race against time, just for? That final sprint. Regardless of the outcome, you are all winners.

Because you have raced against time.

5.Praise for the 100-meter athletes.

Although the 100-meter track is not long, the athletes are ambitious.

To the 100-meter runners:

The bleak autumn wind and a loud gunshot accompany your confident beginning; The air and time stand still for you, and for more than ten seconds, you have carved an eternal straight line in everyone's memory; The applause pushes you to the final sprint, your speed is faster than the wind, and your will is harder than the will!

To the 400-meter athletes.

Starting line. You're lined up.

Toned muscles contain explosive power.

There is confidence in the determined gaze.

The gun went off, and you began a short journey.

Straight runway.

There is your solid footprint.

Not far from the end.

It will leave you with the sharp back of your sprint.

Not for the interpretation of applause, not for the deliberate conquest, only the sweat of hard work into the pursuit of footsteps.

With a firm belief in your heart and a steady pace under your feet, you tell an unchanging truth with your actions.

There is no road longer than a foot, no mountain higher than a man, hope beckons to you at the end.

Go for it! With your indomitable will, to meet the applause of the end, I believe that success belongs to you.

To the athletes. One hopes to depart, the other to arrive.

Mercedes under the scorching sun, struggle under the blue sky and white clouds, I always want to shout for you, but I am afraid of being misunderstood by the sky.

I always want to sing for you, but I'm afraid of alarming the white clouds.

Hang the most beautiful wishes in your heart on the runway line, and every vibration in the breeze is another heartfelt wish.

To the 400-meter athletes.

Starting line. You're lined up.

Toned muscles contain explosive power.

There is confidence in the determined gaze.

The gun went off, and you began a short journey.

Straight runway.

There is your solid footprint.

Not far from the end.

It will leave you with the sharp back of your sprint.