„I think Italy has some magic water."
„I think so too."
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He is a good short distance swimmer. His domain is the backstroke. He looks like a model and the female fans can go crazy for him.
She is a diver who masters 3 meters, 10 meters and p...
Thomas's face lit up with a smile full of gratitude and joy.
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Beatrice sat in the stands of the swimming stadium, surrounded by thousands of spectators eagerly awaiting the next race. The atmosphere was electric—loud murmurs, cheers, and shouts from fans filled the air. The scent of chlorine permeated the space, and waves of nervousness and excitement were almost palpable. Yet Beatrice remained calm, her eyes fixed on Thomas, who stood at the edge of the pool with the other members of the Italian relay team. Today, he was swimming in the semifinals of the 4x100 meter freestyle relay.
She thought about how far Thomas had come since he first started swimming. She wondered what he must have been like as a child and how much he must have sacrificed to be standing where he was today. From the moment she first saw him train, she knew there was something special about him—although she had only seen him train once, so she could have been wrong, but she hoped she had some intuition and could recognize his incredible talent.
His determination, strength, and incredible work ethic had brought him to this moment. Now, everything came down to those few minutes when he and his teammates would prove that the Italian relay team was among the best in the world.
"Come on, Thomas," Beatrice whispered to herself as she watched him. "You can do this."
The race was about to start, and Beatrice could hardly wait to see Thomas in action. The first swimmer from the Italian team was preparing his starting position. It was clear that every team member felt the pressure, but they were ready to give it their all. This was a battle for honor, for medals, but also to prove that they were strong and united.
The starting signal went off, and the first swimmer launched off the starting block, diving into the water with tremendous power and speed. Water splashed everywhere as the race began. Beatrice watched as the Italian team kept pace with the other relays. Her heart raced as their swimmer approached the end of his length, preparing to hand off the relay.
Thomas stood poised at the edge of the pool, his eyes locked on his teammate, every muscle in his body tense and ready for the moment when he would dive into the water. As his teammate drew closer, Thomas launched himself at precisely the right moment. It was a perfect start—smooth, fast, and confident.
The water churned as Thomas began his leg of the race. Beatrice held her breath as she watched his strong, fluid strokes propelling him forward. It was as if every movement was perfectly programmed, every stroke full of power and determination. Italy was performing well, but the competition was fierce. Every team was swimming at the edge of their abilities, but Beatrice believed that Thomas had something extra.
As Thomas neared the end of his leg, Beatrice watched him approach the next relay member, who was already poised to start. Thomas reached out to the edge of the pool and handed off the relay at the last second. His performance was incredible—exactly what they needed to stay in the race for medals.
