Faster than Lightning: My Autobiography
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The autobiography of the fastest man of all time and a superstar whose talent and charisma have made him one of the most famous people on the planet.
Whether you know Athletics or not, and even whether you know sport or not, chances are you know Usain Bolt. The fastest man on the planet, not just now but ever, Usain has won the hearts of people everywhere with his mind-blowing performances and his infectious charisma – uniting supporters around the world.
In this, his full autobiography, Usain tells his story in his own words: from humble beginnings in Jamaica, to international stardom at Beijing and on to the new heights of superstardom he has reached since lighting up London 2012.
Full of the charm and charisma that has made him the most popular sporting figure of our time and a universal celebrity, this is a book that Usain’s millions of fans will love.
way in October ’07, I did all the weights Coach asked me to do, I did all the back exercises on the schedule. Hell, I even went to the gym when I was told. My focus was Beijing and nothing was going to get in my way. ‘A’ight, Coach,’ I said when we first got to work. ‘Anything you tell me to do in training, I’m gonna do it. If you want me to do ten 300-metre laps, I’m gonna do them. I’m not going to even argue.’ At first Coach didn’t believe me. He figured I would mess him around, like I always
mattered, and my win in New York was as important to him as winning the Champions League was to Sir Alex Ferguson, the former Manchester United manager. Still, the record was a shock. Neither of us had expected it from me when I first mentioned my running the shorter distance. Tyson was not happy at all, and when he congratulated me, I could tell it was the end of our friendship – if you could call it that. The smiles and nods at the start line were gone for ever. I can’t remember what was said,
my place in the next race, I would have been angry too, but I wouldn’t have freaked out. I would have stepped up again. I would have trained harder to win in the next championship. That attitude came from Coach. In one of our many meetings, he had explained to me how I had to be mentally if I wanted to be a winner. ‘The one thing you have to get into headquarters is that every athlete has their time,’ he said. ‘Tyson is having his time, Asafa has had his, and before him, the 100 metres Olympic
knew it at the time. I ran, making ground on the pack and soon caught Asafa who was in first place. When we reached the final few metres I was hot on his tail, and I knew that if I leaned in I would take him at the line, but then my brain shut me off. It told me to forget it. ‘Nah,’ I thought. ‘I don’t want this one.’ I let him take first place. OK, what I’m going to say next sounds wild, but it gives an insight into how I think about performance. Because my start had been poor, I felt like I
Despite my stupid start, gold was still in reach. Relax … Relax … Calm down … I focused on my technique again, my drive phase had been good and after another second had passed, I glanced across the pack. The race had evened out. I could see a line of people. Everybody was equal. Alright, we’re all together, nobody’s pulling away. It’s over now … My long strides pushed me past the other athletes; I was like a sports car moving into top gear. I passed the 60-metre mark, then 65. I was hitting