The appearance was one of extreme anger.
From the age of the fans, it could be seen that apart from Gu Yueyan, most of those speaking up for Lin Yan were middle-aged uncles, with very few young people.
Compared to this group of bandwagon fans, the older fans had a deeper, more heartfelt love for the sport.
Those old fans who had waited for years, or even decades, in the stands all hoped to see Chinese athletes and drivers in the sports and events they loved.
With Lin Yan's successful advancement, the hope that had finally arrived was about to be met with the scolding of some fans, simply because of a sudden physical condition or a mistake by the driver.
This was something they could not tolerate. Because of the commotion here, fans from other countries also looked over. Due to the language barrier, they could only tell that there seemed to be some kind of argument.
With the development of short video media in recent years, motorcycle racing, with its unique charm, had gradually attracted countless eyeballs.
And the Isle of Man, as one of the most famous events in this sport, naturally attracted the attention of countless young fans.
The racing style, which was a race against death, thrilling and blood-pumping, constantly stimulated the hormones of these young people.
However, they had not watched this kind of race for a long time and could not fully appreciate the hardships of the drivers. On this track where lives were at stake, these drivers carried the hopes of countless fans.
Looking at the crowd in front of them, and the mother and daughter who had spoken up first, a group of old fans felt heartbroken.
The Isle of Man represented honor. In the eyes of these drivers, honor had long surpassed life and death. If they were truly willing to race for money, why wouldn't they go to other events with more lucrative prize money?
"Huo Zhuo, how can there be people like you among our Chinese fans..."
An old fan cursed at the mother and daughter who had led the shouting, his face flushed red and his tone impassioned.
Not only did they open up a 1.7-second gap in the first few laps, but just because their lap times were caught up in the later laps and the driver's physical condition deteriorated, this mother and daughter could not stand it.
People like them were completely unsuitable to watch the Isle of Man race.
Fans who came to watch the Isle of Man race never demanded that the drivers must fight for first place. They simply liked the feeling of witnessing the speed on the track with their own eyes.
Compared to winning the championship, they hoped even more that the drivers could finish the race safely.
Facing the accusations of several old fans, the young man looked a bit embarrassed.
However, the woman in her forties who heard this immediately became displeased.
"What's wrong? Did my son say something wrong? He was leading in the first few laps, how could he inexplicably fall back later? I say this is just throwing the race and fixing it."
As she spoke, her face was beaming with a smug smile, as if she thought she was very right.
Ever since her son became interested in this event, he had been clamoring to buy a motorcycle. Such a dangerous event, in her opinion, was not worth watching. To put it nicely, weren't they just a bunch of high-level street racers!
This was a good opportunity to make her son give up this idea completely. Her precious son had scraped his knee since he was little, and she would take him to the hospital for a check-up. She couldn't leave any "serious" sequelae.
Such a dangerous sport, he should never touch it.
Gu Yueyan looked at the middle-aged woman who was acting like a shrew. As a woman herself, she could feel that the other party seemed to have no interest in this competition at all.
She wasn't even a fan. She didn't have a good expression for people like that.
When the middle-aged man heard the middle-aged woman's retort, his emotions also became agitated, and he immediately argued with her again.
"If you don't like it, don't hurt it. Since you don't genuinely like this competition, then don't blame the drivers..."
Reba, who was standing by, couldn't stand it either, but she knew her identity was not suitable for intervening, so she swallowed her rebuttal.
Just as Gu Yueyan was about to reason with the mother and daughter, a sudden change occurred on the track.
"Damn, he fell!"
A fan suddenly shouted, directly using a vulgarity.
Following his shout, Gu Yueyan and the others instinctively looked at the big screen.
At this moment, the race on the big screen had reached the final lap at the Ballagarey section.
On a 0.3-kilometer straight after exiting a corner, Lin Yan's body had been thrown off the seat, his knees sliding on the ground, his hands tightly gripping the handlebars.
The motorcycle was still traveling at high speed, Lin Yan's body hanging on one side of the Ducati V4 SP, struggling to maintain stability.
At this moment, the director also noticed this thrilling scene and immediately switched to a replay.
The image on the big screen began to change.
It could be seen that in the two consecutive corners of Ballagarey.
When Lin Yan was driving the Ducati V4 SP to the apex of the first corner, the motorcycle began to shake. At this time, the shaking was not significant.
But as the motorcycle exited the corner, the rear wheel of the Ducati V4 SP swung violently, directly throwing Lin Yan off.
"Highside!"
An old fan immediately realized what was happening.
It was already terrifying to have a lowside at the Isle of Man. If it was a highside, a rider being thrown off was basically a death sentence.
A lowside refers to the rear wheel losing grip and sliding, causing a fall, while a highside is far more terrifying than a lowside.
A highside occurs when the rear wheel loses grip and slides for a distance, and then, just as it is about to lowside, the tire instantly regains grip, causing the motorcycle to suddenly exert a vertical upward force, directly throwing the rider off.
And at this moment, Lin Yan was directly thrown up, flipping in the air, and his knees slammed heavily onto the ground.
The protectors on the outside of his knee leathers scraped against the ground, making a piercing sound.
To the relief of everyone, Lin Yan's hands managed to hold onto the handlebars, and he was not completely thrown off, but rather hung on the side of the vehicle.
However, what happened next made the fans tense up again.
Because...
Even so, Lin Yan did not slow down. His right hand was still on the throttle, and after this straight, there was a left-hand corner.
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