Dayo placed the three medals on his coach.
"Coach, you deserve this."
Richard looked shocked at first, then he smiled and hugged Dayo.
"You have done more for me than anyone has done in a long time."
Richard said with tears hanging in his eyes.
"Oh, Dayo, let's go and talk to the press now."
"Hmm, yes."
They both moved towards the path where the reporters were.
The moment the reporters saw Dayo, they swarmed him like they smelled blood.
The rushed Dayo and placed the microphone in from ot Dayo and started asking him questions without giving him a breathing space.
The moment Dayo and Coach Richard stepped into the press corridor, the noise doubled.
Flashes exploded in their faces. Microphones shot forward from every direction, nearly colliding with one another as reporters surged closer, their voices overlapping into a chaotic roar.
"Dayo! Over here!"
"Jason Dayo, how does it feel?!"
"Three gold medals! Three sprint events!"
