On 5th Street, a Dutch girl who is as sad as a fawn takes over the Emirates Arena.

Femke Bol (24) advances, all charisma and candidness in the current marketinian athletics, nothing to do with the histrionics of Noah Lyles: Bol offers a shy smile, lends himself to autographs, apologizes when he is given the turn to speak, it seems be ashamed for always winning.

All that, on the off-piste.

Because on the synthetic, it is a cyclone.

Projected by her graceful stride, Bol launches into the open street, descending the bank as outlaws descend the slopes, at a full gallop and shooting into the sky, and when the bell rings it marks 23s52 and there is no one to stop her: Not only is he accelerating towards the title, but also towards the world record, as he clocks 49s17 and surpasses by seven hundredths the record he had set two weeks ago (49s24).

The stage trembles and trembles, so powerful is the kicking of the Cuatrocentistas who chase, as desperate as they are hopeless, the light Dutch, including their training partner, Lieke Klaver, who takes the silver (50s16) but is condemned to always occupy a minor role.

That is her destiny: shieldmaiden.

What a school of sprinters the Dutch academy has built, already world gold in the summer long relay in Budapest, now owner of the podium in Glasgow.

Far away in time are those eighties, when Czechoslovaks, East Germans, Soviets, Ma Junren’s Chinese, even Americans like the late Florence Griffith, registered seemingly impossible marks.

Bol had appeared a year ago, signing 49s26, to erase those records and claim to be the best ever.

While waiting for the injured Sydney McLaughlin (another who took over the scene by winning titles and breaking records at the same time), these are the times of Bol, and with some suspicion Karsten Warholm (28), the Scandinavian, must assume it who runs in multiple jumps, as if he were visualizing those fences that he attacks in the summer, and that they are not here but it does not matter, because he comes out like a shot, crosses the 200 in 21s21 and pulls and pulls, possessed.

He pulls a lot, but this time things don’t work out.

At the height of 300 he seems stuck, and the Belgian Alexander Doom jumps on him and surpasses him on the squares, when he clocks 45s25, compared to the Norwegian’s 45s34.

(And how brilliant the 400 school of the Belgians is too).

Warholm, the Norwegian who leads the Norwegians of the present (the Ingebrigtsen brothers, the cross-country runner Grovdal, the triathlete Blummenfelt, the chess player Carlsen, the footballer Hãland, the skier Aamodt Kilde, the biathlete Tandrevold…), resigns: when you ask him Because of his secret, Warholm answers as any other Norwegian would:

–It is the water we drink.

He was very busy.

He doesn’t talk about water, but about craft. Her overflowing talent gives her everything: a prestige that connects her with the figures of the present, such as the Scottish Josh Kerr, a local idol, who aims for the 3,000 (7m42s98) as he had aimed for the 1,500 in the summer (Adel Mechaal is sixth, at 7m45s94).

Or how Grant Holloway (26), who wins the 60 hurdles (7s29) and already has 74 consecutive victories in the distance, has not lost since March 16, 2014, when he was 16 years old (Quique Llopis is close to the podium, he is fourth, at 7s53).

Or like Miltiadis Tentoglou (25), who wins the length (8.22m) and also has an Olympic and world gold, and becomes invincible in a discipline previously commanded by the black rockets, Beamon, Powell, Lewis, Pedroso, Myricks or Dwight Phillips.