It was as if Michael Johnson knew that high drama and iron
self-control are implacable enemies.

Having persuaded the International Olympic Committee to change
the schedule at the Atlanta Games so he could attempt an
unprecedented men's 200-400 double, and having then won the 400
meters masterfully in an Olympic-record 43.49 seconds, he had
put himself in a place where, in his words, "winning isn't
enough."

The great Olympic lens focuses a billion good (or ill) wishes
into burning pressure, but it wasn't hot or heavy enough for
Johnson. He used his deepest, most congenital hatred, that of
being publicly embarrassed, to turn up the furnace. He put on
shoes of golden presumption. He spoke of expecting to win the
double. "I just wish more people thought I couldn't do it," he
said. "The higher the stakes, the better I am." He deliberately
left himself a single choice: transcendent performance or mortal
shame.

His prime opponent, Namibia's Frankie Fredericks, shrank from
any heightened expectation. Johnson was shocked to hear that.
Pressure is a fact, he felt. Let it burn.

So at the gun in the 200 final, Johnson started with power,
caught Fredericks after 80 meters and at last felt the heat in
his blood, at last ran with utter abandon. He drew away to win
by four meters. He looked at the clock. It read 19.32.

In the 60 years since Jesse Owens clocked 20.7 at the Berlin
Olympics, the world's great sprinters--Henry Carr, Tommie Smith,
Pietro Mennea, Carl Lewis, Johnson himself--had together
improved the 200 world record by barely more than a second, to
Johnson's 19.66, set last June.

That 19.32 meant Johnson had joined long jumper Bob Beamon
before him in producing a performance that was a glimpse into a
distant future. And Johnson had been so out of control that he
had injured himself, having surpassed the speed that
already-sore muscles could withstand. (His times over the rest
of the summer would be, for him, modest.) But we shall forgive
him, knowing that we howled him to it, knowing he had no choice
but to respond.

COLOR PHOTO: RICHARD MACKSON [Michael Johnson with arms raised in victory]
HOLE YARDS PAR R1 R2 R3 R4
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HOLE YARDS PAR R1 R2 R3 R4
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Eagle (-2)
Birdie (-1)
Bogey (+1)
Double Bogey (+2)