Chapter 1055 Fan Management

Huh...

A wave of heat hit my face, and the fine hairs on the surface of my skin suddenly curled up slightly, and I seemed to be able to smell a burnt smell.

Bathing under the scorching sun, I feel the heat and dryness surging in the air with every cell in my body, and I feel like I am melting away bit by bit.

"I deeply feel that we are like walking roasted suckling pigs. Nature is roasting us over a slow fire. It is very particular about it, fearing that if the flame is a little bigger, it will burn. Therefore, it must be roasted over a slow fire, slowly roasting the fat in the body, making it shiny and mouth-watering."

As he spoke, Gawain took a deep breath, as if he was smelling the aroma of roasted suckling pig.

Sampras was speechless for a moment, and glanced at Gawain: This guy, is he describing them as roast suckling pigs? Sampras turned to look at Pelt, trying to find resonance, but he saw Pelt's poker face, with no movement in his expression.

Sampras suddenly lost interest. Pelt was good in everything except that he had no sense of humor. He was so boring, even worse than Agassi.

etc!

He definitely didn't miss that guy Agassi, absolutely not! Pah! Sampras couldn't help but glared at Gawain fiercely.

Gawain noticed Sampras's gaze and looked over, his eyes full of confusion, and he even asked with clear eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Sampras' chest tightened involuntarily. This guy did it on purpose, one hundred percent!

As if Gawain didn't notice Sampras's depression, he spread his hands innocently, shrugged, and then looked away to hide the smile in his eyes.

Looking straight ahead, you can see a group of chattering high school students. The boys and girls exude endless energy. They stand happily in front of a green lilac wall and take photos with a human-shaped billboard.

“We miss you…”

A set of fonts is hung on the far left of the low wall, and then you can see billboards lined up one after another.

There is Venus Williams, Kvitova, Tsonga... and so on.

Without Gawain's reminder, Sampras' voice came over with the wind, "Every year, the tournament organizing committee sets up a wall like this, listing the players in the top 50 in the world rankings who are absent from the tournament, and fans can take photos with the billboards."

Obviously, if the players are participating, then fans can take photos with the real people, but if the players are absent, this is also a way to commemorate them.

From this perspective, Indian Wells does have some clever ideas in terms of event promotion and fan outreach.

Just this morning, Kvitova regretfully announced her withdrawal from the competition.

During yesterday's training, Kvitova became dehydrated. She originally thought that she would be fine after a night's rest, but after a doctor's examination, it was found that Kvitova's body was very fragile and very tired. It was difficult for her to maintain a high level of confrontation and she was unable to adapt to the hot and dry climate here.

If you force the game, dangerous situations may even occur.

From the side, we can see that the weather conditions and competition environment in Indian Wells are comparable to the scorching heat in Melbourne in every aspect.

In desperation, Kvitova had no choice but to withdraw from the competition.

Just a few hours later, Indian Wells followed suit, adding another human-shaped billboard to the lilac wall in front of them.

In the field of vision, the plain is flat and there are almost no buildings higher than three stories high. At a glance, you can see the horizon, which is blurry and indifferent. The sky and the ground are connected as one. The light blue and golden yellow penetrate each other perfectly, layer by layer, outlining a touch of splendor in the vast world.

There was an endless stream of fans coming and going, and in every corner one could see groups of excited figures, wandering freely and wantonly in the wind.

In a trance, it felt like entering a rock music festival.

It's spectacular.

Gao Wen had a question in his mind, "What about the years when Selina and Venus refused to participate? Will the organizing committee place their human-shaped billboards here?"

After all, the Williams sisters burst into tears because of serious racial discrimination, and the subsequent handling of the organizing committee was very, very bad and unsatisfactory, which led them to vow never to step into the competition here again. This history is absolutely not glorious.

So, how will the organizing committee respond? Sampras was slightly stunned, then laughed, "You are just a smart guy, always paying attention to things like this."

But despite his complaints, Sampras still thought about it seriously and said, "Let it go. The organizing committee will still let it go, every year."

"No matter what the attitude of the Williams sisters is, the organizing committee must show its cordiality, friendship and sincere apology, and make a full gesture."

"Moreover, they contact them privately every year and consistently invite them to come back to compete."

Gao Wen was not surprised.

In recent years, Indian Wells has been developing in full swing. The popularity and reputation of the "Sunshine Double" are already on par with the four Grand Slams. Behind this is the promotion of the Indian Wells Organizing Committee. At the same time, they are now also the most profitable event outside of the four Grand Slams.

It is no surprise, then, that the Williams sisters are returning to Indian Wells after a fourteen-year absence.

Gao Wen couldn't help but become interested. "Who is the tournament director of Indian Wells?"

Not long ago in Melbourne, Gao Wen met the Australian Open tournament director Tiley, who is a great figure and also the first contributor to the Australian Open's overall revival.

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Is the tournament director the same as the CEO of a large company? Sampras immediately understood what Gawain meant. "If you think the success of the Indian Wells tournament is due to the tournament director, then you are wrong. The real hero behind the scenes is the tournament owner, Larry Ellison, who personally invited Serena back after three visits."

Gao Wen blinked his eyes. "Larry Ellison? The Larry Ellison from Oracle?"

Sampras just smiled and said nothing.

Gao Wen couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"

As they were talking, they had already arrived at the training ground, an oasis in the desert. The sapphire blue court was wrapped with lush potted plants and brightly blooming flowers. It was like a spring breeze, and it seemed as if one could hear the birds singing and the springs flowing. Even the blue sky and the loess were refreshing.

Not only an oasis, but also a paradise.

The rolling heat waves surged in the air, and even the vertically falling sunlight became hazy and bloomed with colorful colors.

"ah!"

Screams broke the silence, and the bustling crowd could be seen in sight.

"Gawain! I love you!"

“Welcome to tennis heaven!”

"Flower Knight!"

"Gawain, you are really good-looking!"

"Gawain! Gawain, Gawain, Gawain..."

“Ahhhh!”

Cheers and shouts, whistles and roars, surged in from all directions. The small area leading to the entrance of the training ground was packed with people. The three layers of fans inside and outside filled the field of vision. The faces distorted by excitement made the air burn.

In a trance, Gao Wen felt like a rock star ready to perform.

(End of this chapter)