Chapter 1056 Breaking Through the Clouds
The open terrain and desert environment of Indian Wells do bring various troubles to the game, especially the sandstorms brought by the strong winds, which often interfere with the vision and make it impossible to hit the ball normally, which makes the training ground here a little special.
Generally speaking, at Melbourne Park, all training grounds are open to the public, but fans can come and watch behind barbed wire. However, in order to ensure the quality of training and avoid interference from wind and sand, Indian Wells built a wall with green trees and flowers to surround the training ground.
The training grounds are all private courts and are not open to the public.
So, what if fans want to watch players train?
The answer is a regular stadium.
In addition to individual training on the training ground, players also go to formal competition venues for adaptation, often playing practice games with other professional players.
Therefore, Indian Wells will announce the training schedule one day in advance.
For example, on Court 1, from 8:00 a.m. to 10:00 a.m., it will be “Gawain vs. Nadal”; on Court 2, from 8:00 a.m. to 10:00 a.m., it will be “Djokovic vs. Wawrinka”.
And so on and so forth.
The itinerary is all arranged in advance, with field adaptation and personal training interspersed. Fans who are interested in training can go to the corresponding stadium to watch. As long as the players hold regular match day tickets, they can enter and watch for free with their tickets.
It was basically the same as a regular competition, with everyone sitting in the stands to watch the game.
The advantage is that as long as you get the timing right, everyone can watch. After all, the number of spectators who come to watch the training matches is still not as large as that of the main matches, so the spectator stands are often not full.
The disadvantage is that there is a lack of opportunity for close contact.
With this in mind, a new fan culture was born in Indian Wells. The tournament organizing committee set up a "fan zone" on the road leading to the training ground to ensure that fans can see their idols up close when the players go to the training ground.
Just like now.
“Ahhhh!”
Screams broke through the sky and were almost out of control. One or two figures scrambled to crash the green fence between the fan area and the stadium passage, making it shake. It looked like a group of sharks were trying to break through the barrier and were driven crazy by the smell of blood.
This situation is a bit confusing——
On social networks, overwhelming attacks, curses, and ridicules filled every corner of his vision. Even if Gao Wen had not logged into the Internet, he could still feel the negative emotions from the reactions of reporters and Sampras and others, as if he was pushed off a cliff and fell into an abyss.
In real life, those faces that were twisted with excitement, weeping with happiness, and blooming with joy, told another story. Not only were there no attacks, but there were also songs of praise and flowers that surrounded Gawain, and the whole world became brighter.
So, what is real? What is fake? Where is the boundary between the Internet and reality?
For the Internet generation, this is a subject that can easily lead to loss of direction if one is not careful.
As a top student majoring in journalism, Gao Wen successfully completed his studies in his previous life and also studied new media, so he naturally understood the whole phenomenon.
But the key point is that before, I only learned from texts, cases and papers, but now, I experience it myself.
The feeling is completely different.
As a result, Gawain slowed down his pace a little. The data on the Internet was not real, and similarly, the faces in front of him did not seem to be real either.
Once upon a time, "seeing is believing, hearing is not", this was a golden rule, but now, things don't seem to be necessarily so.
So, what should they believe?
"Gao Wenwen Wenwen..."
The heart-wrenching scream interrupted Gawain's thoughts, and then he noticed that the surging heat wave was about to break through the fence.
The situation is precarious.
Eeyore.
Eeyore…
The fence was crumbling, and it was clearly visible that the fanatical fans in the back were losing their minds and rushing forward one after another. The accumulation of strength made the surrounding green fences groan in pain, and they twisted visibly and almost burst.
One hundred people? Two hundred people?
In front of me, there were densely packed with fans, making the not-so-exaggerated fan area so crowded that it seemed like it was about to burst.
Oops!
The security personnel responsible for maintaining order at the scene realized the crisis at the first moment and shouted for safety at the top of their lungs, but to little avail, as no one paid attention to their voices and naturally they had no effect. The sense of crisis that the building was about to collapse was becoming more and more clear.
"Gawain!"
Sampras immediately protected Gawain behind him, looked at the surging crowd in front of him with a worried look on his face, and began to retreat defensively.
Gawain also reacted immediately. After a brief moment of surprise and shock, his brain regained its rationality.
Perhaps, the Internet is real, and what is in front of us is also real. The only difference is that they are not the complete truth, but only a part of the whole truth. He should believe it but there is no need to believe it all. Instead, he should patiently wait for the full truth to be revealed, keep his original heart, and go against the wind.
Whoosh.
The rolling heat waves hit my face, sticking to the surface of my skin, making my hairs curl up, and the cold crisis brought a slight stinging sensation to my skin.
Brain, clear and calm down.
Gao Wen stopped and did not approach the fans, but kept a slight distance, not only to ensure his own safety, but more to calm the fans down.
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Because Gao Wen knew that in such a situation, if he rushed forward rashly, he would only make things worse and might further intensify the chaos at the scene.
"calm!"
Gawain raised his hands, kept pressing down, and then used his height advantage to shout loudly.
"calm!"
"Everyone calm down!"
"I'll come over to thank you all after practice."
Over and over again.
Over and over again.
Gao Wen repeated it several times, speaking to the fans in the front row one by one from left to right, eye to eye, to convey his meaning.
He remained patient the whole time, and one could deeply feel the sincerity and honesty conveyed by Gawain through his furrowed brows. Amid the chaos and turbulent air waves, he controlled the situation as still as a mountain. A sense of decisive steadiness and determination burst out from the depths of his soul, and he controlled the atmosphere just like a game.
"calm!"
Again.
Sampras and Pelt also reacted and followed Gawain to maintain order. It was too late to care about anything else at this point, they had to avoid accidents.
Otherwise, the front-page headline tonight might be a bloody stampede.
The security personnel at the scene also heard Gao Wen's call, and one by one they followed suit. There was no need for complicated words, just one word, "calm down," was enough.
A single spark can start a prairie fire. The most important thing is faith.
turbulent.
boiling.
The situation was about to get out of control, but before it exploded, it miraculously regained its composure and slowly, slowly calmed down again.
The shouts gradually became clearer, "Calm down! Everyone calm down!"
The strong wind whistled and dispersed the stagnant hot air, as if it was blowing away a dream.
(End of this chapter)