Chapter 1086 Live Party
"Ladies and gentlemen! Let us applaud and welcome Philipp Kohlschreiber!"
The voice of the host came from the live speakers, and the whole audience burst into applause, welcoming every player who came into the game with a warm and hospitable attitude.
Sousa was a little confused. It was her first time watching a match live. She had no idea what she should do. When she heard the applause, she stood up subconsciously.
result?
Strong winds blew from all directions, and then there was a burst of coolness. She looked around and found that no one stood up. She was the only one standing alone, looking stupid.
So, he quickly sat down again, pretended to be calm, continued to applaud, and constantly comforted himself:
Very good, quick response, no one should have noticed, she was safe and blended in perfectly.
"ladies and gentlemen……"
The host's voice came again, and it could be clearly felt that the low voice settled down, creating a tense feeling of the dense sound of the bass drum.
"The one who is about to appear is your...Gawain!"
Buzz...
Buzz buzz buzz...
The applause rose little by little, and the rolling heat wave was becoming more and more violent. Then, one after another, the audience stood up, sweeping the entire audience in an instant.
Sousa had just sat down, looked around in panic, and quickly stood up with everyone else. He quickly looked around and followed everyone's gaze towards the entrance of the player tunnel, and then -
Gawain!
Gao Wen is on stage! Boom! The applause instantly reaches a peak, and screams, whistles, and cheers are mixed in, exploding in a mighty way, and the whole audience is surging.
The Gawain in front of him seemed a little different.
When they were close yesterday, Gawain looked so tall and strong that she couldn't see his eyes even though she tried her best to look up.
When he appeared on the stage at this moment, he was only the size of a palm, and his expression could not be seen clearly, let alone his eyes. All we could see was him waving his hands.
However, the key point lies here. The grandeur and magnificence of the whole scene have all become the background. Although it looks smaller from a physical perspective, the psychological feeling is greater.
It's like...
The whole audience was surging, boiling, and vast. They surrounded Gawain, surging and surrendering to him. That figure seemed to stand tall and upright.
Is this my illusion?
But why wasn't it strange at all? Moreover, she was enjoying it thoroughly, truly feeling the boiling of blood and the beating of heart, and the sunshine in the sky was cheering and screaming.
Trembling all over!
It turns out that this is what it feels like to watch a game live.
Roar, waves.
Obviously, in Indian Wells, Gao Wen is enjoying the home treatment, and the residents from California welcomed him with the most enthusiastic and sincere applause.
This was not Gawain's first match in Indian Wells, but it was Gawain's first time on the center court of the Indian Wells Tennis Garden.
From the host to the audience, everyone was given the highest standard of treatment. Gao Wen just waved his hand and the heat wave at the scene exploded -
Like Coachella.
If someone asks, what is the difference between home and away games? Is the difference between home and away games in tennis as obvious as in football and basketball?
Wouldn't it be stressful to play at home? Wouldn't it be a burden to have all those applause, cheers, and expectations cast on your shoulders?
To this, Gawain would answer,
"Is there any difference between boos and applause? Of course there is. Pressure and motivation always exist objectively, but compared to boos, who doesn't like applause?"
Amid the loud and powerful cheers from the audience, Gao Wen once again demonstrated his positive competitive state.
Thirty-three minutes.
Gao Wen won the first set, "6:1".
Sousa finally realized why people always say that if you really like a competitive sport, you must go to watch the game in person.
Football, basketball, volleyball, racing, boxing... and so on, all of them are like this, and tennis is no exception.
On the one hand, the speed, strength, footwork, and confrontation are completely different from what you see on TV, and the scorching air is enough to suffocate.
On the other hand, the atmosphere on the scene was completely different. Everyone cheered for the winning points, felt upset for the mistakes, cheered for the score, and was nervous for the crisis. The kind of immersion and dedication of everyone in the scene made them temporarily put aside all the troubles in real life and listen to the sound of their blood boiling.
It feels as if another kind of vitality is proudly blooming deep in my soul.
My scalp is tingling.
The soul trembles.
Even the sound of hitting the ball is different, exploding directly on the eardrum, like thunder, giving me goosebumps and screaming like crazy.
Only when you are truly there and are on the scene can you feel it. Otherwise, the description in words is so pale and the text is so dull.
When Gao Wen easily won the first set with a winning point, the whole court boiled like a volcano, and Sousa also stood up.
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Raise your hands.
Raise your arms and shout.
At this moment, she didn't need to worry about being awakened by a gunfight in the middle of the night, didn't need to worry about seeing blood all over the floor when she opened the door to go to school in the morning, didn't need to hide under the desk to avoid being hit by stray bullets during class, and didn't need to worry that today might be the end of her life.
Looking at Gawain on the court, who was celebrating with his fist clenched, a glimmer of hope ignited in the depths of Sousa's eyes, growing brighter and hotter.
Burning fiercely.
From today on, she has a dream.
She began to believe in herself, believe that she could walk out of the darkness, believe that she could have and realize her dreams, and believe that she could change her destiny.
She has no special talents, nor any lofty ideals. She only has a simple and plain wish:
She wants to be a teacher.
She wants to pass on knowledge and hope, to tell those children that even if life seems to be full of darkness, it is not.
They can change their destiny with their own hands, they can explore the world with their own feet, and they can rebuild their lives with their own hands.
A little spark, slowly passed on, is enough.
Of course, if possible, she also dreams that one day in the future, she will be able to buy a plane ticket to New York and a ticket to the Arthur Ashe Stadium on her own and watch Gowen's game on the spot.
She is just an ordinary little girl, without any great power or grand blueprint, she just wants to cherish this moment.
"Pah! Gawain!"
"Pah! Gawain!"
Sousa also followed the audience, clapping twice and cheering once, cheering for Gao Wen, and as he shouted, his smile blossomed.
"mom!"
Sousa turned to look at his mother. It was obvious that she was still not used to the atmosphere. The scene before her was far from their lives.
Sousa jumped up happily and called his mother to join him.
Emma hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up, feeling a little reserved and confused, and not quite adaptable. After standing up, she still looked around cautiously.
But no matter what, she eventually joined the crowd, joined her daughter, clapping, applauding, and then shouting together in a low voice.
"...Gawain?"
It seems that it is not that bad?
(End of this chapter)