Chapter 1274: Full of Emotions

Stare!

Pospisil himself did not realize that he had just tried every means to avoid the handshake, but now he could not move forward and stopped again.

Question marks overflowed, filling his entire head until it was about to explode, but he still couldn't understand Gawain.

Gawain sensed the burning gaze, looked over, and immediately saw Pospisil's scrutinizing and inquiring eyes.

When they shook hands earlier, Perspisil was avoiding Gawain's gaze. Fear and panic gripped his heart, so he didn't see it until now.

Clear eyes, frank and direct, calm and bright, with nothing to hide, and an upright attitude to face all stares and prying eyes.

But it exposed the thoughts of all the evil spirits and monsters. Pospisil was instantly overwhelmed by shame and hurriedly shifted his gaze.

Pospisil could no longer stay there, so he hurried forward, shook hands with the referee, lowered his head, and walked straight to the players' lounge.

Sok, it's just incomprehensible.

After taking a look at Pospisil's back, Sok did not rush to catch up with him. Instead, he stopped for a moment and smiled at Gawain.

"If I had known, I would not have used the target skill just now. I feel like I'm at a disadvantage."

Gun target skill? Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and laughed out loud, "Next time we meet, we can try it again. Maybe it will work the second time?"

Sok tilted his head and thought seriously, "I feel like you are deceiving the Big Bad Wolf of Little Red Riding Hood. Uncle, thank you, I don't eat lollipops."

Gao Wen raised his hands, looking innocent, "It's unfair. I'm such a pure and kind person." Then he changed the subject, "Well, little friend, how about ice cream?"

"If it's strawberry flavored, I'll consider it." Sok answered with a serious nod.

Dimitrov, who was standing next to him, shook his head repeatedly. He couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He really couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

Soke, with a beard, looks more like an uncle even though he is not very old.

Gao Wen, Asians look younger, and he looks even more like a baby face.

What is the result? Who says who is the uncle and who says who is the kid?

One comes and one goes.

Gawain and Sok both saw Dimitrov rolling his eyes, exchanged glances, and then both laughed.

Ha ha!

Then, Dimitrov couldn't help laughing.

I'm in a very happy mood.

Then--

shake hands.

Turn around.

Go your separate ways.

On the other side, Sok returned to the players' rest area to comfort the depressed Pospisil, but this was the final and they could not leave immediately. There was also an award ceremony to come, so they needed to continue waiting here and witness their opponents celebrating their victory. This was really cruel.

Here, Gawain and Dimitrov returned to the court, basking in the applause of the audience and enjoying their moment.

Clap, clap, clap! Clap, clap! Applause poured in from all directions, the whole stadium was surging, the heat was rolling, especially when the champion returned to the field, it reached a new peak, deeply felt the enthusiasm of the audience, welcomed the carnival in the most direct and simple way, and put an end to this final.

Gawain and Dimitrov both raised their hands and responded with applause, accompanied by smiles, thanking the audience for their support in this way.

"Gawain, I love you!"

"Grigor, well won!"

Cheers broke out amid the turbulence of the entire venue. The shouts of the audience could be faintly heard coming from different corners, releasing energy.

The words were not particularly special, but one could deeply feel the enthusiasm and sincerity hidden in them. They weighed heavily on the chest, stirring up a shallow warm current, making the smile on Gawain's lips fully bloom.

At this moment, there was a commotion among the audience, and then someone shouted -

"Grigor."

One. Another.

In a blink of an eye, the shouts became one, sweeping across the entire venue and turning into a whole new wave of sound.

Gawain didn't understand what was going on, so he turned around and saw Dimitrov squatting down.

He lowered his head slightly, covered his eyes with his right hand, and his shoulders were shaking slightly.

Gawain knew what had happened without asking.

For Dimitrov, the 2015 season has been full of ups and downs and torment so far. He has been unable to find his form and the pressure is almost swallowing him up.

Maybe, some people will say that Raonic is trapped by injuries, that is the real difficulty, Dimitrov is healthy, what is there to struggle? But competitive sports are like this, every player is fighting with himself, sometimes it is on the physical level, they need to seek medical help; sometimes it is on the psychological level, those pressures, emotions and difficulties become an invisible bondage.

Pain does not exist only when it can be seen, nor is it serious only when it can be felt by the body.

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In the eyes of the audience, they see players win, see players lose, see players smash their rackets, see players lose control, and they don’t understand what is happening at all. Then they make judgments coldly and make overwhelming curses and accusations as if the matter is as simple as eating and drinking water.

The reality is that every player has his own dilemmas, his own life, his own constraints to deal with, and competitive sports are never easy.

After several months of ups and downs, Dimitrov was still unable to break free from the shackles, especially without injuries, but his condition was still terrible, which made him more and more disappointed in himself.

Until today.

A championship trophy, even if it is a doubles championship, but victory is still a victory, a solid victory, which can restore the confidence that has been lost for a long time.

What's more, this is Monte Carlo, Dimitrov's residence, which is half his home court. The championship here is even more special.

Dimitrov thought he wouldn't care too much, and after winning the match point, he remained calm and his emotions didn't fluctuate much. However, the audience started shouting his name, and at that moment, an indescribable feeling surged up and broke out in an instant.

A little embarrassed.

Dimitrov couldn't help but squat down to hide his panic. He had never expected such a moment.

Gao Wen could understand. He couldn't help but recall the feeling three years ago when he won a second chance and stood on the court to complete his first official game.

complex.

Words cannot describe even one thousandth of it, whether it is happiness or sadness, sweetness or bitterness, all kinds of flavors can easily break down the defense line.

Gawain did not step forward to comfort Dimitrov, but raised his hands and called on all the audience to join him -

"Grigor! Pah!"

"Grigor! Pah!"

Shouts and high fives.

It was such a simple action, but it gathered the energy bit by bit, and finally burst out with incredible brilliance, filling the entire venue.

As he shouted, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, as if he had wings and could fly by standing on tiptoe.

Dimitrov couldn't believe his ears and looked up, then he saw Gawain calling on the audience to cheer. He was moved and embarrassed, but didn't know what to say. He just stood up hurriedly, standing there at a loss, looking at the boiling noise in front of him.

Deeply, just stare deeply.

(End of this chapter)