Charge forward.
After completing the shot, his feet were still rushing forward, and he seemed unable to stop. Gao Wen had entered an anaerobic state, and his own strength was insufficient. He relied more on inertia to move. It was even more difficult to stop and turn suddenly on the clay court. Therefore, his body continued to rush forward for two more steps before slowing down.
Wheezing, wheezing—
His chest was heaving violently like a bellows, a bloody smell was surging in his trachea, and a steady stream of adrenaline was rushing to his brain.
Then.
Watch the tennis ball fly over the net and into the court, one jump, two jumps, to score the winning point.
His knees softened and he squatted down due to inertia. He could no longer control the passion and heat surging in his chest. He clenched his fists and roared.
"ah!"
A sound.
“Ahhhh!”
One sound after another, venting all the emotions heartily and unrestrainedly, like a volcano.
However, this is still not all.
Released to the extreme, vented to the extreme, burned to the extreme, Gawain absorbed energy again and stood up suddenly, like a Terminator warrior reborn from the fire of magma, with a blazing gaze, sweat dripping, a flushed face, and bulging veins, showing his passionate fighting spirit.
His chest was rising and falling violently, which meant that Gawain was not tired. He was also extremely tired, squeezing out the last bit of energy.
However, those eyes were so firm and tough, looking straight at Tsonga with dignity, and welcoming all counterattacks with their heads held high.
A powerful aura burst out from the inside out, covering the sky and the earth——
Let this storm come even harder.
At this moment, Gawain is the bloody god of war.
Involuntarily and uncontrollably, Plan's heart began to surge.
Looking at the excitement that filled the entire venue and the overwhelming heat wave, for a brief moment, Plan thought that maybe she should be there.
Close your eyes, listen to the earth-shaking sounds from the TV, feel the waves of Roland Garros with your heart and soul, and feel as if you are there.
Competitive sports are about winning and losing, but it is far more than just winning and losing.
Buzz! The whole audience went crazy.
From New York to Melbourne and then to Paris, Gao Wen proved himself step by step, showed himself step by step, and made a strong debut.
There was thunderous applause at the Philippe Chatrier Stadium.
In two consecutive games, both Tsonga and Gao Wen have shown their top level. Now it is no longer a contest of physical strength and technology, but a clash of wills.
The competition has entered a whole new level.
"Songa!"
Someone started shouting, and slowly, slowly the shouts became one and the same:
Don't forget, this is Paris, Tsonga's home court.
The audience was looking forward to a wonderful game and were even more looking forward to the triumphant return of the host players.
In the second and third sets, the audience expected the match to be more exciting and better to watch. From time to time, they would cheer for the weaker side and hoped that the confrontation would become closer. There were also many voices cheering for Gao Wen. They just wanted to watch more tennis.
But starting from the fourth set, the situation changed quietly. Tsonga had no way out. Philippe Chattier's cheers slowly tilted towards Tsonga.
Whether they are looking forward to the arrival of the deciding set and the appearance of exciting rounds, or looking forward to the continued advancement of the host players, they must cheer for Tsonga. There is no doubt that Tsonga is the closest to the Grand Slam champion among the active French players and is also the local hope.
What's more, Tsonga has no way out now.
“5:2”.
It took exactly ten minutes, and Gao Wen saved three break points and held his serve. The score gap in the deciding set was further widened, and Tsonga was pushed to the edge of the cliff.
Crumbling.
in danger.
As a result, the Philippe Chatrier Stadium was fully ignited.
"Songa Songa Songa!"
"Songa Songa Songa!"
There were explosion sounds, and energy burst out in an orderly manner. In the blink of an eye, it had condensed into a rope, circling violently above the court, sweeping across the field.
That momentum, that blast... was like a Viking war song, sweeping across the entire venue. The solemn and tragic feeling of the whistling wind and the cold Yi River permeated the atmosphere of the end of the world.
In an instant, thunder rumbled, sand and rocks flew, and the world fell into darkness, as if the sky was collapsing.
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Looking from afar, you can see thick rain clouds approaching. They have now entered the eighth arrondissement of Paris, not far from Roland Garros. The pouring rain covers the entire world tightly. The inky black color spreads between the sky and the earth, slowly approaching with great momentum.
It was clear at a glance that it was going to rain, but the question was, could the match be finished before the rainstorm arrived? French Open Tournament Director Gilbert-Ysern was already on the scene, keeping an eye on the clouds overhead.
Obviously, this has become Isern's daily job, and it is the same every year. He adjusts the schedule according to the situation and he needs to feel the on-site conditions on the front line.
Once the weather changes, Isern not only needs to interrupt the game, but also needs to clean up the mess:
How will the subsequent schedule for today and even tomorrow be adjusted?
How can ticketed audiences come up with solutions? How can we maintain order on site and avoid unnecessary accidents in bad weather?
And so on and so forth.
At the first moment, Ishen appeared at the entrance of the stadium.
The two players in the dugout also kept a close eye on the situation.
For Tsonga, he naturally hopes that the game can be suspended or even postponed, so that he can gain breathing space and look for opportunities to counterattack.
But for Gawain, he hoped to win the battle quickly and secure victory before the rainstorm came, otherwise something unexpected would happen.
Tennis is a typical outdoor sport, and weather factors play an important role.
In football, rugby and other events, the game will go on regardless of rain or shine, as long as the weather is not severe, even if it is snowing.
But it’s different for tennis. Once it rains, the game has to be suspended, which puts more stringent requirements on the weather.
Because of this, tennis matches being interrupted by weather is very frequent and common, but Gao Wen has not experienced it yet.
It can also be seen from the side that Gao Wen is still a novice in the tour. He has never experienced the situation where the game was interrupted by heavy rain. The worst weather condition so far is the unpredictable gusts of wind in Indian Wells. Such shortcomings will be further magnified in the Grand Slam.
Once a best-of-five match is interrupted, the entire game state, batting feel, and competitive feeling may all be disrupted by the heavy rain. The player will be like two different people before and after the rain, which will completely overturn the advantages and disadvantages and ultimately change the outcome. Similar situations are common in professional tours.
Moreover, these experiences cannot be learned or taught. Only by experiencing them personally can one grow slowly.
Not to mention a tour rookie like Gao Wen, even for the Big Four, adjusting after the game was interrupted by the weather is still a subject.
The conditions are different every year and we have to adjust according to age, physical condition, and opponent conditions. Every game may be different.
The winds rose and the clouds rolled in, literally.