Chapter 1393 See you later
Clenched fist and raised his head.
Smile, bloom.
Winner.
When he confirmed that he had scored the winning point with his forehand on the last shot, Gao Wen did not cheer or roar, but just clenched his fists and looked up at the audience stands.
turbulent.
Surging.
combustion.
Even though Paris was experiencing a violent storm, with thick clouds pressing low overhead like the end of the world, the attendance rate at the Philippe Chatrier Stadium still easily exceeded 60%. The spectacular clash of powerful opponents held back those who were about to leave the scene. Now, all those people stood up, fighting the storm with applause, cheers, and shouts, creating another huge wave on the scene.
In the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Gao Wen saw his team——
Gao Hongli clenched his fist, Jiang Yanyun also clenched his fist; Sampras clenched his fist, Pelt clenched his fist, and Tobias also clenched his fist.
One or two, they stood with their fists clenched in passion, waving their fists enthusiastically, shouting, celebrating, and venting.
The only exception is Agassi.
Agassi stood quietly, calm and composed, just clapping, just watching, and just conveying the surge of his heart with his eyes.
In the clay court season, at Roland Garros, they carried too many expectations and too much pressure, and the whole world was spinning like crazy at double speed; but in the end, they still seized the opportunity to break through, and won the second round in a row after three hours of fierce battle, defeating the local hope and advancing to the quarterfinals.
It may not sound like a big deal, but Sampras and Agassi clearly understand how difficult it is to win at Roland Garros. Moreover, reaching the quarterfinals of three consecutive Grand Slams is a height that countless professional players cannot reach in their entire lives.
Only they knew how much Gawain had paid behind this victory.
At this moment, I am excited and moved.
My heart is pounding.
Then, Agassi saw a smile blooming on Gawain's lips, and the corners of his mouth also rose, and happiness filled his chest.
A kind of joy, a kind of happiness, a kind of satisfaction, pure and simple.
With his fists clenched and a smile on his face, Gao Wen trotted towards the net, waiting for Tsonga.
Tsonga, a little disappointed——
When entering the deciding set from the fourth set, he sincerely believed that he had the initiative, that he could win, and that the opportunity was on his side.
He was able to defeat Gawain, get back into the quarterfinals, and move on with hopes of winning the home title.
However……
it's over.
Everything is finally over.
He thought that he had tried his best without reservation and had burned up every last bit of his energy, so that he would be able to face any outcome calmly; however, emotions such as resentment, bitterness, regret, sadness, and anger were still running rampant in his chest, and when he closed his eyes, he was filled with pain.
Perhaps, it is because Tsonga has tried his best but still cannot win, as if he has reached his limit. At Roland Garros, this is his ceiling and he can never go any further. His hope of winning the championship at home is destined to be an illusory mirage.
Everyone says that Tsonga has drawn a very good draw this year. In the 8/8 zone, he faces Gavin, who has the weakest clay court strength among the top four seeds; in the 4/4 zone, he faces Nadal, and this year is undoubtedly the lowest point in the career of the King of Clay; in the lower half of the draw, he faces Federer, and his overall performance in the clay court season is not satisfactory.
In other words, Tsonga successfully avoided the two favorites to win the championship, Djokovic and Murray, and has a very good chance of standing out in the lower half.
Of course, Tsonga has just returned from injury, and his condition needs further adjustment, and his on-the-spot performance also needs to be seen.
In the first three rounds, everything went smoothly and he performed strongly. It was obvious that Tsonga had entered the state, and the local media were all excited.
Who knows, maybe this year really is Tsonga's best chance.
but……
The gazes and applause of the entire Philippe Chatrier Stadium poured down on Tsonga's shoulders, and the sadness and powerlessness became more intense.
Because he realized that he might never be able to repay those expectations.
Suddenly, my nose felt a little sore.
Tsonga lowered his head and rubbed his nose, and his steps had already reached the net.
Tsonga took a deep breath, calmed himself down, smiled, and gave Gao Wen a big bear hug:
Regardless, Gawain deserves this victory.
"Congratulations." Tsonga's words were brief, but they were absolutely sincere.
Gawain's voice came to my ears, "At least we fought together to the end."
Just a few words made Tsonga slightly stunned -
Competitive sports are always cruel and cold-blooded, because every game must have a winner and there is only one champion.
While all eyes are on the champion, behind the podium are thousands of "losers" hiding in the shadows.
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But without these losers, how can we witness the glory of victory? "Every great champion has a great opponent", this is definitely not a spiritual chicken soup.
The glory and greatness of the Big Four is precisely because in this era, one "Tsongas" after another have emerged. Their excellence and excellence have made the Big Four shine supremely. When people praise and admire the Big Four, they must never forget that Tsongas are also heroes of the times.
This game is also true.
The fierce battle lasted for three hours and fourteen minutes, a five-set battle with blood on the bayonet. Both players pushed themselves to the extreme and then broke the limit to a higher level of limit, constantly burning and releasing, fighting without reservation until the last moment, and jointly presenting a classic.
Everyone is amazing.
The words were simple, yet crucial. They weighed heavily on Tsonga's heart, clearing away the fog and allowing him to see his true self again:
Boiling blood, hot sweat, trembling knees, and hollowed soul.
He fought till the last moment.
My mood gradually brightened.
Tsonga patted Gawain on the back again, "Thank you."
It stopped there and no more was said, but when they ended the hug, you could see that the weight on Tsonga's mouth seemed to have been lightened a lot.
Although the match has just ended, Tsonga is already looking forward to the next meeting with Gao Wen.
"Next time, we'll see you on the hard ground."
After saying that, Tsonga turned around and walked away without waiting for Gao Wen's reaction.
On the TV screen, Gawain watched Tsonga leave and then laughed heartily, but no one knew what Tsonga had just said to Gawain.
The corners of Plan's mouth also rose, her heart was pounding in her chest, all the blood in her body was rushing towards her heart. Then, she saw Gawain return to the field. He did not clench his fist to celebrate, but just waved with a smile on his face, behaving very restrainedly.
It can be seen that Paris and Melbourne are different after all——
Here, after defeating the host players, Gao Wen did not rub salt into the wounds of the home audience. He greeted the victory with a smile and thanked his opponents with a smile.
The audience at the Philippe Chatrier Stadium looked at Gawain with a smile on his face and applauded him one after another, for Gawain and for the game.
This is truly a special treat.
Pulan couldn't help but join in the applause.
(End of this chapter)