As graceful as a startled swan, as elegant as a swimming dragon, light and agile yet as powerful as thunder, like a wild goose flying over the flat sand yet with tremendous waves.

The entire stadium held its breath and watched Nadal's thunderous "outside-in" shot, and focused on Gawain's split-leg save of the ball by a hair's breadth. Finally, all eyes followed the tennis ball to draw a thrilling rainbow arc, and then returned to the other side of the court, and the world spun as the tennis ball fell to the ground.

Buzz...

There was a roar above the eardrum.

Unbelievable!

incredible!

From offense to defense and then back to offense, from active to passive and then back to active, the two players danced wildly on the tightrope, tug-of-war in a strong confrontation. Unexpected interference increased the variables but also increased the excitement. The air was filled with the breath of burning souls and boiling blood until the last moment.

Nadal has reached his peak.

Gao Wen has also reached his peak.

Unbelievable! Miraculous!

Finally, at the very end, this point belongs to Gawain.

Then.

Gawain was already sitting on the ground with his legs split, panting like a cow, his lungs burning, staring at the tennis ball intently, until the ball made two bounces, and then there was a roar in his head, clanging, clanging, as if the engine of a steam train was colliding, and his heart just exploded.

Make a fist and raise it high.

There was no roar, no cheering, but the burning fighting spirit in those eyes sparkled brightly under the afternoon sun at Roland Garros.

Ah! That was a silent celebration.

Ah! That was a burst of passion.

Ah! That was the release of fighting.

From the first point of the game, Gawain and Nadal were in their best form, firing on all cylinders, and the confrontation was always stalemate and tense; but when it came to the most critical and tense moment of the second set, the tension in the whole court reached a new level and touched the limit.

Nadal, sweating profusely, and Gawain, who was in a rage, faced each other across the net. Both players almost fell down, exploring the dual limits of their physical and mental levels in the process of saving and hitting the ball. They both fought without reservation to the last moment and burned up all their energy.

They are all warriors, fighters, and soldiers.

Boom! The whole audience burst into applause.

One after another, all the spectators at the Philippe Chatrier Stadium stood up collectively, with cheers and whistles coming from all directions, using all their strength to vent their excitement and excitement. Although they were looking forward to a wonderful match and foresaw a powerful clash, they were still bathed in shock and trembling at this moment.

Slowly, slowly...the cheers and whistles all disappeared as people realized that those fancy ways were simply not enough to express the turmoil in their hearts.

Only applause.

Faced with the peak showdown between two players who burned their souls and gave their all, only applause could express the inner admiration and respect, but applause alone was enough. It was a pure, simple, sincere and direct way to express the surging emotions in one's mind without reservation.

The applause gradually gathered together and finally turned into a storm, shaking the sky above the Philippe Chatrier Stadium.

Boom! Boom boom boom! The world trembles.

at the same time.

Suzanne Lenglen and the entire Roland Garros could deeply feel this earth-shaking sound wave. Their eyes involuntarily looked towards the source of the sound, carefully capturing the madness and grandeur with their hearing, and then closing their eyes, picturing the unparalleled grand scene in their minds.

Federer, who was about to serve, and Wawrinka, who was about to receive the ball, also felt this energy and both paused and looked over.

A strange scene occurred on the Suzanne Lenglen Stadium. The game was unexpectedly stopped for a moment and all eyes were on Philippe Chatrier.

Roland Garros is boiling.

At this moment, the audience who were still wandering around the park gathered towards Philippe Chatrier one by one, like believers coming to make a pilgrimage from all directions. The main street, which had already become deserted, was filled with people in every corner, and thousands of people were marching in the same direction.

Not only the people at the scene, but also the audience in front of the TV were moved.

Plan felt a little regretful. She thought that she should have gone to watch the game in person.

She thought she could keep her mind calm by staying at home, but that was not the case. Maybe she was at home now, but her heart had already been stationed in the front row of the audience seats at Philippe Chatrier, completely immersed in it. She could hear the surging echo of the scene with her eyes closed.

“…Pah…Pah…”

That was, applause? "Pa pa! Rafa!"

"Pah! Gawain!"

"Pah! Rafa!"

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"Pah! Gawain!"

One sound, another sound; one wave, another wave.

In a blink of an eye, the whole stadium was covered. No one in the Philippe Chatrier Stadium was exempted. Even the reporters and staff members all started muttering to themselves. There was no need to shout, only whispers. It was like a spell, making people's hearts surge.

Listen, that's the passion and enthusiasm surging in the air.

"Snap! Rafa! Snap! Gawain!"

In the end, Plan couldn't help it and clapped his hands lightly and high-fived twice; then, he called out that name, not just for one player, but for both teams, for the two players who dedicated themselves to the peak showdown, and for the two warriors who showed the infinite charm of competitive sports and ignited their fighting spirit.

Perhaps, this was only the second set and the outcome was far from being decided, but every spectator could feel that both players had given their all; similarly, they reciprocated by releasing all their energy without reservation, becoming the most perfect footnote to this wonderful duel.

"40:AD".

The break point appeared, again and again.

This was already the twelfth break point that Gawain had gotten in Nadal's serve game throughout the match - no, Nadal had saved one in the previous game, so it should be the thirteenth break point, and also the second in this game; however, Gawain has not cashed in on any of them so far.

So, what about this time?

On both sides of the court, the two players took a short break to wipe the sweat off their bodies and wipe the red dirt off their bodies with towels. They paused for a moment to catch their breath and reorganize their thoughts to prepare for the next point.

Maybe the previous point was brilliant, but this point is a brand new beginning.

It is not certain that Gawain will continue to be strong, and it is not certain that Nadal will miss the opportunity again. In fact, this point may not be exciting at all and end in a very meaningless mistake. This is the truth of competitive sports, because in a tennis match, the most important thing is always the next point.

Objectively speaking, in today's match, both Nadal and Gavin made some simple mistakes. The main reason was that the pressure from their opponents was too obvious, forcing themselves to pursue perfection and the ultimate, which required them to take some risks. Those mistakes were inevitable, so both players kept missing break points.

But overall, when facing break points, both players showed more mature and calmer preparation and layout on their serve, and kept a stable mentality to complete the execution, so the break success rate of both players was very poor, mainly due to the excellent performance of the serving side.

But... a brand new start.

Another break point, what will Nadal choose?