Chapter 1436 Hats off

Roland Garros, fifth round, Nadal vs. Gawain.

The scores are: “4:6”, “7:5”, “6:4”, and “6:2”.

Time used: “03:40”.

Match information is recorded on the electronic signboard at Philippe Chatrier Stadium.

The game is over; history is made.

A miracle is happening.

However, there was no cheering, no exclamation, no applause, no noise, nothing. The entire stadium was completely silent. Everyone was just staring at the court, staring at the figure who fought to the end.

The heart trembled slightly.

Then, someone finally moved.

Gao Wen.

An unexpected but reasonable figure.

After scoring the last point, Gawain did not celebrate. Instead, he stood there and breathed deeply, quietly feeling this moment: feeling his heartbeat, feeling the blood, feeling the pleasure and release after exhaustion, feeling the surging and trembling of the entire stadium, feeling the brief stop of time, and feeling the dizziness of the world spinning around.

Victory is important, extremely, extremely important, there is no doubt about that; but what is sweeter and happier than victory is the breakthrough after challenging your limits, the progress after challenging yourself, and the joy after challenging your idol. A mixture of happiness and sadness surges on your tongue.

He looked up and found his player box among the audience.

Gao Wen saw Gao Hongli and Jiang Yanyun, and also saw Pelt and Tobias, but more importantly, he saw Sampras and Agassi.

Sampras looked a little embarrassed. He kept wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his clothes, but his eyes became redder and redder. A smile bloomed on the corners of his mouth, but tears fell along with it. He felt uncomfortable all over and turned around to hide. He was even happier than when he broke through in the second week of Roland Garros.

Agassi stood up, with his back straight, without any expression or movement, just staring at Gawain quietly, but he himself did not realize that his shoulders were completely tense, and he used all his strength to open his chest and raise his chin, with bright eyes to meet the gaze of the whole world.

Unexpectedly, Gao Wen's eyes warmed up slightly, and he was filled with emotion.

They worked hard and were tense all the way, with awe and vigilance, and endured doubts and pressure, but they finally came to this point——

Top four.

The semi-finals of Roland Garros.

My heart is pounding!

Before the start of the clay court season, after the Roland Garros draw came out, it was a position they could not even imagine or hope for.

But they took one step at a time and finally achieved a breakthrough.

The smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly.

Then, Gawain finally controlled himself, shook his head slightly, as if he couldn't believe this victory, and looked away to the opposite side.

At a glance, Gawain saw Nadal, the Spanish warrior who fought to the last moment with all his might and won with honor. Although he could leave Roland Garros with his head held high, it was rare to see Nadal with his head lowered.

His body was overdrawn. His knees and arms were shaking uncontrollably. He didn't even notice that hot sweat was continuously flowing down his body. He was completely immersed in exhaustion.

The fatigue emanating from the depths of his soul bound his ankles.

Gao Wen had no way of imagining what this game meant to Nadal. After all, he had too little experience in his professional career. He couldn't imagine what it felt like to stand on a field where he had won nine championships but only lost one game, and then try his best to finally face the second defeat. But he could guess that it was a strong emotion that was not so easy to let go.

Gao Wen took a step forward. He wanted to pay all his respects to Nadal because of this game and everything in this year's clay court season.

Gawain did not stand in front of the net and wait, but walked around the net and went straight towards Nadal. The eyes of the entire Philippe Chatrier and even Roland Garros were on Gawain's footsteps.

A little late, Nadal finally came to his senses, looked up and saw Gawain.

Nadal also immediately took a step forward, but at this time it can be seen that his steps were a little staggering, and his heavy steps could clearly feel the pull and drag of gravity like shackles.

However, Nadal showed a smile on his face, showing a little bit of satisfaction, a little bit of relief and a little bit of appreciation. He congratulated Gawain in this way and took the lead in extending his right hand and opening his arms to hug Gawain, conveying his blessings sincerely.

Gao Wen also held Nadal's right hand and gave his friend a hug.

“A great match.”

Nadal also hugged Gawain tightly. For a moment, he was filled with emotion, his nose felt a little sore, and an indescribable emotion surged up.

It's neither sadness nor regret, but rather a sense of joy, freedom and relief mixed with a bit of melancholy and loss, which cannot be described in words.

After thinking for a while, Nadal smiled, patted Gawain on the back, and spoke in Gawain's ear.

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"Thank you for fighting till the very end."

It was a kind of respect and reverence, and Nadal felt it from Gawain.

Nadal hugged Gawain tightly and deeply, without saying anything. He used all his strength to convey all those complicated and intertwined emotions in a hug. He was not good at words, which had never been his strong point. Rather than words, he always preferred to show respect with actions.

However.

A mixture of happiness and bitterness came over him like a tidal wave, cutting off his breathing in an instant. The last bit of energy in his body seemed to be released. His knees went weak, his calves trembled, and he was almost unable to stand. Nadal barely leaned on Gawain to stay standing.

In an instant, Gawain could clearly feel the energy pressing down upon him—

It was like a mental coma. The forces supporting the body were all withdrawn and disintegrated, and the whole person collapsed, the whole body weight sinking down.

There is no need for words, Gawain can empathize with what he feels. That is the emptiness after trying one's best, and the chaos after burning out. It is the real end of ammunition and food. Standing on the court today, Nadal really gave his all and fought until the last point and the last moment. He deserves respect.

Gawain quickly passed through Nadal's arms and used his body to barely support Nadal's body, but the weight was overwhelming and he could hardly stand.

"Rafa? Are you okay?"

Nadal leaned on Gawain, took a deep breath, and barely regained a trace of rationality. He controlled his body with willpower, used Gawain's body as a crutch, and regained his balance. The pressure of the collapsing building was slightly relieved.

Looking up, Nadal could see the worried look on his friend's face and he grinned.

"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile. Don't forget, I'm much stronger than you."

Rarely, Gawain did not joke back.

Nadal patted Gawain's back gently to comfort him, and his smile became more relaxed.

"Don't believe it? Otherwise, let's play another round and see if I can run."

(End of this chapter)