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

It was just a small joke, but one could deeply feel Nadal's dominance between the lines. Even though he lost, the championship temperament deep in his soul was still revealed.

This finally made Gawain smile again. He looked Nadal in the eyes, shook his head repeatedly, and stated his position in a serious manner.

"No, no, no. If we have to face off again, we can wait until next time. Today's game is over. I am very sure that the better team has won, but I promise that I can't wait to meet you again. Next time, I will also do my best."

As for today's match, the winner has been decided, and Gao Wen has absolutely no intention of playing a tiebreaker.

Seeing Gawain's serious expression, Nadal chuckled. "Are you looking forward to the next meeting now? Oh, please, give me some rest time. I think we can wait a little longer."

Obviously, this is a joke.

Gawain covered his chest, "Rafa, does this mean I'm being rejected?"

The banter between us made the atmosphere relaxed again.

Gao Wen looked at Nadal again, his eyes revealing a serious look, "Rafa, are you okay? Are you sure you're okay?"

It can be seen that Nadal must have some physical problems.

Nadal waved his hand, "It's okay, there's no need to worry about me. I will take a good rest and adjust myself, and then be ready for the next challenge."

Victory is victory, defeat is defeat. Nadal does not need any excuses. Gawain won beautifully and he can face the result with dignity.

With the support of Gawain, Nadal regained his energy, felt the ground with his legs, and stood up straight. Although the feeling of emptiness that had drained all his strength still made his steps alternate between deep and shallow, his body had once again become accustomed to the weight of gravity and was able to stand on his own.

Nadal patted Gao Wen on the back again, smiling again, "As for you, go back for physical therapy, because there will be tough battles to come."

Although he didn't say much, the encouragement in Nadal's eyes didn't lie.

Perhaps, asking Nadal to say "I hope you win" would seem too hypocritical, after all, this is the most special event in Nadal's career; but the outcome has been decided, and Nadal is still willing to send his blessings, hoping that Gawain can continue to give top performance and continue to fight with all his strength.

This is enough.

Gawain nodded gently, "I know, the battle is still going on."

It's a back and forth exchange, no further words needed, but it's enough.

Then, Nadal and Gawain walked side by side towards the referee.

Buzz buzz buzz.

In the silent space of the Philippe Chatrier Stadium, there was a surge of trivial excitement and passion, and then, something earth-shattering happened -

"Hey, Rafa! Good job!"

In the audience stands, someone finally came to his senses and broke the silence of the entire stadium. The hoarseness in his voice could be clearly felt when he shouted at the top of his lungs, inadvertently revealing the mixed emotions of watching the entire game.

It is excitement and excitement, it is regret and sadness, it is happiness and loss.

If possible, they also hope that the game can go on for a long time, without losers and regrets, but this is impossible——

Competitive sports ultimately need a winner.

but.

Perhaps, the outcome of competitive sports must determine a winner, but in a strong duel that challenges oneself and one’s limits, there are no losers, just like in this game, they witnessed the struggle of two fighters and two gods of war, and they witnessed the brilliance of two champions.

This is enough.

They witnessed a victory; more importantly, they witnessed a battle, a competitive collision interpreted with life, soul and fighting spirit.

At the end of the day, that’s all that matters.

A hoarse voice broke the silence, and the complexity and surge hidden in the words slowly spread in the center of the Philippe Chatrier Stadium.

Whistles, cheers, and discussions slowly surged up and gradually filled the entire Philippe Chattier Stadium, but it was still difficult to accurately express the complexity and richness of the audience's hearts. After experiencing such a game, how should the audience pay their respects to the players?

Until Nadal packed up his equipment and turned away as a loser for the second time in his career, leaving the stage to Gawain. Unexpectedly, Gawain stopped packing his equipment, returned to the court, raised his hands high, applauded Nadal, and watched Nadal leave the court.

Simple, but sincere.

At this point, the audience inside and outside the Philippe Chatrier Stadium finally reacted. A thousand words could not compare to the sincerity and energy of applause.

Sometimes, actions speak louder than words, and those cheers, shouts, and praises all turn into a simple action of clapping hands; but in the collision of palms, the surging passion in the chest and the enthusiasm that has been lingering in the mind for a long time are all poured into it.

This is enough.

then.

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The applause was thunderous.

It surged in from all directions, initially only inside the Philippe Chatrier Stadium, but slowly it could be felt, the surging sound and air waves starting from outside the stadium and spreading inside. The energy of the entire Roland Garros was gathering towards the center court, condensing into a force.

It's getting worse.

In a blink of an eye, it gathered into a storm, swirling and surging over Philippe Chatrier, covering the sky and the earth, and changing the weather.

Boom! Boom, boom ! The sound was so overwhelming and so grand that Nadal paused in his tracks and turned to look at the surging water before him.

Throughout Nadal's career, Roland Garros has never really treated him like this. Parisians have never been able to like his style and method of play. Even though he has achieved countless brilliant results here, he has not been able to conquer the sincerity of Roland Garros, and has even been attacked by boos more than once.

This is always a pity.

Of course, Nadal knows that he cannot win everyone's favor, so he has always remained calm and treated Paris' harsh criticism rationally.

But deep down, Nadal also admitted that Roland Garros has always been the most special and beautiful paradise in his career. He hopes to leave more good memories here. If the audience is absent, then this beauty will not be complete, which is ultimately a regret that cannot be ignored.

For a very, very long time, Nadal thought that this regret would never be filled.

Until now.

Just now, Nadal experienced the most painful and regrettable defeat in his career, which may even be the lowest season in the past ten years.

With the loss of this game, Nadal's glorious record of winning at least one Grand Slam for ten consecutive years is likely to end this year.

The long and dark trough, the struggling and painful depression, reached a peak after today's defeat. The fatigue and loss that surged from the depths of the heart were not even pain or sadness, but were able to produce a power of total despair, just like a free fall from a high altitude.

Falling, out of control, into nothingness.

However.

The applause was thunderous.

The moment that I have waited and waited for, and anticipated again and again, has finally arrived.