Chapter 1473: The power of the wildness
Huff, huff, huff…
Every breath felt like spitting fire, with magma and smoke surging in the chest, hot and scorching. The sharp pain could explode at any time, and even the nerves in the temples were pulled along.
I couldn't lift my feet, my knees were shaking, every inch of my muscles and every cell was screaming, and the last bit of strength in my body was almost blown away. I really had no fuel left, and I was out of ammunition and food.
Gao Wen had tried his best, but his forehand shot was still a little bit beyond the baseline, just the width of a finger, but it was still out of bounds.
But Gao Wen didn't want to make excuses, nor did he have the energy to make excuses for himself. He just... felt annoyed and disappointed, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.
Look up at the sky.
Gao Wen was tired. He knew he was tired. Although the match time was not as long as the Australian Open final at the beginning of the year, the consumption of clay brought him deep fatigue. His body, brain and soul all protested:
Tired. Tired, tired, tired, tired.
I didn't even want to move a finger.
However.
He still didn't want to give up. Not just for the sake of victory, but just to fight to the end, just to fight with his head held high until the last moment, just to see where his limit was.
call……
Gawain let out a long breath, gathering up his disappointment and regret, quietly hiding his confusion and fatigue.
The battle is not over yet.
Maybe the victory belongs to him, maybe the victory belongs to Stan, but it doesn’t matter anymore. He just wants to join forces with the great opponent and continue the excitement of the game until the end.
He can still continue——
"8:9".
It was Wawrinka's serve to win the game, and it was another chance for Wawrinka to move towards victory. He had failed three times before and had wasted six match points. Everyone says that things never happen more than three times, but now he has broken through three, so can he get the favor of the goddess of victory the fourth time?
"40:0".
With three consecutive match points, an ace, a forehand straight line attack winning point, and a direct serve, Wawrinka finally found his form.
After missing three serve-winning games, Wawrinka seemed to have finally overcome his anxiety and volatility in the face of victory and stabilized his form, especially his serve, with consecutive first serve shots into the zone being outstanding.
Overall, Wawrinka, who was in super god form, was indeed the one who performed better today; however, Wawrinka's opponent today was Gawain, a god of war, whose indomitable will and tenacity were always burning, and whose endless energy seemed to never run out or disappear.
So, what about this time?
Seventh match point, zone two.
Wawrinka chose the outside corner to suppress the backhand, and Gao Wen's prediction was very accurate:
This is the fourth time in Wawrinka's two service games that he has chosen the outside corner in the second zone.
The first second zone in this game was also at the outside corner. The quality was excellent and the outward rotation at the large outside corner forced Gao Wen to swing his racket and fail to control the ball, which went directly out of bounds.
When the serve is in good condition, players tend to copy the line and continue the feel, following the same route and landing point.
Gao Wen was not flustered at all on the match point. He predicted accurately and hit a two-handed backhand directly to the deep middle area, forcing Wawrinka to step back. Because he did not have enough space to swing the racket and was worried that hitting the ball hard might go out of bounds, Wawrinka mainly controlled the ball and hit a back diagonal deep area.
It almost fell into the blind spot at Gao Wen's backhand baseline.
But Gao Wen was very decisive and quick. He swung his hands backhand in a circle and exerted full force. The backhand diagonal line was like a cannonball fired from the gun, directly penetrating the diagonal path.
Boom! The ball landed on the ground and Wawrinka was in the backhand position but couldn't touch the ball.
Clean and neat.
straightforward.
"40:15".
Ah! Gawain roared, clenched his fists to cheer himself up, and continued to jump lightly on the spot, slapping his thighs to continue to mobilize his energy.
Ah! The murderous aura in those eyes was still shining, proving with practical actions that he was not ready to give up the victory just like that.
Or to be more precise, he still desires victory. He is not satisfied with just saving match points. He believes that victory will belong to him in the end.
That belief, that enthusiasm, that passion once again ignited the Philippe Chatrier Stadium.
Then, Gawain did it again.
Although Wawrinka's serve in the first zone was good and strong enough to establish a clear advantage for himself, and his subsequent forehand diagonal attack was also very powerful; but the focused Gawain also showed top defensive state, running all over the court and continuously defending Wawrinka's determined three-shot attack.
From the right side to the left side and then back to the right side, he stopped and turned suddenly, moved the world, and covered the entire court. Gao Wen used accurate prediction and tireless running to win defensive space for himself, and suppressed Wawrinka with an exquisite baseline lob, tearing out a narrow living space.
Then, grab——
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A backhand straight shot while running, fast, heavy, tricky and aggressive enough.
Wawrinka's forehand successfully touched the tennis ball, but his footwork was obviously suppressed, and his forehand was not retracted in time, so the tennis ball was hit directly into the audience stands.
“40:30”, the eighth match point, successfully saved.
Ah! Gawain howled to the sky, the bloody breath bursting from his eyes filled the whole place, the muscles outlined by the sweat were almost about to burst, his red-faced excitement and madness made him look like a reborn god of war, his roar shocked the whole place, and Philippe Chattier went crazy.
incredible.
Unbelievable.
From the fourth to the fifth set, Gao Wen was in trouble again and again, but he was always able to find a way to fight his way out with perseverance, courage, determination and fighting spirit. The belief in victory and the will to fight were burning brightly, enough to make every audience member surrender.
The game was nearly five hours old at this point. Considering that Gawain had previously been in a three and a half hour battle, anyone could see that Gawain was constantly pushing his limits and tapping his potential, injecting a completely different charm into this game.
At this time, in the player lounge, Djokovic and Murray had returned and finished warming up, waiting to go on court. A large group of people gathered there, all staring at the TV screen in complete silence, just feeling the sound of their heartbeats and their blood boiling with excitement.
At this moment, with Roland Garros as the center, radiating towards Paris and the world, countless tennis fans are watching this game, quietly watching Gawain roaring to the sky on the TV screen, and deeply feeling the indomitable fighting spirit burning.
If you listen carefully, you can see Philippe Chatrier paying the highest tribute to Gawain.
"Pah! Gawain!"
"Pah! Gawain!"
This boy, who is only nineteen years old, is burning his primordial strength to fight to the end.
Plop. Plop.
The sound of beating hearts continued to surge like thunder. Even if you were just a spectator witnessing this game, you could taste the blood in your throat.
Gawain was fighting; Wawrinka was also fighting, not just for victory. The two players' eyes collided briefly in the middle of the court, and then they looked away.
"40:30", three match points in a row, and in a blink of an eye only the last one is left.
(End of this chapter)