Chapter 1481 A Thousand Words
Roar, roar, roar!
Aww!
Thunderous applause, cheers, even whistles and weird cries, the caddies and staff all welcomed Gao Wen's return in this way and paid tribute to this wonderful match.
The whole audience was surging, and it was no less exciting than Philippe Chatrier's live performance.
Gawain was somewhat flattered. He smiled, nodded and waved to express his gratitude, then raised his hands, high-fived the people on both sides, and staggered forward to join the carnival.
Finally, the footsteps stopped in front of Jiang Yanyun.
Gao Hongli, Sampras, Agassi and others were scattered behind.
Jiang Yanyun looked at Gao Wen seriously, and that look made Gao Wen a little nervous. He quickly straightened his knees and back, and spoke with full energy.
"I'm fine, Mom. I'm fine. I'm just a little exhausted..."
Jiang Yanyun looked at his son who was trying hurriedly to hide his tiredness, a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he patted Gao Wen's arm gently.
"You did a great job. Really, Mom thinks you are the champion this time."
As she spoke, Jiang Yanyun's voice became choked up, and tears could be seen welling up in her eyes. She quickly rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and smiled again.
"Really! You performed so well today and persisted until the end. In my heart, you are the champion. Really, Xiaowu, don't be sad or disappointed..."
"you……"
Halfway through her words, Jiang Yanyun realized that tears had already burst out of her eyes. She hurriedly wiped away all the tears with the back of her hand again.
Jiang Yanyun just felt sorry for his son.
Even she herself was under tremendous pressure because of the news and comments on the Internet, and she suffered from insomnia all night long, let alone Gawain? In today's game, Gawain really tried his best, burning all his energy to fight until the last moment, but this victory did not belong to him after all.
Looking at Gawain running on the court, looking at Gawain who was almost exhausted, looking at Gawain who was still trying to smile despite failure, looking at Gawain who was bitter but pretending to be strong...
Jiang Yanyun just felt heartbroken.
She looked at Gawain carefully, wanting to comfort him, but she didn't expect tears to burst out like this.
Jiang Yanyun was a little flustered.
"Mom is not sad, but touched."
"You performed very well today! Mom thinks you can get a perfect score of 100 in your first clay court season. Even if you get a perfect score, I am not afraid that you will be proud."
But the more I say this, the sadder I feel.
Gao Wen felt a slight pain in his nose as he watched Jiang Yanyun wiping her tears and trying to comfort him. He then took a step forward, bent down and hugged her.
"Mom, I'm tired. I want to eat the sweet and sour pork ribs you cooked."
Jiang Yanyun couldn't hold back her tears and burst into tears. She also hugged Gao Wen, gently patted her son's back, and nodded incoherently.
"Okay. Okay. Mom will cook it for you later. You can eat as much as you want."
Gao Hongli watched this scene quietly, feeling a little confused.
Their son has grown up, like a towering tree. They used to need to protect him from the wind and rain; but now, it is their son's turn to build a safe haven for them.
Originally, it should have been Jiang Yanyun who comforted Gao Wen, but in the end, it was Gao Wen who comforted Jiang Yanyun. Looking at Gao Wen who was protecting Jiang Yanyun firmly under his wings, Gao Hongli's eyes seemed to blur.
Taking a deep breath, Gao Hongli turned his head and looked to the side, as if he was studying the painting on the wall, suppressing his surging emotions.
After calming down a little, Gao Hongli turned his head again, and saw Gao Wen winking at him and speaking silently with his mouth.
"Dad, help..."
Gao Hongli was stunned and almost laughed out loud, but in the end he held his face tight and glared at Gao Wen fiercely. He thought this brat had grown up, but it turned out he was still so naughty.
However, Gao Hongli still took action.
He gently patted Jiang Yanyun's shoulder and said, "Xiao Wu still needs to relax and treat himself after the game, and then there is a press conference. Let's not delay him."
Jiang Yanyun also came back to his senses at this time, "Yes, yes, relax and treat it. Xiaowu, go quickly, don't let the coach wait, these things can't be done casually."
Gao Hongli nodded repeatedly, "That's right, why are you still dawdling here?"
Gao Wen: ??? He? Dawdling?
It's unfair, this is simply snow in June! But looking at Gao Hongli's righteous gaze and Jiang Yanyun's concerned eyes, Gao Wen could only touch his nose, swallow all the subsequent words, show Jiang Yanyun a smile, say goodbye, and go to the massage room——
Post-match work does need to be done step by step and cannot be sloppy. In this regard, there is no difference between victory and failure.
After walking a short distance, Gao Wen noticed that Sampras and Agassi had followed him.
Usually, only Pelt receives post-match treatment, so there is really no need for the two head coaches to follow up.
Noticing Gawain's gaze, Sampras took the initiative and said, "We performed well in the clay court season. There is no need to make things difficult for ourselves. Next, we will prepare well for the grass court season."
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After saying that, Sampras felt that something was missing, so he patted Gao Wen on the shoulder and said, "Come on!"
Gao Wen: ...
Peart and Agassi: …
Sampras ignored everyone's gazes, cleared his throat, and turned away. He just left like that...
A closer look revealed that Sampras was walking away very quickly, and he was walking faster and faster, as if he could shrink the distance into an inch. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving Gawain and the other two looking at each other in bewilderment, but they felt an inexplicable sense of joy and burst out laughing.
After laughing out loud, the awkward deadlock was broken, and Agassi, who was not good at speaking, felt a little more at ease.
"...Gawain, good job."
Agassi hesitated and touched his bald head awkwardly.
"After the Australian Open, Pete asked me if I could be his head coach for the clay court season. At that time, I didn't have the confidence because my clay court performance was just average. It was better than Pete's, but there was still a gap between me and the real clay court masters."
“But now, the clay court season is over, and you’ve performed far beyond expectations, even better than any other clay court season in Pete’s career.”
Is this... a casual complaint about Sampras?
Gao Wen had a hard time holding back his laughter.
"I just want to tell you that your performance is really good. There is no need to be disappointed. I believe you still have room for improvement and I believe you still have a chance."
"The next season is the grass court season, which is Pete's home court. He will still be the head coach and I will be responsible for assisting him."
"But I just wanted to tell you, thank you, Gawain, for letting me finish the clay court season with you this year."
There is nothing fancy or special about the words, one could even say they are boring, but it is precisely this boredom that reveals a sense of sincerity.
After saying that, Agassi felt a little awkward and reserved, as if he didn't know how to end it. He subconsciously touched his bald head again, wanting to escape, muttering "that guy Pete" and looking back to the end of the corridor for Sampras.
Gawain was a little surprised, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Andre, thank you for your affirmation, and thank you for being willing to accompany me to complete this journey, but I need to confirm that this is not the end, right?"
Agassi was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that Gao Wen was joking. He couldn't help but laugh in relief, "No, don't worry, this is certainly not the end."
(End of this chapter)