Chapter 1625 Hats off
"Game, great, '7:5', '7:6', '6:3'..."
The voice of the referee announcing the final score of the game was heard above Court No. 1, but in the blink of an eye it was drowned out by the cheers and shouts of the audience.
Roar, roar, roar.
Boom boom boom.
Noisy and boiling, the entire stadium was like a volcanic eruption.
But slowly, slowly, the shouts and screams settled down, and were replaced by pure and simple applause. Thunderous applause swept the entire audience. Compared to any other way of celebration, simple applause was the most sincere and strongest, conveying the surging emotions in one's heart.
Without a doubt, this was a brilliant match.
“Perhaps, judging from the score, some fans may think that Gawain won another perfect victory and Dimitrov had almost no chance throughout the game.”
"But obviously, this idea is incorrect."
"Although the final score was '3:0', the entire match lasted two hours and seventeen minutes, with an average of more than 45 minutes per set. Such a tense and intense match is rare in grass court matches, which shows the intensity of the competition between the two players."
"In fact, this was Dimitrov's best game since the 2015 season."
"After Wimbledon, Dimitrov's world ranking is likely to fall out of the top 20, or even further down the list. But facing his good friend Gao Wen, Dimitrov successfully regained his form, and his mercurial attack blossomed on the grass court. We have reason to look forward to the second half of the season."
"Looking back at the entire match, Dimitrov had set points in both the first and second sets, and he also saved set points. The opportunities were equal for both players; but at the critical moment, Gawain found a way to win in the strong confrontation with a better performance."
"When the game ends, it is also the moment when the fans start to celebrate. They deserve all the applause."
In the commentary booth, Xu Yang was slightly emotional, and one could feel the surge of emotions and feelings in his unhurried tone, offering all his respects.
Other commentators from around the world also expressed their agreement, applauding the two players with respect and admiration.
Plan thought he should let go of his burden and finally enjoy his victory.
After deciding to go to Wimbledon, Plan's biggest worry was what would happen if his presence brought bad luck and caused Gawain to lose, just like Murray.
Murray's grandmother has always been amazed at her grandson's achievements in tennis, so she likes to go to the scene to watch the game very much, but because of her advanced age and physical difficulty, she cannot go to every game, so she can only choose some games.
Who would have thought that for a period of time, Murray lost all the games that his grandmother watched live.
This made Murray's mother Judy very angry, depressed and aggrieved. In the end, the superstitious Judy simply forbade her mother to go to the scene to watch Murray's game.
Poor grandma can only watch the game in front of the TV.
This is also what Plan is worried about.
However, this did not happen, so Plan should just enjoy the joy of victory.
However, when Gawain converted the match point, tears instantly filled his eyes and the surging emotions overwhelmed him like a tsunami.
It is precisely because I understand how much effort and sweat Gawain has poured into the game, and because I have experienced the ups and downs of the game live, that at this moment, victory is more than just a victory. This victory carries more weight, and comes from the passion and madness deep in the soul.
Pran knew she was like a madman, but surprisingly, she didn't care.
Gazing at the figure on the court through the misty eyes of tears, it didn't matter even if Gawain couldn't find her, her presence was enough.
Then.
Standing up, applauding, smiles bloomed through tears, hearts surged with disbelief, happiness and joy bloomed in minds endlessly.
The next second, Plan couldn't control himself and burst into laughter like the entire audience:
On the court, Gao Wen did not celebrate his victory.
No fists pumped, no hands raised, no cheering, no jumping, nothing.
Although they won in the end and advanced to the quarterfinals with their heads held high, the opponent was their good friend, so the meaning of the game was naturally different. Apart from the victory, when the game was over and the smoke of competition and confrontation was gone, they returned to being friends again. Not celebrating was a basic respect.
Naturally, Gao Wen did not prepare for grass skiing like he did in the previous competitions.
However, victory is still victory, which also means that Gao Wen has officially entered the Wimbledon quarterfinals club. The significance of this game is extraordinary.
So, Gao Wen chose another way to express his joy. He took off his sneakers slowly and walked towards the net barefoot.
Such a scene made the entire audience burst into laughter, including Dimitrov, who couldn't help laughing when he saw Gawain coming towards him in white socks.
Clap, clap! The applause went up a notch.
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Finally, Gao Wen and Dimitrov met in front of the net. Dimitrov opened his arms first and gave Gao Wen a big hug.
"God, you didn't leave me any chance at all. I'm almost depressed." Dimitrov joked with a smile.
Gao Wen nodded gently, "Okay, okay, next time we play, I'll let you serve once in each set."
Dimitrov didn't mind at all. His eyes lit up. "You said it. Do you want to make a pinky promise to confirm the agreement?"
Very rarely, Dimitrov saw Gawain's dislocated jaw in shock, which made him laugh triumphantly and continue, "Very good, I'll reserve the victory for the next meeting in advance, oh yeah."
Gawain, raise your hands in surrender.
"Haha." Dimitrov laughed with his head raised, and then gave Gawain another hug and patted Gawain's back hard, almost like a hammer, as if turning all the excitement, sadness, excitement, and loss into strength and venting it out.
If Dimitrov said he was not disappointed, he would be lying. He still desires victory and is eager to achieve more good results in professional tennis.
But after the disappointment, Dimitrov also saw hope and the dawn of his own recovery; and if he had to lose at Wimbledon, perhaps Gawain would be the best choice.
What's more, today's game was really exciting. Dimitrov really hasn't enjoyed a game for a long time.
During the past six months, he almost thought he had forgotten how to enjoy the game. The game became a shackle, a burden, and a dilemma. He felt breathless every time he stepped onto the court. The obsession with winning and losing and the pursuit of perfection imprisoned his soul, and the game became a torment.
Until today.
Therefore, thousands of words are finally condensed into the simplest and most plain sentence.
"Thanks, bro."
Dimitrov slapped Gawain's back hard again, making a loud thumping sound.
(End of this chapter)