On the other side, Murray was moving, preparing to defend.
Here, Gawain was also moving, preparing for high pressure. What he was thinking about was not moving left or right, but this one shot to hit the ball, and only this one shot to hit the ball.
Small steps. Small steps. Small steps.
Keep moving, keep searching, keep adjusting.
As the tennis ball was about to fall, Gao Wen finally found the hitting area in a small circle two steps away from the baseline, close to the forehand position but not yet within the big triangle.
He quickly glanced at Murray's position. He was still standing in the middle of the court. He didn't move easily, and kept swaying left and right to confuse the audience.
Whoosh.
The wind was howling loudly. Gawain adjusted his breathing slightly and tried to find the rhythm and state for hitting the ball again.
The sound of wind, sunshine, audience, green, heat and so on spread in the air, blurring into a halo that dimly enveloped the view ahead.
Then, a spot of light appeared and slowly expanded. The halo pushed outward from the corners of the eyes. The vision directly in front of me gradually became clear, and I found a path amid the hustle and bustle.
At the end of the road is the endless sea.
There was no hesitation, no pause, and no timidity.
Bend your knees, push off the ground, and jump.
Swing, extend, and press down.
The entire high-pressure volley was done in one go. The racket found the hitting point accurately in the air, and a downward pressure covered the rapidly falling tennis ball. The power of the wrist and forearm was fully poured out, squeezing the tennis ball to change its flight trajectory, and it turned into a mustard yellow stream of light and shot out.
"ah!"
Exert force and high pressure.
“Ahhhh!”
Power, explosion.
Without reservation——
The heart was beating wildly, pounding against the chest with a thunderous sound.
The palms of my hands were slightly soaked with sweat, and the fingertips seemed a little slippery when rubbing against the handle of the racket.
It's tension and excitement, adrenaline is exploding, mixed emotions are intertwined, facing the opportunity, the fingertips become slightly numb and stiff.
The body's reactions don't lie.
But the difference is that at this moment, the brain controls the body and reason controls emotions. The more tense you are, the more immersed you are, and you enter a state of complete selflessness.
Calm and focused.
Brave and decisive.
Gao Wen's eyes were filled with indomitable determination and confidence. The entire hitting action was done in one go, connecting all the strength together.
Deep in the Dantian, something is burning.
The tennis ball was compressed to the extreme and turned into a light bullet that pierced through the court.
Just as Murray started to move towards the forehand position to try to defend the diagonal position, the mustard yellow light and shadow dragged its long tail in a straight line and crashed into the backhand area, accurately finding the landing point in the vast space between the baseline and the sideline like Mars hitting the Earth.
then--
Falling, landing.
Explosion!
"ah!"
The final word.
“Ahhhh!”
It was a crushing victory, quick and decisive, and the dust has settled.
Murray guessed the wrong direction and had no chance; Gawain relied on calm observation and overall control to tear open a path in a flash, from the top of his head to the bottom line, straight and sharp, across the court, firmly grasping that tiny gap in an unparalleled and indisputable way.
The last point brings it to an end.
Match point, realize success and grasp it firmly.
"ah!"
Suddenly, Gawain raised his hands high, howled towards the sky, screamed and roared, and cheered to his heart's content. The hot sweat flowed down his arms all the way back to his body. The sunlight sprinkled down, and his whole body was shining with golden light, like a bloody god of war. He powerfully announced his appearance, bombarding with energy continuously.
finally!
Victory, achieved.
As she shouted, a smile blossomed at the corners of her mouth, pure and simple, strong and hot. She stood there sweating profusely, laughing as brightly as a child. The happiness and joy that came from the depths of her soul sparkled in the sun, and even the strong wind stopped.
There was a buzzing sound in my mind.
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He likes such moments, he enjoys such moments——
Because of victory, 100%, but not just because of victory.
Because of fighting, because of striving, because of unreserved release, because of bloody bayonet contests, because of hearty confrontations, because of challenging opponents, challenging oneself, and challenging the limits.
At the end of the burning, victory is achieved. All of this makes the victory sweeter and happier, and adrenaline explodes like fireworks in the mind.
“Ahhhh!”
With a turn, Gawain easily found his player box in the stands of the stadium and laughed happily, brilliantly and wantonly.
Gao Hongli and Jiang Yanyun were cheering, clapping and pumping their fists. Agassi and Pelt were smiling and hugging each other. Sampras was wiping tears from his cheeks, laughing and crying at the same time. He tried to control himself but found that his tears were bursting out and he looked very embarrassed.
Sampras has always believed that he believes Gao Wen can create good results at the All England Club, but he has to suppress his desire.
He does not want his dreams and expectations to become Gawain's shackles, and he does not want his regrets and unwillingness to become Gawain's burden. He has his own career, his own glory and brilliance, which is enough; and Gawain should create his own future.
Write those stories in Gawain's own way.
So, when Sampras returned to the All England Club after many years, he had to suppress his excitement and expectations and kept telling himself over and over again:
Indeed, Gowen will leave a strong mark at Wimbledon, but it doesn't matter if it's not this year, they still have a long future.
Especially after saving match point and narrowly defeating Istomin in the first round, Sampras was deeply aware of this.
He couldn't imagine the pressure on Gawain's shoulders.
From Flushing Meadows to Melbourne Park to Roland Garros, in the past three Grand Slams, Koeman has had an impressive record, winning championships, championships and semi-finals. Naturally, when Koeman arrived at the All England Club, expectations were already rising, and with the addition of Sampras's reputation, expectations were unstoppable.
Perhaps, the one-win-one-loss record in the grass season helped cool down the game, but the attention focused on Koeman has also quietly changed: Will Koeman be eliminated in the first round? How far can Koeman go at Wimbledon? Where will Koeman's worst record in the first four Grand Slams of his career end? After three brilliant Grand Slams, will Koeman bring a disappointing performance in the backyard of coach Sampras? And so on.
So Sampras kept telling himself to stay calm, stay calm, but he didn't expect that he was even more nervous than he was during the competition.
Until now.
When he saw the smile on Gawain's face, Sampras himself didn't know what was going on. A turbulent stream of mixed emotions surged up in his head. Before he could react, tears burst out. Countless thoughts and emotions rushed through his brain, unable to stop.
Top four.
Under pressure, expectations and doubts, attention and discussion, Gao Wen did it again and again, advancing to the semi-finals at the All England Club.
Oh, God, he loves this sport so madly.
The smile blooms freely among the misty tears.