Chapter 1678 The Good Show is Coming
Originally, Gao Wen was still thinking about whether to call Pulan to come to the VIP room to take shelter from the rain, but then he saw Pulan stretching out his hands and catching the rain with a smile on his face.
A clean and bright smile blooms in the misty drizzle, and it seems like returning to childhood, when there are no toys, waiting for the rain. As soon as you see the rain, you immediately put on your rain boots and raincoat, and can't wait to run out to step on the puddles, which can also make you happy for the whole afternoon.
Maybe, rain is not all bad.
Gao Wen couldn't help but stretch out his right hand and feel the touch of the fine raindrops with his palm. It felt a little itchy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.
He then looked up at the sky and said, "The rain shouldn't last long. There aren't any rain clouds."
While mumbling, he looked away, and then Gawain saw Beckham encouraging Romeo, whispering, "You can ask."
Gawain was not going to ask, but Beckham looked up and saw Gawain's gaze. He smiled and said, "Romeo, I have a question for you."
"Dad!" Romeo was still a little reserved and called out complainingly.
Beckham laughed heartily and patted Romeo on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Gawain doesn't bite."
Gawain looked at Romeo and nodded seriously, "Indeed, I don't bite people, you know? Human flesh is hard and rough. The bad habits of modern diet structure have completely destroyed human health. The fat ratio and fiber tissue of muscles are very bad and unsatisfactory."
"But if you want to give it a try, I can make an exception for you."
After saying this, Gao Wen showed off his neat and white teeth, as if he was shooting a commercial for toothpaste.
Romeo was slightly stunned, and then his smile completely blossomed, "You are lying."
Gawain's eyes widened, and he looked at Beckham in disbelief. "Hey, David, this gentleman said I was lying. I felt attacked."
“Haha.” Romeo relaxed and laughed before Beckham could answer. “I, I just want to ask you a question.”
Gawain showed a look of disgust, "Since you are a gentleman, I will just answer you reluctantly."
"Are you a vampire?"
Romeo had just finished asking, and before Gawain and Beckham could react, he had already burst into laughter. Apparently, he was not used to playing pranks.
At least, not yet used to it in front of Gawain.
So Romeo waved his hands repeatedly to express his denial, "Actually, what I want to ask is, who do you hope will win today's game?"
Gao Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why do you want to know?"
Romeo glanced at Beckham, and after receiving an encouraging look from his father, he looked at Gawain, "Because the winner will be your opponent. If you could choose, who would you rather play against?"
I see.
Gawain raised his chin slightly, a smile flashed in his eyes, and gave his answer, "Roger."
Romeo's eyes also lit up brilliantly, "But why? Roger, Roger is so powerful."
Gawain smiled and said, "It is because Roger is so powerful that I hope he can win. Who doesn't want to challenge the strongest?"
Romeo didn't say anything, he just looked at Gawain quietly, the spirit in his eyes surging silently.
Beckham also looked at Gawain, "I'm also looking forward to your meeting with Roger, God, it will definitely be exciting."
Gawain raised his chin slightly, still smiling, "Although I'm not sure who you support, at least today we are on the same side."
"Haha," Beckham laughed heartily.
The rain stopped.
The drizzle, which lasted less than ten minutes, appeared gently and disappeared quietly, was typical of Wimbledon.
The stadium was busy again.
At this time, Wimbledon once again showed its profound heritage:
Well-trained caddies came on stage together, removed the tarpaulin, cleaned the field, and restored the equipment. In less than three minutes, the course was ready for use again.
This level of professionalism and discipline is undoubtedly the best in the four Grand Slams. No wonder every year different tournaments send ball caddies to Wimbledon for professional training.
While waiting for the two players to return to the court, Stadium No. 1 was already 80% full, and the audience who had been waiting anxiously returned to their seats as soon as possible, waiting for the excitement to continue.
The rain in the first set helped Simon regain his concentration and got the game back on track. So, what about the rain in the second set?
“15:0”.
Before the rain stopped, Federer won the first point in his second serve game, leaving Simon with limited but not no room to fight back. It all depends on Simon's performance.
but!
The initiative is in Federer's hands. Don't forget, this is his serve.
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"Love-game"! After the rain stopped, Federer scored three more points and four more points in a row to secure his second serve and win the second set.
The final score was fixed at "7:5".
Although Simon broke Federer's first serve, this feat seemed to anger Federer, or more accurately, to help Federer unload the burden. He no longer had to pay attention to the historical records all the time, and he could start from scratch and concentrate on the layout of the serve.
Federer, in top form, is "impossible to resist".
It can be seen from all aspects that Federer, who is getting better and better, is extremely eager for victory, especially at Wimbledon, the venue he is best at. His goal is not only Simon or the semi-finals, but the championship. That powerful temperament was gradually released after he was broken.
Entering the third set, Federer's condition and rhythm further improved, and he became more and more courageous.
At the beginning of the game, he broke Simon's defense with continuous wide-angle attacks and took a small score advantage of "2:0". After a brief stalemate in the intraday stage, Federer's various and rapid attacks brought increasing pressure and impact to Simon, so that Simon began to waver.
Simon, who is always difficult and stable, made a very rare mistake. He couldn't hold on in the round and lost the ball on his own initiative.
And it wasn't just one or two mistakes, but consecutive mistakes. Besides the impact on physical fitness, the loss of confidence was fatal.
In the seventh game, Federer broke the serve again effortlessly and then served to win the match.
At this point, the tough Simon could no longer keep up with the rhythm, and he was returning the ball blindly like a headless fly on both offense and defense, and the game lost its suspense.
Federer lost just one point and converted his first match point.
"6:3", "7:5", "6:2".
Although the audience did not want to see such a scene, Simon only presented a brief highlight at the end of the second set, like a firework, fleeting, and then disappeared into the endless darkness. In the end, no sparks were created in the entire game, and it was just a one-sided game.
Sorry, very very sorry, very disappointing -
but!
This also means that "Federer VS Gawain" is about to take place.
This alone is enough, the fun begins.
(End of this chapter)