Chapter 1707 Witnessing Greatness
Gulu, Gulu——
Gravity pulled his body down heavily, and Gao Wen rolled with inertia, subconsciously preparing to stand up and continue the next duel.
A little bit late, the body lagged behind the brain in realizing that the last volley at the net did not cross the net, ending the match in this way.
The twelfth match point ultimately failed to create another miracle.
He rolled over, and just as he was about to stand up, his knees went weak and he fell back to the ground.
Panting.
Sweating profusely.
Gawain looked down at his slightly trembling knees and calves, then turned his head to see the final score on the scoreboard screen.
"6:7(6)", "6:4", "6:4", "5:7", "13:11".
Federer in front, Gawain behind.
The numbers recorded the entire game so clearly and accurately, and then the sense of reality hit me, and my mind went blank, without any thoughts.
He needs a little time, both his body and his brain, he just needs a little time to catch his breath, and that will be enough.
it's over.
Finally, it's over.
Gu Xiao stood there in a daze, but couldn't help but feel his heart surge up——
Perhaps, some people would say that the score had already been lost two hours ago, so what was the point of struggling, persisting, and delaying? Besides wasting energy and time, it still could not change the result, so what was the point?
But it is precisely these two "meaningless" and "ultimately futile" hours that bring tears to people's eyes and make their blood boil.
Because Gao Wen proved with his actions that in competitive sports, there is much more to winning and losing, just like in life, there is much more to life and death.
It is the same for everyone. From the moment we are born, the end of our life is determined, and every day and every moment is a process towards the end. In this case, what is the meaning of life?
Life is not just about living towards death, but about exploring width and depth within a limited length, grasping every moment, and burning all the energy.
Perhaps, you can explore the wonders of nature and the universe; perhaps, you can explore your own limits and hobbies; perhaps, you can explore the mystery and depth of life; perhaps, you can explore the tug of war between reason and emotion; perhaps, you can find resonance and extension of the soul at the artistic level.
Some people live to be a hundred years old but are just barely surviving; some people die young but shine brightly.
"Meaning" obviously has infinite possibilities.
Just like now.
Two hours of fighting and struggling, two hours of confrontation and impact, two hours of burning and releasing, pushed this game that could have ended in the fourth set to a new height. Facing the result calmly, they poured all their energy without reservation and fought to the end.
In the end, Gawain was still unable to rewrite the ending.
After defeating Djokovic at Melbourne Park and Nadal at Roland Garros, Gawain was ultimately unable to complete the ultimate challenge of three consecutive victories. Facing Federer at Wimbledon, he fought hard to the end but still failed to accomplish the feat in one go. He was almost there, just a little bit short.
but!
It was precisely these two "meaningless" hours that showed Gawain's lion heart; it was precisely these two "wasting time" hours that proved Gawain's high fighting spirit; it was precisely these two hours that "made everyone break out in a cold sweat" and "made everyone sweat profusely" that made this duel a classic.
From Gawain to Federer, and from Federer to Gawain, the two players have perfectly interpreted the charm and excitement of competitive sports.
Once again, a significant chapter has been written in the 100-year history of the All England Club’s Centre Court.
Gu Xiao, ashamed of himself, thought the game was over two hours ago, so he turned and left.
At the same time, he congratulated himself because he had witnessed Gao Wen's struggle and burning passion, and was fortunate enough to witness this moment with his own eyes.
Involuntarily and uncontrollably, my blood began to boil.
"Pah! Gawain!"
Staring at the TV screen, Gu Xiao was like a fool. He began to applaud, cheer, and get excited. He felt the heat and burning sensation in his body. With tears in his eyes, a surging heart, and a smile on his face, he faced the final result calmly.
The shouts, like sparks, lit up in spots all over the world in front of TVs, and then converged towards Wimbledon in a mighty way.
Gradually, gradually, a storm formed.
Pulan, my heart almost exploded.
She thought she would be disappointed, she thought she would be sad, she thought she would collapse.
But she didn't.
In fact, not only did she not feel anything, but her chest was filled with emotion, happiness, admiration and joy. Winning or losing was no longer important. She just stared at Gawain.
In front of me, in my heart, and deep in my mind, the only thing that matters is Gawain.
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Plan was glad that she witnessed it with her own eyes, and was even more glad that she fought side by side with Gao Wen, because only by truly experiencing it all could she clearly feel how much passion and sweat Gao Wen poured into this court and this game, and how he continuously challenged his limits.
Little by little, her soul began to burn.
Watching the court quietly -
Federer was celebrating. The joy that he had suppressed and controlled again and again finally burst out. He clenched his fists, jumped high, cheered, roared, and jumped for joy. Every cell in his body could feel the happiness gushing from the inside out, filling the entire venue.
Whether it's Federer or Gao Wen, they have fought to the end without reservation.
It is precisely because of this that the final victory is so sweet and wonderful. Even the battle-hardened Federer is no exception. After experiencing countless fierce battles and narrow victories, he can still deeply feel the madness of this victory, not to mention that this is his favorite Wimbledon.
And Gawain? He just sat on the ground, his hands on his knees, panting, quietly watching the tennis ball that hit the net and rolled to his feet.
Revealing a bit of loneliness.
In an instant, Plan's eyes were filled with tears.
No, she couldn't cry. Maybe this was a defeat, but it was definitely not a failure. She shouldn't and didn't want to cry. They should applaud Gawain.
So, Plan did just that.
"Pah! Gawain!"
His voice was a little choked, but Plan still took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and shouted with all his might, completely ignoring his hoarse voice. He clapped his hands and shouted for support, using his last remaining energy to light up the center court and bring this classic duel to a perfect end.
A little bit later, the shouts from outside blew over Murray Mountain along with the wind, and in a blink of an eye they twisted into a rope and rushed towards the center court in a mighty way.
call.
Gawain let out a long, drawn-out breath, his chest feeling like a volcano, the magma bubbling and boiling.
He knew that he could leave the court with his head held high; he knew that he had given his all, without reservation; he knew that he could proudly say that he had no regrets and that he had left all his energy on the court, but...
But why is there still a bitter taste in my mouth?
(End of this chapter)