Chapter 1825: A Blank
Huh! The entire Arthur Ashe Stadium was in a state of shock, but in the blink of an eye, their throats were grabbed, and all the noise of astonishment and shock was cut off, and then the stadium was trapped in a buzzing heat wave cage.
There was complete silence.
Jiang Yanyun's heart suddenly stopped beating.
"...Gawain fell down."
Zhan Jun's brain was a mess. He subconsciously described the scene in front of him, but was unable to react, let alone explain or comment.
Above the eardrum, there was only a noisy roar that continued to surge.
Buzz...buzz...
My mind is blank. There are no thoughts or emotions. It's just a blank.
"Uh. There was an unexpected situation on the court. We are not sure what happened yet. The referee has left his chair and is on the court to investigate."
"Let's watch the replay."
Thanks to their rich experience in commentary over the years, Zhan Jun and Hu Litao were able to regain their sanity, but they could not conceal the shock and worry on their faces at all.
"In fact, this ball should be an opportunity. Gao Wen quickly stopped and turned, then took small steps to adjust his position and prepare to attack, but..."
"ah."
"I didn't keep my footing..."
"My knees were a little weak and not completely straight, so my center of gravity was unbalanced..."
"This is a chronic problem on hard courts because the court has no cushioning force. The impact of sudden turns and stops on the knees is very fierce. Once the knees become weak and cannot provide sufficient support, the entire movement will be unbalanced."
"oh……"
"This fall was very serious. Although Gao Wen dropped his racket immediately and rolled over to protect himself, his right ankle was still sprained."
“Oh my god.”
After Zhan Jun said it, he realized that he could not control his exclamation, which is a situation that should be avoided as much as possible during the commentary process.
But this scene before my eyes...
Hu Litao fully understood, took a deep breath, and quickly covered for his partner.
"I suggest that the US Open organizing committee stop broadcasting this scene. It is a visual shock and the audience should not see it."
"but."
"Gawain, uh, Gawain is sitting on the ground holding his ankle. He can't stand up on his own. Uh, the situation is a bit bad."
difficult!
Very very difficult!
Even if you are just watching this scene, you can't help but feel heartbroken and unable to breathe. You can't even imagine the pain the person involved is going through.
“…Medical staff have arrived.”
"Gao Wen stood up again with the help of the referee and medical staff, but he didn't dare to touch the ground with his right leg."
Shocked. Stunned. Panic. Fearful. Uneasy. Nervous.
All kinds of emotions spread in Arthur Ashe Stadium. Although the sun was still shining brightly, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a thick shadow.
Zhan Jun's heart was beating wildly. He barely regained his sense of shock and continued to remain professional, trying to fill the silence and shock at the scene with sound.
"This... situation is difficult. It's really, really difficult."
"Just two weeks ago, Kovan had a first-grade abdominal muscle strain in Toronto. There were still many doubts before the start of the US Open. People were worried that Kovan might not be able to catch up with this year's US Open because of the injury and might miss this year's title defense."
"But in the end, Gawain caught up."
"For the fans, it's a miracle."
"Although he hasn't recovered to his best form, in the first two rounds, including today's match, Gao Wen still showed his competitive spirit. He slowly found his feel for the game, gradually adapted to the court and the competition, and improved his competitiveness in defending the title."
"However……"
Zhan Jun let out a light breath and looked at Gawain who had his head buried in a towel on the court. The medical staff were diagnosing Gawain's right leg. Just this scene was enough to make people breathless. This was the second time they had seen this scene in less than half a month.
It is never easy to see a player get injured at any time, and even though they understand that this is part of competitive sports, they still can't bear it.
What's more, this happened to Gawain for the second time in such a short time and at such a close distance. The feeling was indescribable.
Zhan Jun just had a bitter taste in his mouth, he himself didn't realize it, his voice was slightly choked, an indescribable emotion just surged up.
"The fact is, this year's US Open is... unusual and very strange."
"Yesterday, the young American player Jack Sock was like this. Due to the extremely high temperature, he suffered severe cramps on the court and couldn't even stand on his own. He was almost carried off the court by medical staff. If he continued to play, his life would be in danger. He had to choose to withdraw."
"This is not the first or second time. So far, there have been 14 players who have retired from the US Open in the past five days."
"The high temperatures this year are a severe challenge for every player. Murray and Nadal also experienced very difficult matches, and now this scene is happening again."
"…It's difficult. All of this is really too difficult."
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As he spoke, Zhan Jun couldn't help but close his eyes. Continuing to stare at Gao Wen was a kind of torture.
In the players' box.
Jiang Yanyun turned her head away and hid behind Gao Hongli. She didn't dare to look directly at him. Even a glance from the corner of her eye could easily destroy all her defenses. She couldn't control herself even though she used all her strength. Her fingertips trembled so badly that she couldn't even clench into a fist.
Then, Jiang Yanyun saw Pu Lan.
Plan had also stood up, with her fingers crossed, just staring at the court quietly, her eyes fixed on it, holding her breath, as if all the energy in the world was pouring down towards the center of the court; she straightened her back slightly, and even though her shoulders were trembling slightly, she still held her head high and her chest out.
Strong. Resolute. Determined.
Jiang Yanyun's eyes turned red, and tears blurred her vision. She took a deep breath, sat up straight again, left Gao Hongli's back, and looked at the court again. At a glance, she saw Gao Wen bandaging his ankle. The medical staff protected the ankle with a white bandage.
Layer after layer.
Layer after layer.
The entire ankle is thickly wrapped.
Jiang Yanyun's heart felt like it was being torn apart. This was the second time this had happened in such a short period of time. She really couldn't bear it and couldn't bear to watch it.
But Gawain needs her, doesn't he?
Even she was already like this, let alone Gawain who had endured all the pain and frustration? She couldn't be weak.
Jiang Yanyun bravely straightened his chest and turned to look at Pu Lan. On that young and tender face, his eyes were filled with tears and there was an indomitable belief in moving forward.
So, Jiang Yanyun gently patted Pulan's shoulder, the two exchanged glances, and then Jiang Yanyun said, "This is not the end yet."
Pulan was slightly stunned, and then a smile blossomed on the corner of his mouth -
He, they, are still fighting.
Buzz.
Buzz buzz buzz.
Arthur Ashe Stadium was filled with turmoil and noise. After a brief period of silence and anxiety, someone finally spoke up.
listen.
The sound of the wind brought a blood-boiling roar, like a spark, but in the blink of an eye it spread throughout the entire venue with the force of a prairie fire.
What they were calling out was not Gawain's name, but -
“Keep-fighting, keep-pounding.”
(End of this chapter)