Chapter 1828 is not the end

Torment.

For Jiang Yanyun, this was indeed a torment, and she couldn't bear to watch any further.

Every time she got injured, she kept telling herself that this was the price of competitive sports. If she was going to feel distressed over a minor injury or illness, it would be better to give up the idea of ​​a career as soon as possible and choose another way out.

But... that was her child. She watched the child grow up little by little before her eyes, from a toddler to a full-fledged adult.

She understood the truth, but she still couldn't bear it.

Jiang Yanyun did not shift her gaze and forced herself to look at Gao Wen on the court. Her child had his back to the court and was using all his strength to stay calm. He was sweating profusely as if he had just been fished out of the water. Even though he was just standing there, the muscles in his right calf were still trembling slightly.

Involuntarily, my vision became blurred.

Jiang Yanyun quickly lowered her head to wipe away her tears, trying frantically to hide her embarrassment. She couldn't let Gao Wen see this scene, otherwise Gao Wen would be distracted.

However--

A figure nearby stood up, waved his arms vigorously to make an "X" gesture, and kept pulling his forearms back and forth.

"Withdraw."

He said.

Jiang Yanyun turned his head and saw Gao Hongli's stern face. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he still revealed a hint of severity.

Normally, Gao Hongli is always the calmer and more rational one. No matter if he is injured or encounters setbacks, Gao Hongli always believes that Gao Wen should be allowed to break through and explore on his own. Only in this way can he grow up.

But today, Gao Hongli couldn't stand it anymore——

Defending the title, so what? World No. 1, so what? Grand Slam champions, youth storm, global business market development opportunities, etc., so what?

Even if all the pressure of the world is borne on Gawain's shoulders, so what?

He doesn't care.

The only thing he hoped for was that Gawain was healthy. Nothing was worth exchanging his life and happiness for. Moreover, Gawain had tried hard. He fought, he tried, he persisted, and that was enough.

First I strained my abdominal muscles, and then I sprained my ankle. The universe is sending me a signal that maybe I should stop this year, because there is still a long way to go in the future.

Occasionally, they should also learn to give up, otherwise, they will easily break if they are too rigid.

“Withdraw from the competition!”

Gao Hongli was very determined and gestured to Gao Wen on the court.

Even if the whole world stood against Gao Wen and condemned Gao Wen's decision to withdraw from the competition, so what? He, Gao Hongli, was willing to take all the responsibility. It was he who made Gao Wen withdraw from the competition.

"Hongli!"

Jiang Yanyun was so surprised that he couldn't help but call out.

Gao Hongli was a little angry.

"The kid is already injured like this, why should he still fight? If he loses this game, will it be the end of the world?"

"I don't believe it."

Then Gao Hongli looked at Tobias.

"Can you contact Gao Wen? Or the referee, or the medical staff, and ask them to tell Gao Wen to withdraw from the game and say that I said so."

For once in a blue moon, Gao Hongli got angry.

There was silence in the players' box, and no one dared to respond to Gao Hongli directly.

The air was slightly tense.

"I support that."

Someone spoke up. It was Sampras.

Sampras took a deep breath. He could feel everyone's gaze. He thought for a moment, then nodded, expressing his affirmation again.

"Let's withdraw from the competition."

They should not rush for the present, after all, there is still a long way to go.

Before this year's US Open, the impact of various pressures and unexpected events was so severe and stressful that they also felt burdened with a heavy burden.

But if we calm down, put aside all off-field factors, return to the game itself and the players themselves, the correct answer is already in front of us.

Gao Hongli looked at the court again——

Gao Wen had returned to the baseline and looked up at the players' box. Gao Hongli immediately made a gesture and spoke with his mouth.

“Withdraw from the competition!”

"There's no need to keep insisting. You don't have to prove yourself anymore."

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

The sun is scorching and the air is boiling.

The director of Arthur Ashe Stadium noticed this scene, immediately captured the movement in Gao Wen's player box, and switched the screen.

Then, the whole world watched this scene live.

Zhan Jun took a deep breath.

"Just now, Gao Wen's father, Mr. Gao Hongli, made a gesture, which should be asking Gao Wen to withdraw from the competition."

There was some silence.

"…The situation is indeed not good."

"It's a second injury in such a short period of time. It's clear that Gao Wen's body is protesting. The hot weather in New York this year has posed a severe test."

"From a long-term perspective, it is a wise decision to withdraw from the competition."

"Maybe."

Zhan Jun's words were a little difficult.

"Maybe Gawain should withdraw from the competition."

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Zhan Jun and Hu Litao both knew the storm that Gao Wen's withdrawal might bring. After all, they had seen it once seven years ago. Everything before their eyes was so familiar, as if a cycle was happening again.

But this time, they didn't want Gawain to make the same mistake again.

Perhaps, the only thing they can do is to relieve some of Gao Wen’s pressure by giving objective advice and rational analysis as commentators.

Hu Litao understood, he understood everything.

Exhaling lightly, he also offered help to Zhan Jun.

"Of course, Gawain doesn't want to withdraw from the competition."

"He has been trying and persisting, but his physical condition really can't sustain it, so choosing to withdraw is actually a wiser decision."

Withdrawal? Gao Wen saw it.

Has he ever thought about it?

Of course, and more than once or twice.

What should be considered in the long run, why there is no need to stick to one game, why injuries are more important than anything else, and why the first thing to extend your career is to stay healthy...

He understands all the principles.

He also wanted to withdraw from the competition, everything would be much simpler.

But the thing is, life isn’t that simple, and neither is competitive sports, right?

In fact, Gao Wen was not worried about the off-field factors and pressure, nor was he worried about the reactions of fans and sponsors. He was just thinking about the game.

He wanted to try again.

On the one hand, he didn't want to exit this tournament as the defending champion.

On the other hand, he didn't want to give up easily, he just wanted to fight one more time.

This is how he has been walking all along——

Live your life again, give it your all, and leave no regrets.

After all, in this life, everything is a bonus. He is not greedy and is very satisfied, so he will enjoy every day to the fullest.

It was so in the past, it is so now, and it will continue to be so in the future.

He still wants to give it a try.

Looking up, Gawain could see the faces in the players' box. Instead of feeling depressed or lost, a smile appeared on his face.

Gao Wen saluted toward the players' box and then walked back to the baseline.

“Huh!”

Hu Litao's voice paused slightly and he took a breath.

Zhan Jun was also very surprised, and without realizing it, his voice became a little hoarse.

"Gawain wasn't ready to retire. He, he went back to the baseline and was ready to serve again."

"Gawain is still prepared to give it a try."

"Just like the match against Tsonga in Toronto, just like in Melbourne at the beginning of the year, then Roland Garros, and then Wimbledon, Kovan is still the same Kovan, and he is ready to keep fighting."

“It may be difficult, it may be hopeless, and the outcome may still be contrary to his wishes even after fighting to the end, but he is still prepared to stand and fight to the end.”

In the Arthur Ashe Stadium, the sun is still shining brightly, so bright that it makes people dizzy.

The game score was "0:2", and the small score was "15:40", on the edge of the cliff.

(End of this chapter)