Winner!

After a long time, Zhang Ze finally realized this matter, but it still didn't feel real, and he couldn't even feel happy. He couldn't help but doubt it.

Did he really win? However, the faces in front of him were clenching their fists and cheering wildly, celebrating their victory with their whole bodies, reminding him again and again of the reality of this matter.

Slowly, the sense of reality flows into the limbs.

...won...?

Winner.

Just like his first round match against Hewitt at the Australian Open at the beginning of the year, Zhang Ze fought for five sets and a full four hours and fifteen minutes of tug-of-war, seizing the third match point to defeat Rosol. Although this was not the first time Zhang Ze defeated a player ranked higher than himself, every time was different.

This is the Davis Cup.

Moreover, this is the Davis Cup World Group play-offs.

Zhang Ze scored a crucial point for Huaxia, which was also a point worth a thousand gold. This victory was more precious than any other game.

It is different, it is different after all, that mood and that feeling are mixed and blended together.

“Ahhhh!”

"Brother Ze, Brother Ze! From today on, you are my brother!"

"We win, we win!"

"Good job."

"Nice, nice win."

Faces, eyes and shouts surrounded Zhang Ze. Then Zhang Ze finally realized that he was at the bottom of the stack. His chest felt heavy and he let out a wail. He slapped the group of people in front of him and expressed his strong protest with his actions.

Zhang Ze was in a state of confusion as to what happened next.

Finally I stood up, shook hands after the game, thanked the referee, and finally returned to the dugout. I had no time to feel tired or think. It was not until I sat down again that I began to lose strength. The aches and fatigue came over me like a tide, almost suffocating me.

However, the sense of reality gradually became clear.

Then, a smile gently rose up at the corners of his mouth, and the joy and pride he felt were beyond description.

A simple, pure, intense feeling...of happiness.

Yes, just happy.

Although there are many other things besides these, it is pure happiness, just like climbing a high mountain, going through untold hardships, and almost despairing and almost giving up, but then the sky suddenly becomes bright and you finally reach the top of the mountain, looking down on all the other mountains, and the whole world spreads out under your feet.

That's the kind of happiness.

Look up.

Zhang Ze saw Gao Wen preparing to appear on stage.

Gawain gave him a thumbs up, a smile on his face, he didn't say anything, but his eyes were so bright, full of trust.

Some strength was gathered again in his originally dry body. Zhang Ze also gave Gao Wen a thumbs up and laughed heartily.

Gawain mouthed silently, "My turn."

In just one sentence, it was such a simple one, but Zhang Ze could feel so much -

He fought hard and achieved victory under extremely difficult and bad circumstances.

After yesterday's game, the team's morale hit rock bottom.

Because Zhang Ze failed to fight for a victory against the sluggish Vesely, and because the doubles match was entangled in the end but still failed, he missed opportunity after opportunity.

The problem was that they didn't have many chances to waste, and the Czech team without Berdych was too strong for them.

Then, they were already standing on the edge of a cliff with no way out.

Involuntarily, they began to blame themselves and doubt themselves. Was this still not the best opportunity? Would they let Gao Wen down? That was not a pleasant feeling.

All hopes may be ruined by Zhang Ze's game, which came to an end unwillingly. No one wants to be a burden.

but!

He did it.

So, Gawain said, now it was his turn.

The confident Gawain, the youthful Gawain, the Gawain who shouldered the responsibility of being a leader, strode onto the court with his head held high.

"Iri!"

"Iri!"

Vesely's full name is Jiri-Vesely. He ranked first in the world in junior singles and doubles in 2011, won the ATP Best Newcomer Award in 2013, won the first championship trophy of his career in Auckland in 2015, and is currently ranked 40th in the world and is already the second singles player in the Czech Republic.

This young man, who is only 22 years old, is hailed as the new hope of the Czech Republic after Berdych.

Today, he will also shoulder the Czech Republic's hope to continue to stay in the World Group in the Davis Cup. He will step onto the court and face the ultimate life-and-death battle.

"2:2", after four games, the two teams are tied, everything will depend on the last game, which is also a showdown between the two teams' top singles.

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The suspense of victory or defeat is about to break out.

The local Czech fans made full use of their home advantage and shouted the name of the young player who was born in 1993 in unison with great momentum.

"Iri!"

Amidst the roaring sound, Gawain, holding his racket in his hand, stepped onto the court like a lone hero. The heat of the entire stadium surrounded him, but Gawain was so calm and composed, with a blank expression and no disturbance, and he would not change his face even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

Zhang Zhizhen was the first one who couldn't control himself. He stood up, clenched his fists and shouted loudly.

"Gawain!"

Although this is an away game, Gao Wen is definitely not fighting alone.

"Gawain!"

Zhang Ze, who was about to return to the gym for post-match recovery training to avoid injuries, couldn't help but stop. Looking back, he saw that everyone in the team stood up, raised their arms and cheered, and they were not afraid to make their voices heard even in front of a packed home crowd.

Zhang Ze also turned around completely, facing the court, and started shouting along.

"Fight!"

Not Gawain, but Fighting.

Zhang Zhizhen heard the shout, glanced at Zhang Ze, and then looked at Li Zhe and Wu Di, who was in charge of the substitutes, with passion in his eyes.

"Fight!"

They shouted in unison.

Thump, thump, my heart is pounding against my chest, I am filled with pride and passion.

Fight, blow the horn! All eyes are focused on Gawain.

As expected, all the burden fell on Gao Wen's shoulders. His performance was the core of the whole game. He could not afford to lose in his two singles matches. Any slight mistake would destroy all hope. And now Zhang Ze finally got a chance to survive, and sure enough, the opportunity came to Gao Wen.

So, under such heavy pressure, can Gao Wen perform normally?

There are more than just one or two fans.

At this moment, countless fans are sitting in front of TV screens across China, watching the live broadcast. The Davis Cup, which has never attracted any discussion or attention, has rightfully taken the top spot on the hot search list today. Not only CCTV-5, but the online live broadcast has also been fully launched.

The real-time viewership of CCTV alone has exceeded 50 million.

As for the hot search list, the real-time discussion volume has easily exceeded 200 million and is still rising.

When Zhang Ze completed an incredible game, the entire network went crazy and mad. The ratings and discussions continued to reach new highs. Finally, when Gao Wen stepped on the ball, a new energy was ignited. There was only a roar in the sight and ears.

Everything depends on Gawain.