Roar!
Roar!
Roar!
The O2 Stadium gave out a uniform shout, like the roar of a military commander. It was not explosive, and even a little depressing, but it compressed all the energy and stirred in the roof in the form of rolling thunder. The natural echo effect of the indoor stadium accumulated layer by layer.
Roaring, wandering.
These cheers were not for Gawain or Djokovic who had already left, but for the new guest who had just appeared on the stage.
A petite blonde lady.
She is over fifty years old and her height is not even up to Gawain's chest. Standing next to Gawain, she forms a sharp contrast, as cute as a Barbie doll. However, her short golden hair reveals a bit of rebelliousness in this lady. The white T-shirt and white suit highlight her professional woman's demeanor.
If someone judges people by appearance and underestimates the lady in front of him because of her height, then he is really blind to the truth.
Sue-Barker.
A professional tennis commentator for the BBC, she has been active in the commentary world for thirty years, and even Sampras "grew up as a player" under her watch.
Moreover, the special thing about this professional commentator is that she has won the trust of Wimbledon with her rigor and professionalism, and has become Wimbledon's exclusive professional Centre Court interview host. She is responsible for hosting a large number of formal occasions at Wimbledon, and has become one of Wimbledon's official media spokespersons, accompanying Wimbledon through ups and downs, and has even become a part of this centenary event.
Now, Sue Buck has been hailed as the face and voice of Wimbledon, a spokesperson of sorts.
From tournament organizers to players to spectators, everyone loves Sue Buck. Her rigorous yet humorous, professional yet gentle image is deeply rooted in people's hearts.
This year, the ATP year-end finals specially invited Sue Buck to the O2 Arena to be responsible for the post-match on-site interviews, which shows that the ATP attaches great importance to it.
This move also received a positive response from the audience.
The cheers in front of us are the best proof.
It wasn't until Buck and Gawain finished their preparations that the scene erupted in cheers again and then quieted down, leaving some space for post-match interviews.
Sue Buck smiled. "Congratulations, Gao Wen, congratulations on winning the game. How do you feel now?"
Gao Wen stood in front of the microphone and nodded slightly, "A little jealous. God, who can not be jealous of Su Buck."
A joke made the whole audience burst into laughter.
Buck's mouth corners also rose, "You've won everything, but you can't have it all, right?"
A little teasing and counterattack, this is Buck's style. With the restraint and humor unique to the British upper class, he won laughter again.
Then, Buck continued the interview, "Last year, you won the opportunity to play at the O2 Arena in your first year of your professional career, but unfortunately lost to today's opponent Novak in the semi-finals; this year, you advanced to the semi-finals at the O2 Arena for the second consecutive year and faced the same opponent in the same round."
"This time, you won, so how do you feel now?"
Gawain shrugged slightly, "Thank God, the game is finally over."
That exaggerated expression and tone instantly made the entire audience burst into laughter, including Buck.
Gao Wen also raised a smile, and then added, "You know, Novak is a great player..."
Buck shook his head gently, "No, my first question is over. You don't have to add anything. We all know what you mean."
Haha, hahaha.
Seeing Gao Wen with his hands spread out with an innocent look on his face, the O2 Stadium was completely filled with laughter.
Buck paused slightly. "I know. Of course I know. This was a very tough and close game. As a spectator, I don't want the game to end. But I can understand that as players, you have tried your best."
Gao Wen raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "You've said everything I wanted to say, so why don't we just end it like this."
The small collisions between you and me spark sparks.
At this time, you can see the smile in Buck's eyes. She doesn't mind. "We all know what this game means, but I know you don't want to discuss the competition for the world's number one at the end of the year. After all, there will be a fierce battle in the press conference after the game. I also know you don't want to discuss the opponent of the next game. After all, Roger and Rafa are watching you from behind."
Ha!
It was hilarious.
This includes Gao Wen.
Buck was completely at ease in such an occasion. "What I want to discuss now is your age. Congratulations, Gawain, you are twenty years old today."
The topic is really full of twists and turns.
Just as Gawain was about to respond, he heard the sound of paper fireworks exploding behind him, and Buck raised his hands in a gesture.
Reflexively, Gawain turned his head and looked over -
A giant cake.
Two caddies pushed a small cart with a giant cake on it.
Although Gao Wen had no knowledge of cake sizes, the cake looked to be at least thirty inches, as big as a small table, with two birthday candles in the middle, "2" and "0".
Next to the cart, there were four caddies who were escorting the "aircraft carrier" forward like a guard, clapping and singing.
"Happy birthday to you!"
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Gawain turned to look at Buck, and couldn't believe his eyes. This was a surprise, a carefully prepared surprise, and happiness instantly filled his chest.
Buck's smile also fully blossomed, and he sang "Happy Birthday" along.
On his 20th birthday, Gawain defeated Djokovic at the O2 Arena and advanced to the final match of the ATP Finals for the first time in his career. Sue Buck prepared a surprise party for him to celebrate his special birthday in front of 20,000 spectators.
Without a doubt, this is the most special birthday in Gawain's life.
Subconsciously, Gawain turned his head and looked towards the players' box.
Tobias kept his mouth shut and didn't reveal a single word.
In the players' box, all members of Gawain's team stood up. Tobias laughed particularly happily, and Sampras whistled and cheered.
Pert, who usually didn't show much expression, looked around and raised his hands high, but he couldn't sing "Happy Birthday". It was definitely not because he was tone-deaf, but he thought that Gawain's birthday should be a little special. "Happy Birthday" was really too ordinary, too common and too simple.
"Fight!"
Pelt shouted.
This, he thought, was the right way to celebrate Gawain's birthday.
Agassi turned his head and looked at Pelt. Pelt was a little embarrassed and tried to hide his embarrassment, but he didn't expect that Plan's voice came from the side.
"Fight!"
Jiang Yanyun laughed heartily, nodded repeatedly, then nudged Gao Hongli with his shoulder. They also joined in and shouted loudly.
One sound, then another, and in the blink of an eye they gathered together, taking over the second half of "Happy Birthday" and lingering over the O2 arena for a long time.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
This is Gawain.