Chapter 332: Passionate
Run! Run! Run at full speed! Gawain ran forward like he was thrown into a washing machine. After a slight flick of his wrist, he still dared not let his guard down. In the midst of the earth-shaking tremor, he barely managed to control his center of gravity and immediately followed Isner's footsteps to move sideways, ready to block the net again.
In an instant, all the sunlight from all over the world gathered together, as if standing at the center of the earth.
Then, Gawain saw the tennis ball fall to the ground and make two jumps. Although Isner was still running, he could not change the result.
Ah! Gawain raised his hands high, threw his racket into the air, and then held his head, eyes wide open in disbelief.
Win?
Did he really win? Did he beat the 13th seed Isner at a Grand Slam?
He, advanced? "Ah! Ahhhh!"
Gawain clenched his fists, releasing all his emotions without reservation. His eyes seemed to be filled with the sunshine of the whole world. Happiness blossomed wantonly, like the roar of a lion. The thunder created huge waves in the Arthur Ashe Stadium, and the ripples spread rapidly.
History was born!
"We win! We win, we win!"
Zhan Jun cheered in disbelief.
Hu Litao's eyes also had slightly reddened, because of this victory, and more because of the defeated opponent and the way of victory, everything was incredibly beautiful.
"In the 2014 U.S. Open, the 18-year-old young player Gao Wen made history. He became the first male tennis player in the history of the Chinese mainland to win a Grand Slam tournament. He finally broke the shackles and wrote history."
"It is worth mentioning that this young player had no world ranking two months ago, but now, not only has he entered the top 200 in the world, but he also defeated the 13th seed Isner at the Arthur Ashe Stadium. It's unbelievable! Incredible!"
"The final score was '3:1'. Against Isner, Gawain won three tie-breaks. Although he was unable to break Isner's serve throughout the match, he still advanced to the second round with three tie-breaks."
"The match lasted a total of three hours and 43 minutes. It was a fierce battle and a very severe test for players from both sides."
"However, Gao Wen won the final victory and won the ticket to the second round."
It's gone crazy in the studio.
The TV station and the program crew had no idea that they just wanted to record the historic moment when Gowen stepped onto the Arthur Ashe Stadium, but he actually won?
Actually won!
The front-line live broadcast team in the media center went completely crazy. They hugged each other, high-fived, cheered, and jumped in disbelief, using all their strength to express their joy.
At the same time, Arthur Ashe Stadium finally came to its senses.
Isner lost.
The first shocking upset of the second day of the 2014 US Open happened in this way, which was totally unexpected.
If you just hear from others that Isner was eliminated by a young player ranked 193rd in the world, the first reaction in your mind would be that Isner's ankle injury has not healed yet and his performance in this game was mediocre; but the audience who witnessed the whole process on the spot would know that Isner's performance was already very good, it's just that his opponent's performance was even better.
There was some scattered applause.
There was no thunderous applause in the huge stadium. The audience obviously had not yet come to their senses. They were all lamenting Isner's defeat and had completely forgotten to send blessings to the winner. Only a small number of the audience still applauded for this wonderful match.
However, among the audience who left the venue one after another, Jiang Yanyun and Gao Hongli stood straight.
Tears welled up in my eyes but I kept smiling.
They were clapping, clapping firmly and enthusiastically, their hearts beating wildly in their chests almost bursting, and the gurgling and boiling blood was enough to burn their souls.
Behind a victory, there is so much more.
And they are not alone.
Gu Xiao also stood up, Qiao Wangsheng also stood up, Jiang Yanqing also stood up...
At this moment, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, the fans who were watching the live game in front of their TVs and computer screens all stood up unable to contain their emotions.
From the U.S. Championship to the Challenge Tournament to the Grand Slam, they followed Gao Wen's footsteps, moving forward step by step, growing bit by bit, until tonight they witnessed Gao Wen's breakthrough of the zero win record of Chinese male players in the Grand Slam with a wonderful performance.
Everything is too beautiful, too beautiful to be real.
“Ahhh! Ahhhh!”
Qiao Wangsheng was so engrossed in venting the emotions surging in his chest that he forgot himself. Then the neighbor next door knocked heavily on the wall.
"It's so noisy! What time is it? You don't have to go to work tomorrow!"
Then Qiao Wangsheng realized that he couldn't help shouting out loud, completely forgetting that it was almost four o'clock in the morning in China.
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Qiao Wangsheng covered his mouth, but the emotion and happiness in his eyes were still surging. He stared at the computer screen, his mind full of Gao Wen's blooming smile: Maybe, they can look forward to it.
It was still afternoon on the east coast across the Pacific Ocean, the golden sunshine was shining brightly, and Gawain's smile bloomed with confidence.
Even though the audience had already started to leave, it did not affect Gao Wen's good mood. He waved his fist towards his player box and shouted loudly,
"Mom, I won the game!"
Faintly, one could see Jiang Yanyun laughing happily.
Turning around, Gawain saw Isner walking towards him. He took off his hat, his cheeks flushed as if he had just come out of a sauna, and gave Gawain a polite smile.
"What are you talking about?"
“I told my mom I won.”
"Ha ha."
Isner laughed heartily and gave Gawain a big hug. "Congratulations! You had a great performance today!"
"It was a wonderful game, the better team won, but there are no losers in this game." Gao Wen was sincere, and then added, "Oh, by the way, I'm sorry about the last stage of the game."
Isner waved his hands, "It's not your fault."
Isner then moved a little closer to Gawain and said in a low voice, "Just a reminder, the matches in New York are always like this. It's the noisiest in the four Grand Slams. There will definitely be many similar situations in the future. Even if you have experienced it, it will still be unbearable. I have seen Novak get irritated by the noise of the audience."
Gao Wen was a little surprised. He didn't expect Isner to share these experiences with him. He expressed his gratitude repeatedly and said, "I pray that I won't meet the host players again in the next round."
The witty answer made Isner laugh happily.
Isner then patted Gao Wen on the shoulder and said, "I like your jersey. It reminds me of my college days."
(End of this chapter)