Chapter 466: Thunderous Thunder
Push the ground! Jump! Pull up onions from dry land!
Swing! High pressure! Thunderous force!
Djokovic showed courage and grit.
Even though the direction of his high-pressure ball was guessed, he knew that temporarily changing the hitting line would easily lead to mistakes. Instead of changing his mind at the last minute, it is better to go all out.
Then, Djokovic obviously increased his strength, smashing the ball hard, heavily, and with all his strength, and a thunderous sound came to his ears.
Bang.
Clean and neat, the crisp sound of the whole hitting can make people realize that Djokovic has fully exerted his strength. The tennis ball turned into a long streamline, as if the tail was still above Djokovic, but the front end had already rushed towards Gawain with great momentum.
The sound waves are rolling.
Tap, tap, Gawain instinctively adjusted his stance with small steps. He looked at the raging waves rushing towards him without dodging. Not only did he not dodge, but his feet found their position and camped on the ground like tree roots. He completed the backhand swing with both hands early -
It is not a complete racket draw with active force, but a force exerted from the side by relying on the turning movement to hit the front, with the body muscles completely tensed to the extreme.
A kick. A bump.
Before the tennis ball arrived, Gawain had already taken the lead, and then—
Mars hits the Earth! Gao Wen could feel the mighty and vigorous force engulfing him, but the strength of his heels, calves, and thighs was completely rooted in the ground. With a turn and a push, he completed the shot with a two-handed backhand in the burst of slightly trembling muscle power.
A push block.
The upper body is pushed forward along with the force of the rotation, and then the forearms are swung quickly, completely straightening from the arms to the wrists, ensuring that the force is transmitted in a straight line even in the face of a huge impact. An unparalleled force erupts from the depths of the dantian.
Ah! The body rushed forward! The arms pushed forward! Ah! The arms accelerated, and the entire racket head speed increased to the extreme. After completing the hit, the racket still did not stop swinging. A super big loop of the hitting action made the racket stay above the head. The body could not stop rushing forward because of the smooth force action.
Ah! Ah! With a roar from the depths of the soul, the tennis ball disappeared.
Only a residual image was left in the air, and the position of the tennis ball could not be captured. Only a vague shadow was flying straight along the sideline.
Huh.
In an instant, the whole audience held their breath, and time seemed to freeze.
Djokovic had not had time to recover from his high-pressure ball action as gravity pulled his body downward; the five-star red flag above the stadium stands was fluttering in the wind.
The audience sitting in the first row of the stands opened their mouths wide, not caring at all about the danger of mosquitoes flying in; Qiao Wangsheng in front of the TV had his heart stopped beating, staring at the screen intently, and even forgot about twisting and tangling his hands.
In the player's box, Jiang Yanyun didn't dare to watch and covered his eyes with his hands, but he couldn't help it and could only quietly find the position of the tennis ball through his fingers; the media center was silent, and the chattering of the commentators had all disappeared, as if even breathing had been forgotten.
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Only a slight breeze was blowing.
Then, the tennis ball reappeared, straight and accurate, landing on a ball just inside the right sideline of Djokovic Court, one step away from the baseline.
The linesman quickly clasped his hands together and made a bounds gesture with a determined look.
In!
Boom! In an instant, the magic of time was lifted, and the whole world returned to normal. An incredible surge of passion was released collectively, and the Arthur Ashe Stadium fell into madness and became a blazing sea of fire.
“…Win?”
Zhan Jun looked at the small screen, not believing his eyes. He murmured something, and then tears suddenly filled his eyes.
Victory, achieved! In the first Grand Slam tournament of his career, Gawain faced the world No. 1 Djokovic in the semifinals, defeating one of the Big Four with an unparalleled performance, breaking the history created by McEnroe that year and marching into the final stage of the 2014 US Open.
Winner.
“Ouch!”
On the court, Gawain raised his right fist high and tightly, his eyes shining with unparalleled brilliance, and then he pounded his chest heavily and let out a wolf howl——
Even though he had no world ranking two months ago, even though this was his first regular ATP tournament in his career, even though he was facing the world's number one player, even though he was facing a player who was likely to become the best in history, even though he was standing on the Grand Slam semi-final stage for the first time, even though everyone in the world was not optimistic about him...
So what? This was his battle! A long-awaited battle! A battle to challenge his limits and break through himself! A battle he had always dreamed of! He had never wavered or doubted, and he was determined to fight to the very end, even if he had to burn out the last bit of energy in his soul!
Even if he faces the whole world alone, there is nothing to be afraid of.
It’s not about winning, but about being able to walk away with your head held high after the game is over, regardless of winning or losing!
He refused to leave any regrets.
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So, he won!
Turning around, Gawain penetrated the dazzling light of the entire stadium, looked at his father and mother in the players' box, and beat his chest again and again.
Today, he held nothing back!
“Ouch!”
Watching this scene, Gu Xiao could no longer control his tears and burst into tears like a child, but the smile on his face bloomed wildly, and then he followed Gawain in howling like a wolf.
In front of the TV, Qiao Wangsheng's knees went weak and he fell to the ground, staring at the small screen and howling like a madman. His body trembled uncontrollably. That joy, happiness, ease, and freedom instantly opened up all the pores in his body, as if he was freely roaming and dancing under the vast blue sea and sky.
Then--
“Ouch!”
The Arthur Ashe Stadium also emitted a wolf howl, not only where the five-star red flag was, but in all directions and every corner.
Gao Wen, the 19-year-old young player, conquered the audience with an unparalleled match. The passionate and exciting battle easily ignited the blood of the audience.
No one is exempt from this.
Some people are still sad about Djokovic's elimination. The regret and sorrow make people retreat into darkness, but no one can deny Gawain's wonderful performance, which is precisely the most moving and beautiful part of competitive sports. So -
Let us sincerely applaud the winner and give sincere praise to the loser. In this wonderful game that will go down in history, there may be only one winner but no loser.
“Ouch!”
Then, the shouts and applause merged into one, and after the game, the audience finally gave Gawain the support and cheers that were supposed to go to him, and the echoes and waves of sound resounded in the Arthur Ashe Stadium.
Lasts forever!
(End of this chapter)