Chapter 480 Final Stage

Plop.

Plop.

I had just finished a simple warm-up and I could clearly feel the strong force of my heart hitting my chest. A conflicting emotion mixed with nervousness and excitement, expectation and uneasiness was rolling in my stomach, so that my muscles seemed to tense up slightly, and I couldn't help but take deep breaths again.

finals.

When I was actually standing in the tunnel of the Arthur Ashe Stadium, ready to go on the court, the sense of reality came over me. It was both incredible and exciting:

After the U.S. Championships, I sprinted all the way to the U.S. Open, constantly challenging my limits and breaking through myself, looking forward to releasing all my passion on the Grand Slam stage; but I didn't expect that I would eventually make it to the finals. Everything seemed unreal, and happiness and joy swelled up in my chest.

The dream that was once out of reach, now seems to be able to feel the warmth and brilliance at my fingertips.

Thump! Thump! The heart beat even harder, as if it would burst through the restraints in my chest in the next second. When I came to the final stage, the atmosphere and state were different after all, and my mood was naturally different. My thoughts were full of emotions and continued to roll.

In fact, Gawain knew that the final was different after all, just as he said to Tobias, in a tennis match, only the final was special, because there was only one championship trophy in a tournament, and all the matches before the final were to fight for advancement to the final, while the final was to fight for the championship, and the whole nature was different.

Naturally, the pressure of the finals is completely different from the pressure of other competitions and there is no comparison at all.

But when he really felt the burning sensation of nervousness and anticipation churning in his stomach, Gao Wen realized that even if he was reborn, he would not be invincible. After all, he was still an ordinary person, and faced with the opportunity to win a Grand Slam title, he would inevitably become anxious and worried.

Until this moment, the weight of the word "Grand Slam" has become more significant than ever. Among the current players in the entire professional tennis world, only six male players can win the Grand Slam championship, including the four giants as well as Del Potro and Wawrinka, the championship gold cup that countless players dream of and pursue but never have the chance to touch.

And now, they will start the ultimate battle for this championship trophy.

call……

Gawain stood there and began to shake his hands and feet, trying to relax his muscles, but he immediately realized that there was a little caddy standing next to him, so he quickly restrained his movements and turned to look at the little guy next to him -

In the final, both players will appear on the court accompanied by caddies.

Only then did Gawain realize that the kid beside him was also extremely nervous, his eyes staring ahead anxiously, his body subconsciously leaning towards Gawain's position, but had to keep some distance because of Gawain's warm-up exercises. He slightly raised his left hand in an attempt to grab the corner of Gawain's clothes, but he couldn't, and then just hung stiffly in the air.

Gao Wen felt a little warm in his heart and grasped the little boy's left hand.

The kid raised his head reflexively, only to find that Gawain was too tall. His neck almost broke, but he still couldn't see him. He lost his balance and stumbled back a small step.

Gawain grabbed his left hand and pulled it back, then quickly squatted down and opened his left arm to protect the little boy. As a result, the little boy still bumped into Gawain's arm a little awkwardly and rubbed his nose embarrassedly. The naive look made Gawain's mouth corners couldn't help but rise slightly.

Gawain thought for a moment, looked up at Cilic who was standing not far behind him, then leaned close to the little boy's ear and whispered in a low voice.

"I'll tell you a secret. I'm actually very nervous."

The little boy opened his eyes wide, his blue eyes filled with surprise, "How is this possible?"

Gao Wen nodded slightly to show his affirmation, and put his index finger on his lips to make a "hush" gesture. He glanced at Cilic standing behind him and said, "I don't want to expose myself."

The little boy turned his head to look at Cilic, then quickly turned his head back and covered his mouth with his hands to indicate that he was "sealed", and his fluttering eyes also became lively.

The smile in Gao Wen's eyes also surged, "Go on stage later and wave to the audience. We can help each other. What do you think?"

The little boy nodded happily, a smile creeping up his brows.

Then--

At 5:05 p.m. local time, the 2014 US Open men's singles final officially kicked off, with the finalists Gao Wen and Cilic appearing one after another.

The audience's attention was all on the two players. Only the live broadcast photographer noticed something was wrong with the caddy next to Gao Wen. He was like a robot, showing a mechanical smile, and then waving continuously, taking care of the entire court at 180 degrees. Even when the players, referees, and caddies were taking photos together, he kept the same posture and smile.

It's so hilarious.

Before the caddy left the court, Gawain high-fived the little caddy. Only a few spectators could see the little boy skipping away from the court, feeling very happy. Gawain, who was staring at the caddy's back, smiled slightly, and his tense heartstrings slowly relaxed.

Instead of focusing on wins and losses and championships, it’s better to enjoy the game.

Two weeks ago, Gawain didn't expect to be on the final stage, nor did he expect to be in the Arthur Ashe Stadium under the global spotlight.

Looking up and looking at the court in front of him, Gawain was actually not unfamiliar with it. As luck would have it, this was already his fifth game at the center court, while Cilic was only entering the center court for the second time. But today, the court seemed to be a little different.

In the evening, the sky is full of sunset glow, and the gorgeous and magnificent purple-red halo is scattered all over the sky and the ground. The outline of the top of the stadium is inlaid with a golden edge. The cool breeze blows, and the heat slowly settles. Without the heat and dullness of the afternoon, it seems that this is a suitable time for the game.

Well, let the battle begin, he can't wait.

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"CCTV, CCTV..."

“This is ESPN…”

"This is Sky TV..."

"This is Fuji TV..."

"…Welcome to the final match of the last Grand Slam of 2014, the men's singles final…"

"...the two teams are Marin Cilic from Croatia..."

"... and Gao Wen from China. This final lineup was obviously something no one could have predicted two weeks ago..."

"Gao Wen entered the main draw directly with a wild card from the United States Tennis Association. He is currently ranked 193rd in the world..."

"...On his way to the final, he defeated Isner, Bolelli, Kyrgios, Wawrinka, Nishikori and Djokovic, including four players ranked in the top 15 in the world, and two of this year's Grand Slam champions, which is full of gold..."

Rustling.

Rustling.

The radio waves are intertwined, covering the entire globe, and the bustling heat wave can't wait to spread.

(End of this chapter)