Chapter 507: Volcanic Eruption The sky
is full of splendor and grandeur.
The atmosphere was thunderous and passionate.
Zhan Jun quietly looked at the familiar Arthur Ashe Stadium in front of him, which was bursting with incredible energy and celebrating the historical moment. All of this was because of Gawain. Uncontrollably, his vision gradually became warm and blurred, and the whole world was engulfed in splendor.
"At this year's US Open, we witnessed the cruelty of professional tennis. Peng Shuai was forced to withdraw from the women's singles semi-finals due to cramps caused by excessive physical exhaustion due to the hot weather. We witnessed the glory of professional tennis, with Serena Williams winning her 18th Grand Slam title. We also witnessed the youth storm of professional tennis, with young players led by Galen and Bencic making their debut."
"It wasn't long ago that people were wondering when the younger generation born after 1990 would be able to break the blockade of the Big Four. Raonic and Dimitrov both launched strong attacks at Wimbledon, but unfortunately the two young players lost to Djokovic and Federer respectively. We can only sigh 'the future belongs to them, but not now'."
"But now, or more precisely, this afternoon."
"The younger Gao Wen emerged. He is not only the second unseeded player to win the men's singles championship since Andre Agassi won the US Open in 1994, but also the first wild card men's singles champion in the history of the US Open."
"At the age of 18 years, nine months and 26 days, he surpassed Pete Sampras to become the youngest US Open men's singles champion in history."
"Most importantly, in all of the history of the four major championships, he is the first and only player to win a major championship in his first appearance."
"We are witnessing history! We are becoming a part of history! We are feeling the torrent of history!"
Ahhh! Ahhh! When Gawain delivered the final blow, all his emotions burst forth in an instant, and he was plunged into the mighty torrent without any chance of resistance.
Qiao Wangsheng went crazy, Jiang Yanqing went crazy, and at this moment every audience in front of the TV went crazy, cheering and shouting without thinking.
Even though I witnessed it with my own eyes, I still couldn't help but suspect that it was all just a dream.
Qiao Wangsheng placed his right hand on his chest, feeling his wildly beating heart. He couldn't even cry, and fell into a dreamlike happiness.
champion?
Really? Is all this really happening? When I first saw the name "Gao Wen" on the forum, I just did some research and didn't care at all; but I didn't expect that, step by step, before I had time to think carefully, they had already arrived here and won the championship.
It's so beautiful and so happy that I can't believe it and I can't breathe.
Confused, Qiao Wangsheng walked towards the door of the bar, subconsciously wanting to breathe some fresh air, or perhaps to find a balance to break the dream like in "Inception", he pushed the door open as if possessed by a ghost, and then, a ray of golden sunlight broke through the constraints of the horizon and tore through the darkness and fell.
Dazzling.
I closed my eyes subconsciously, but opened them again immediately.
Daybreak, sunrise, is coming.
Rip, that brilliant and enchanting golden light swallowed up the darkness with great momentum, lighting up the world with a sweeping gesture, making people hold their breath and stare with wide eyes at the thrilling grandeur and magnificence before their eyes. The next second, a heroic spirit burst out from the depths of their souls -
Oooooh!
Qiao Wangsheng roared.
The night ended, and the dream ended. So, all of this really happened, the most incredible, the most incredible, the most bizarre thing happened, and the happiness and excitement could no longer be controlled, breaking free and released.
Oooooh!
The howls of thousands of football fans merged into one, circling over the Chinese mainland, bidding farewell to the darkness and welcoming a new day with great momentum.
Oops.
Zhan Jun vaguely heard the sound, but before he could react, he saw the overwhelming momentum engulfing the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium in an instant, erupting with incredible grandeur. He turned to look at Hu Litao, and the two looked at each other in confusion.
"Arthur Ashe Stadium, at this moment I remember Gawain's iconic wolf howl..."
Zhan Jun had just said one sentence when his voice was cut off. He could only stare at the indescribable scene with tears in his eyes and a surging heart.
Oooooh!
Oooooh!
One sound after another, and in a blink of an eye, these sounds merged into one mighty one. They witnessed Gawain's tenacity and his dominance; they witnessed Gawain's toughness and his wisdom, becoming the most shining and special symbol of Arthur Ashe Stadium, recording the entire legend of Gawain from obscurity to the top.
Oooooh!
The shouts gradually gathered together, erupting with unparalleled energy. The waves of sound rose one after another like a pack of wolves saluting the Wolf King, and then poured down on Gawain in an overwhelming manner. Even the air began to burn with the excitement. In a trance, it seemed as if the whole world was echoing with the same sound.
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They witnessed miracles, battles and history along the way, and then curled up and crawled, surrendering at the feet of the Wolf King and offering their loyalty.
My blood is boiling!
Everyone was excited! The overwhelming waves came crashing down on them, the blazing sun that filled the sky and the earth poured down like a torrential rain, the sky changed color, the ocean roared, the earth shook, and it unfolded so magnificently and beautifully, condensing an unprecedented and amazing energy.
Gao Wen couldn't believe his ears. He slowly sat up straight, supporting his hands on his knees. From astonishment to amazement, and from being moved to happiness, he just quietly looked at the magnificent picture in front of him, and finally subconsciously found the most familiar figure in the vast crowd.
In the players' box, there were Tate and Meng Xiushan, both of whom were beating their chests and howling like wolves; next to them were Sampras, Agassi and Tobias, who were waving their arms high and joining the crowd; then there were Jiang Yanyun and Gao Hongli, the two figures who would always stay behind him no matter what happened.
A smile just blooms at the corner of my mouth.
The sense of reality, dragging the ankles down little by little, slowly returning to the ground from being suspended in the air without weight, and then becoming solid little by little, the weight of victory, the halo of the champion and the temperature of the dream all slowly become clear, and happiness and joy erupt like a volcano.
Gawain propped himself up and stood up. He clenched his right hand into a fist and pounded his chest heavily. He looked up to the sky and howled, issuing the call of the wolf king: Awooo!
One sound after another.
One sound, and then another.
Before we knew it, it became one, circling over the Arthur Ashe Stadium for a long time, and finally turned into the most moving, magnificent and wonderful scene of the four Grand Slam tournaments in 2014. It was deeply imprinted in the long river of history and will be passed down forever.
(End of this chapter)