Chapter 620:
"Out of bounds!"
Gao Wen stared intently at the flight trajectory of his return ball.
In fact, at the moment of shooting, he also realized that his control was a little too loose; but the problem was that at this time he was in a state of exhaustion and overdraft, his touch was a little dull, so his judgment was not so accurate. He could not be 100% sure, so he still waited for the tennis ball to land.
Out of bounds, it was indeed lacking a little.
It's a pity, it's definitely a pity.
He tried his best without reservation throughout the game, breaking his opponent's serve to win the game and saving match points continuously. It was such an ups and downs game that he really burned up all his abilities at this stage and fought until the last moment, but ultimately he was unable to reverse the situation and win.
Nadal once said this in an interview:
Sometimes you have to admit that this game just isn't for you.
All along, Gao Wen thought he understood the meaning of this sentence, but in fact, after experiencing this game, he truly understood the complexity of bitterness and relief contained in it. Without experiencing it personally, one will never be able to feel the feeling brought about by a victory or a defeat.
call……
As the breath in the chest was exhaled, all the regrets, regrets, and confusion were vented out. Then the whole person could no longer stand, his knees went weak, and he just lay on the ground.
He really had no strength left now, and was burning out without reservation, as if his entire soul had been hollowed out.
However, after letting go of the regrets, my heart was filled with satisfaction and happiness.
Because of the thrilling game, he clearly realized the upper limit of his current strength and condition. At the same time, he also saw the direction and goal of continued struggle. His blood was boiling and he liked the feeling of being completely empty at this moment.
The other side of the court.
Simon was also exhausted, but the difference was that he was the winner, and the adrenaline bursting from joy and happiness made him temporarily not feel tired; what's more, he had become accustomed to his own games, and the end result of victory or defeat was always the same, with exhaustion and sweat all the same.
Simon raised his arms high to celebrate his victory, but he soon found that he was exhausted and didn't even have the strength to clench his fists to celebrate.
Then, Simon noticed Gawain lying on the other side of the court. He took heavy and tired steps, walked around the court and walked towards Gawain.
In life, Simon is a loner. He doesn't have many friends on tour, and he's not even familiar with the group of players from his French hometown. His picky and troublesome personality can easily offend people.
But this time, it's a little different.
After such a thrilling and ups-and-downs game, Gao Wen won his respect with practical actions, and he was willing to extend his olive branch.
He stopped in front of Gawain, stretched out his right hand, and asked in a somewhat dull and arrogant manner,
"Are you okay?"
Gawain grabbed Simon's right hand and stood up relying on Simon's strength. In fact, Simon was also a little exhausted. He was holding Gawain's body so tightly that he was shaky and almost lost his balance, but he managed to control himself in the end.
Then, Gawain gave Simon a hug and said with a smile.
"It's OK. I can still run a half marathon."
Simon could also sense the teasing in Gawain's words, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes, but he was not the type to like joking around, so he didn't say much.
Originally, Simon was going to help Gawain return to the dugout, but unexpectedly, Gawain was able to stand steadily on his own. Simon did not force him and released his right hand, but still did not leave quickly. Instead, he stayed by Gawain's side, as if worried that Gawain would not be able to stand steadily.
Before he knew it, Qiao Wangsheng had stood up.
Although Gao Wen was unfortunately eliminated in the semi-finals of the Shanghai Masters, he fought unyieldingly until the last point. He refused to surrender several times while standing on the edge of the cliff and fought until the last bullet was fired. Even in the face of the terrible situation of leg cramps, he still gave a top performance at the end of the game.
Gawain can leave centre court with his head held high.
Qiao Wangsheng could feel a surge of warmth in his chest, it was emotion, passion and happiness. What was more precious than victory was a heart that would always fight and strive, and the courage to always challenge and run wild. In Gawain, he found the strength to live again.
Then, Qiao Wangsheng noticed that Gawain was limping and staggering. It was obvious that the cramp in his left calf had not yet fully recovered. He was physically exhausted and could hardly stand. But Gawain's spine was still straight, like a poplar tree on the vast Gobi Desert, growing towards the sun stubbornly and tenaciously with vitality.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
“Snap! Snap!”
Qiao Wangsheng raised his hands high and clapped his palms above his head, beating the rhythm, once and again.
He had thousands of words to express, and he had a huge storm of emotions that he wanted to vent, but his throat was blocked and he couldn't make any sound. He couldn't even shout out "Gawain"'s name, so he chose the simplest and most direct way: hitting his palms.
Soon, Qiao Wangsheng discovered that he was not alone.
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The spectators in the center court stood up one after another. The packed court was filled with lush white poplars standing against the wind, and the applause was thunderous.
“Snap! Snap!”
One sound, and then another.
In the blink of an eye, the sounds of clapping gathered together, starting from scattered ones, slowly condensing into a rope, and bursting out in a uniform manner with overwhelming energy, breaking through the constraints of the center court, hovering over the entire Qi Zhong Tennis Center, writing another milestone of the Shanghai Masters.
It was because of Gawain and Simon. To be more precise, it was because of this game.
Such a dramatic and tense game. Although the tug-of-war ball was not a tense and spark-flying offensive battle, the tenacity and perseverance shown by the two players at the critical moment gave the game a different color and was deeply imprinted in the memory.
In fact, at least more than half of the audience were there to join in the fun. They may have never watched tennis before, but were there just for Gao Wen.
However, I didn't expect that I would gain unexpected benefits from watching the game. Not only did I appreciate the charm of tennis, but I also truly felt the charm of competitive sports.
These applause are the best proof.
Qiao Wangsheng looked at Simon and Gao Wen in the stadium with tears in his eyes, and then a smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth:
He was very fortunate to have known Gao Wen and witnessed his growth. He rediscovered his passion for tennis and his love for life.
It turns out that life can indeed have much more, they just need eyes to discover happiness.
“Snap! Snap!”
The whole audience roared and the sound lingered for a long time, so much so that all the staff and volunteers gathered together, quietly felt it, and became a part of it.
(End of this chapter)