Chapter 772 Desert Flower
"It's not shameful to be so successful with just one Grand Slam. People who don't know would think the number of championships has doubled."
"A champion is a champion, there's nothing much to say about that, but it's just one Grand Slam, is it necessary to blow it up like this?"
"I think it's a water crown. Stop blowing it. It's embarrassing for us to watch."
"The fans are all brainless. Are you sure they are not praising him too much? He just turned professional and they are already praising him like this. Haven't they heard of the story of Zhongyong?"
"Let the bullet fly for a while, so it won't blow or blacken the sky."
Blah blah, blah, and so on.
Apparently, even Grand Slam and Masters champions can't silence the trolls.
In fact, even Murray still cannot escape the fans’ complaints: countless fans believe that it should be the “Big Three Era”, and Murray is at most at the “3+1” level, at best.
So much so that Murray himself often joked, "Oh, the three of them are a small team, a sniper team that has defeated me more than double the number of times."
"He needs to continue to prove himself", this "he" is Wawrinka and Gao Wen.
Everyone says that the world of men's professional tennis has changed in 2014, and it's all because of Wawrinka and Gao Wen, so all the attention has been focused on these two people.
Moreover, the louder and more enthusiastic the supporters' voices became, and the more crazy and lively the traffic on social networks became, the more the haters shouted and resisted, just like rebellious teenagers: "Everyone says this, but we have to say that, huh!"
That’s not all.
At the same time, the admiration and praise from supporters is also an objective pressure. The expectations are getting higher and higher, even more outrageous.
Many laymen of the "Victory Fans" even believed that Gawain could easily punch Djokovic and step on Nadal, and that winning another Grand Slam title would be as easy as drinking water and eating. They had already begun to imagine the beautiful picture of Gawain dominating the tennis world.
Expectations are breaking through the sky step by step; pressure is also piling up layer by layer, which is obviously not a good thing.
Therefore, Yu Jia needs to keep calm. Even though he has many expectations, he still needs to remain objective and calm.
At the very least, they should look at Gao Wen's performance in Doha and evaluate his off-season training before making a judgment.
However, when the plane landed and arrived at the baggage carousel, I looked up and saw a giant poster wrapped around the cylinder, filling every corner of my vision.
Gawain, Gawain, all Gawain.
Nike's latest advertising blockbuster has officially debuted in major markets around the world and is overwhelming.
On the poster.
Gao Wen holds the racket with one hand and opens his forehand, like an eagle spreading its wings. He is running at high speed, his hair flying in the wind, and it seems that even the ends of his hair can feel the dancing vitality. His shining eyes are fixed firmly on the tennis ball, and the determination between his brows outlines the contours of his facial features bit by bit, looking into the future.
The whole person comes alive on the paper.
“What a passionate poster, isn’t it?”
Wei Jiang's voice came from his ear, he bumped into Yu Jia's shoulder and chuckled.
"The whole world is Gawain."
This was a joke. After saying it, Wei Jiang started looking for his luggage. However, Yu Jia looked at the posters all over the place and couldn't help but feel his heart surge up uncontrollably, as if he could hear the roar filling the Arthur Ashe Stadium if he closed his eyes.
"ah!"
At the far end of the world, Gawain's passionate roar burned in the air.
Perhaps, they should have more faith in Gawain——
Confidence in facing and handling stress.
After all, they have seen Gao Wen's performance under heavy pressure in the Paris Masters and the year-end finals, so the new season should be worth looking forward to.
Thinking of this, my steps became lighter, and the fatigue and sleepiness from the long flight seemed to quietly dissipate in the air.
Doha, a beautiful and mysterious city.
Looking down from the plane, the city is surrounded by the desert and the sea, like a bright pearl. The colorful lights outline a mirage-like dream scene, but when you really enter the city, it is a completely different scene. Low-key and quiet are spread throughout every corner of the city.
The streets are sparsely populated. Due to the desert climate, it is very hot during the day. If you stay outdoors for a while, the direct sunlight will burn your skin, so people stay indoors and avoid unnecessary outdoor activities.
In addition, as oil-rich countries are well known, there are not many taxis and people tend to use their own cars for travel. Even office workers are not many, so there is no noise of vehicles and no crowds of people going to work. The whole city is quiet, so quiet that even when the sun is shining, it is hard to believe that it is not midnight.
But it is also thanks to this climate that Doha is a world-famous sports resort. November to March every year is the most suitable season for sports, and it is known as the "Sports City" in the Gulf region.
From the Champions League to the World Championships to the IAAF Diamond League, Doha has many sporting events, including the Doha Open.
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Over the years, relying on sufficient financial support, the Dubai 500 and Doha 250 have always been star-studded events, and have always been one of the most popular and recognized events on the tour, firmly occupying a special place among the large and small events throughout the year.
After arriving at the hotel, they hurriedly threw their luggage in. Without even having time to unpack the suitcases and simply wash and get ready, Yu Jia and Wei Jiang had already set off for the tennis center.
Before reaching the destination, they could see sparse crowds of people in the distance, so much so that the two of them exchanged glances.
“Finally I saw someone outdoors.”
Apart from the airport and the hotel, there were very few people walking and strolling on the streets. It was as quiet as a ghost town.
Until now, finally! Moreover, there are more people than expected, and you can tell a lot from their clothes.
The men wore dark robes in blue, brown, gray, etc., and white, red or plaid turbans with a black rope loop on them.
The women were not wearing black robes and veils as expected, but brightly colored dresses with white or even light-colored headscarves. It was obvious that those who came to watch the tennis training/match were all young people, and among the younger generation, those stereotypes were being broken little by little, which made the entire training ground colorful.
Yu Jia was a little surprised, as this was his first time to report in Doha.
“There are so many people?”
As we got closer, the crowds of people surrounding the training ground became more and more surging. Standing under the scorching sun and watching the training, it seemed as if we could see the air twisting and distorting, and in an instant we were back to being surrounded by the bustling crowd.
Wei Jiang was not surprised at all, this was not the first time he came here.
"The wealthy here in the Gulf have nothing to do all day, and watching sports has always been their hobby. The top three most popular sports are Formula One, horse racing and tennis."
“Every year the Doha Open has an exceptional attendance.”
“And they know how to appreciate tennis.”
(End of this chapter)