Chapter 781: Reluctant to Leave
“Ahhh!”
Nadal jumped high with his fists clenched, turned in the air, and after landing, he stood there with his fists clenched like a Super Saiyan, roaring passionately.
Then, Gawain could be seen running towards them from the front, his eyes filled with surprise and astonishment, and this time it was his turn to exclaim.
"How did you do it? How on earth did you do it? Did all this just happen for real?"
Smiles bloomed on the corners of the two players' faces, and they raised their hands to high-five and bump their fists to celebrate again.
Practice makes perfect. The two people's celebration movements are becoming more and more proficient and natural. It is really great to start the new season with such a relaxed attitude.
Gawain looked at Nadal, smiled happily, and shook his head repeatedly, "Rafa is having another Rafa moment."
This one sentence made Nadal a little restrained. Even though he has been fighting on the tour for so many years, the always humble Nadal is still not used to such praise.
He patted Gao Wen's shoulder and said nothing more.
But Gao Wen joked, "Are you reminding me that praise is not enough? I still have 3,600 compliments brewing. Can you wait?"
"Haha." Nadal was immediately amused by Gawain, but he was not one to talk nonsense, so he said honestly, "Stop, I'm asking you to stop."
Seeing Nadal's reserved look, Gao Wen stopped talking and said with regret, "Then let's wait until next time."
Nadal's eyes widened, and he looked doubtful about his ears. "Will there be a next time?"
This made Gawain laugh heartily.
The air has been ignited at this time.
Not to mention the audience, even Mayer and Borelli shook their heads helplessly and patted each other on the shoulders to comfort each other: what else could they do except worship such an incredible shot?
At that moment, the tennis gods had indeed arrived.
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! The atmosphere of the whole venue was pushed to a new peak. The excitement of the audience could be felt deeply in the collision of whispering and looking at each other.
Subsequent games also proved that this point was a turning point.
On the one hand, the cooperation between Gao Wen and Nadal is getting better and better, and their personal styles are colliding to create sparks, making the doubles match interesting.
On the other hand, the confidence of Borelli and Mayer suffered a direct blow. Their performance was already very good, but they still couldn't break the situation.
At the same time, it cannot be ignored that after an offseason, Gao Wen is adjusting his condition, and the other three players on the court are also adjusting their condition, so everyone's condition is facing certain ups and downs. Once they fall behind, it will be more difficult to improve their condition in time.
At the beginning of the season, everything starts from scratch and things are naturally a little different. This is the same for all players.
As the match went on, morale shifted quietly. After breaking the serve first in the second set to widen the score gap, the combination of Gawain and Nadal became unstoppable and sprinted towards the finish line at full speed.
“6:4”, “6:1”.
After the first two games of the second set were tied at 1:1, the combination of Gawain and Nadal won five games in a row, breaking their opponent's serve twice, and easily defeated their opponent with a brilliant performance, winning the ticket to the second round of the doubles match.
The game is over.
Both Borelli and Mayer seemed a little helpless. They exchanged glances and found that their teammates had a weak and bitter smile on their faces, and then they both laughed.
They gave each other a hug and comforted their teammates. It was obviously not a good thing to start the new season with a loss, but the first round of the doubles match was between Nadal and Gao Wen. The only thing that could be said was -
This is good luck.
Then, Borelli and Mayer came to the front of the net one after another. Gawain and Nadal were already waiting there for post-match greetings.
Burley and Gawain are more familiar.
When Gawain faced Borelli in the second round of the US Open, he was still an unknown player who had emerged from nowhere. Borelli showed kindness to Gawain and they talked for a while in the locker room after the game. Now they meet again, and although the positions of both sides have changed drastically, Borelli still shows his kindness.
"Incredible match, I hope I don't meet you again in the Melbourne draw," Borelli joked half-jokingly.
Mayer had just finished shaking Nadal's hand when he interjected, "As if we had a choice."
This complaint immediately made all four players laugh, and the friendly and relaxed atmosphere of the game was evident at this moment.
At this moment, the audience in the stadium stands were also unwilling to be lonely and made noises to emphasize their presence. It was obvious that they had not watched enough of the game.
"Pah! Rafa!"
"Pah! Gawain!"
One or two, it was just a group of Spanish fans standing in the stands cheering.
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Three or four of the small number of Chinese fans joined the cheering, and the five-star red flags were waved in unison.
Gradually, the bustling shouts gathered together.
Inside the stadium, the applause was boiling and the sound was rolling. Two high-fives followed by a shout collided together in unison, bursting out with powerful energy.
Of course, it's only a small number of people.
At this time, you can still see many local fans sitting conservatively in their original places, looking in amazement at the foreign fans living in Doha, cheering, dancing, celebrating and enjoying themselves at the top of their lungs with passion. The full red flags collide with the golden sunlight, and the rosy glow all over the sky and the ground outlines a thrilling scene.
They couldn't understand and refused to join in, but it was undeniable that this carnival craze was not unpleasant. It seemed as if every pore could feel the surge of enthusiasm, so that the blood began to boil along with it, and an indescribable happiness mixed with adrenaline burst out.
No one can resist the enthusiasm of competitive sports, especially when they are at the scene.
Even though there aren't many people shouting for support, one can still deeply feel the energy coming from the depths of one's soul, as if one can smell the burning scent.
"Pah! Rafa!"
"Pah! Gawain!"
The whole audience roared.
Lasting and endless.
So much so that the spectators who were sitting quietly in their original places did not leave. Even though they did not join in the fun, they were reluctant to leave the stadium.
Originally, Nadal and Gawain were packing their luggage and preparing to leave the stadium, but they felt the enthusiasm of the fans and couldn't help but pause.
Gawain looked up at the brightly colored flags fluttering in the sky, some from Spain and some from China. The golden sunlight penetrated the red flags and cast patches of rays of light, making the entire stadium colorful and shining, which contrasted with the robes and veils of the local residents. It was another scene.
"Rafa, what should we do?"
(End of this chapter)