Chapter 782 Absolute Focus
Bang Bang! Encore!
Bang Bang! Encore!
Encore! Encore!
The names called out were Nadal and Gawain; what fell into the ears were the sounds of encore, just like a rock star's concert.
Now, Gao Wen finally understands why the Dubai and Doha races are always so popular.
In addition to the perfect and excellent hardware, the enthusiastic fans are always the most beautiful scenery.
Everyone says that competitive sports are about players, opponents, games and battles; but at the same time, competitive sports are also about the fans.
Thanks to the presence of fans, the stadium under our feet can bloom proudly like the sun; thanks to the presence of fans, the battle with all our efforts can be as passionate as the Sword Contest on Mount Huashan; similarly, thanks to the presence of fans, competition and confrontation are given the weight of dreams.
The fans living in Doha always inject soul into this event in their own way.
Amidst the turmoil and boiling water, Gawain saw a child.
He looked about seven or eight years old, standing in the front row of the audience, staring blankly at the court, seemingly not understanding what was happening there at all. His parents were cheering and waving their arms, as unrestrained as hippies, and the bustling noise surrounded them.
The child tilted his head, looked at the noisy crowd around him, then looked at Gawain and Nadal who were packing their luggage, and the excitement of the whole audience was reflected in his big, round eyes.
But I don't know whether this scene will be forgotten as soon as he turns around, or whether it will sow a seed in his soul and wait quietly for the day when it will take root and sprout? Unconsciously, Gawain's heart also surged.
But what should they do?
At this point, it can be seen that Gao Wen still lacks competition experience.
He obviously had never experienced such a scene before. There were endless encores throughout the match, but they couldn't return to the court to continue the match, right? Gawain did not pretend to know the answer or cover up himself, but frankly threw the question to Nadal.
Nadal seemed much calmer.
"It's probably because the game was too short, and the audience felt a little disappointed."
He comforted Gao Wen.
"This happens all the time."
After being reminded, Gao Wencai looked at the timer in the corner of the court:
Fifty-six minutes.
The whole game lasted less than an hour, even shorter than a movie. No wonder the audience was reluctant to leave, as they did not get enough of it.
Is this worth the money? Before Gao Wen could ask again, the staff of the tournament organizer came over. In less than ten seconds, the audience whistled.
Because Gawain and Nadal picked up their rackets and returned to the court.
They hit tennis balls into the stands, in this way, giving back to the fans in a small way, thanking them for coming to watch the game in such hot weather.
Volcano, eruption.
The whole audience was boiling.
It's a pity, as there are other competitions scheduled later, otherwise Gawain and Nadal could have played a practice match to satisfy the audience, but now the venue must be used for official competitions. It's a pity, but today's game can only end here.
"Rafa, wait for me."
Before leaving, Gawain hesitated for a moment, but still gestured to Nadal, then trotted to the side of the court with a tennis ball in hand.
In the crowd, Gawain found the child again. He was still staring at the court in a daze. He seemed to be greatly shocked, with a smile on his face.
"Hey! I hope you enjoyed today's game!"
The audience all looked towards Gawain, stunned for a moment, and then gradually followed Gawain's gaze and finally found the boy.
After saying that, Gawain gently threw the tennis ball up and found the child's position accurately. The child's father quickly reached out and grabbed it.
There was applause all around.
The child was finally freed from the "seal" and snatched the tennis ball from his father's hands as if he had found a treasure. He held it tightly in his arms and looked at Gawain intently again. However, his eyes gradually brightened up and he smiled widely, but one of his front teeth was missing.
ha.
Gawain's smile also blossomed, he waved, and without staying any longer, turned around and caught up with Nadal.
Nadal also noticed this scene and patted Gawain on the shoulder, with smiles in his eyes and on his lips. The two walked side by side into the player tunnel and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Rustling.
Bustling with people.
There was a lot of discussion.
People couldn't wait to start sharing their feelings, and the atmosphere was very lively.
Only the little boy followed Gawain closely, and was reluctant to look away until he disappeared.
It was also because of the little incident after the game that Gawain and Nadal arrived at the press conference fifteen minutes later than expected.
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"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
In fact, the game ended very early and the reporters arrived very early, so the entire timeline was pushed forward. The organizers should be blamed for not adjusting the time properly, and Gawain and Nadal cannot be blamed for being late; but no matter what, Gawain entered the press conference room and expressed his apologies.
But before he had time to take in the scene, a stream of silver flashing lights, like water splashing, came crashing down on him.
The roaring sound of shutter clicks throughout the stadium continued to collide and echo, stirring up a roar on the eardrums, directly swallowing up the voices of Gawain and Nadal. The world then disappeared into a brilliance, and then all sounds lost their meaning, leaving only a buzzing sound.
This was Nadal and Gao Wen's first press conference as a doubles partner, and also their first interview of the new season, so it truly attracted everyone's attention.
Only after a round of flashes of light could one's sight slowly regain the light through the glare of the spot, and then one could see the entire crowded press conference hall, which was like a can of sardines, with the crowds of people unreasonably stacked one after another.
Even without opening one's mouth, one can deeply feel the visual pressure, as if the whole world has become crowded——
People with claustrophobia would probably go into shock at this point.
Even the battle-hardened Nadal was very surprised.
The next second, Nadal and Gawain both turned to look at each other. When their eyes met, they immediately realized what the other meant: these reporters are here for you.
The same thoughts collided with each other, and then both of them laughed.
Gao Wen slightly moved the microphone away, moved closer to Nadal, and covered his mouth shape, "The first question must be you."
Nadal looked at Gawain with suspicion. Although he didn't say much, his expression expressed strong opposition.
Gawain didn't say anything else, just shrugged.
Then, both of them looked at the reporters in front of them, waiting for the host to call their names.
Under everyone's attention, the first question finally came.
"...Rafa, I would like to ask you a question..."
Gawain turned to look at Nadal, a smile just flowing from his eyes.
Nadal held his forehead.
(End of this chapter)