Chapter 870: Great Shame and Humiliation
Hit the ball and it flew.
In the seventh game, he also flew away.
The tiebreak of the second set came to an unexpected end, with the winner decided at the first set point.
"ah."
Short, angry, ostentatious, sharp, hiding disbelief, surprise and annoyance, as well as shame and shame, burst out.
Kyrgios couldn't believe this was actually happening.
His backhand was suppressed by Gawain's power, so that the swing action could not form an effective hit, causing the racket to slip and the tennis ball flew directly.
How is that possible?
How is that possible!
This is simply a great humiliation! "Ahhhh!"
Hard to accept.
No, this is unacceptable! I refuse to accept it!
This is even harder to swallow than losing.
Then, Kyrgios could see Gawain across the court, brushing off the nonexistent dust from the hem of his shirt for the third time, seemingly without any effort.
In my mind, I heard what Gawain said in the player tunnel before the game again: "Be careful, I might aim for your backhand and keep hammering you today."
Damn it!
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Kyrgios covered his ears with his hands, but still couldn't stop the evil sound from filling his brain, and then he exploded.
Bang! Bang! Bang-bang-bang-bang! One, two, three, four, five...
In reality, the racket had already been smashed, broken on the second hit, but Kyrgios simply could not stop, swinging the twisted wreckage and continuing to smash.
How is that possible?
How is that possible!
Kyrgios was a little upset——
He couldn't understand why he couldn't beat Gawain? Not only could he not beat him, but he was crushed when he fought back? Crush?
Kyrgios couldn't swallow the breath he was about to explode.
Until the rackets were broken into pieces and there was nothing left to hit, it even seemed as if the surface of the court was smashed into pits - not sure if it was a visual effect or if it was really smashed to pieces.
It seems that Kyrgios has finally calmed down a little.
But just when everyone thought it was over, Kyrgios smashed his racket into the dugout without warning.
Boom! Like a grenade, the racket hit various objects in the players' lounge area, and then the broken racket exploded like flowers scattered from the sky.
"ah!"
Nearby, there was a cry of surprise and chaos.
There is no way. Margaret Court Stadium is too small and too intimate. The distance between the spectator seats and the players' lounge area is only about three meters.
In this area, there are reporters, photographers, caddies, etc., and of course, there are spectators not far behind.
Everyone was shocked at this moment. They were watching a tennis match and no one expected such a sudden disaster to happen. They were suddenly "attacked".
Buzz buzz buzz.
There was chaos.
Even the referee was shocked.
Kyrgios was completely unaware of the commotion he had created - or rather, he simply didn't care, and was immersed in his own world, cursing and swearing.
"He's just lucky! Luck!"
"Damn it!"
There was a crackling sound, followed by a string of swear words, as if the anger surging in his chest had not been fully vented, and his face was full of stubbornness.
Here, Gao Wen had just sat down when he noticed a commotion coming from the left. He raised his head reflexively and saw the astonishing scene of the goddess scattering flowers before his eyes.
The only thing to be thankful for was that the tennis racket was very solid, so there were not many small fragments and the large fragments were visible to the naked eye, so everyone dodged.
Gao Wen noticed the caddy immediately.
The ball boy standing next to the referee's chair was basically in the trajectory of Kyrgios's throwing of the racket. It was not fragments, but the racket handle that hit him directly, like a ninja boomerang. He reflexively dodged sideways, and then the racket handle hit the referee's chair and finally landed in the open space next to it.
Huh! There were exclamations all around, and one could clearly hear the reporters and the caddies who were resting and waiting for their turn exclaiming.
Gawain put down his racket and towel, stood up immediately, walked around the referee's chair between himself and Kyrgios, and came to the side of the ball boy.
"How are you?"
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The caddy seemed to be frightened and dazed. He didn't react for a moment. He just nodded subconsciously but didn't say anything.
Gao Wen came to the caddy, bent his knees, kept his eyes level, and asked again gently.
"Are you okay? Are you not hurt?"
The caddy in front of him looked to be about ten years old, and one could even see his childish features. His pupils were obviously dilated, and he nodded again blankly, trying to say something, but he did not expect that tears would burst out of his eyes the next second.
"I'm fine." The caddy said, but after he said it, he realized that his voice was trembling slightly.
Poor child.
Gao Wen pulled the caddy into his arms, patted his shoulder gently, and whispered comfortingly.
"You did a great job, really, you did a great job."
Woo...woo...woo.
The caddy's sobbing could be heard in his arms. He was trying his best to control himself, closing his mouth tightly, trying to stop himself, but the sound still spilled out uncontrollably, like a wounded puppy, full of grievances and fear, as if a hole had been torn in his heart.
Gawain could feel the caddy's shoulders trembling uncontrollably. The harder he tried to control himself, the more he lost control.
After all, he was just a child who had a close encounter with an unforeseen disaster. The relief of escaping death made his emotions burst out.
"Breathe, kid, breathe."
"You did a great job. You are so brave and strong. Express your emotions. Don't hold them in. Don't worry. This is not a sign of weakness. On the contrary, it proves your strength. You dare to face the difficulties you encounter and dare to speak out."
"Then, be strong and face it calmly."
"Really, you are doing really well now."
Gao Wen was not in a hurry. He patted the caddy's shoulder gently. After he noticed that the trembling of the caddy's shoulder had been slightly controlled, he raised his head and looked at the referee.
"Excuse me, can we switch positions ahead of time? Let him have a rest."
In tennis matches, tennis balls need to be replaced regularly, and ball caddies and linesmen are no exception. Generally speaking, four groups of ball caddies and linesmen will be prepared for Grand Slam tournaments. Then, depending on the specific conditions of the match, the working time of each group of ball caddies and referees is between thirty and sixty minutes. The referee will give signals based on the situation on the spot, and the ball caddies and linesmen will take turns to rest and adjust.
It is also because of this that the next group of linesmen and ball boys waiting for rotation will be resting and waiting next to the court.
Now is not the time to rotate caddies, but Gao Wen believes that this is a special situation and should be treated specially.
The referee nodded as a matter of course, turned to the back rest area, and said loudly, "Please let this caddie take a break."
The caddy in Gao Wen's arms was still trying to control himself and looked up. "I'm fine, really."
Gao Wen lowered his head and smiled at the caddy, "Take a break, but it doesn't mean surrender. We are all fighting in our own way."
Gao Wen patted the caddy on the shoulder and said, "Come on!"
(End of this chapter)