Chapter 876: The outline of a dream
Flowers in the fog.
Lightning flash.
Everything happened so fast that the audience didn't have time to notice the details on the court before they saw Kyrgios preparing to take action.
Then, Kyrgios was seen losing control of his emotions. The referee stepped in to control the situation, and soon after that, security personnel filed in.
So, what happened? "Let go!"
“Get lost!”
"I know what I'm doing! You dare to touch me? Look? If you dare to touch me, I will smash your head immediately."
"Get the hell out of here."
Kyrgios was swearing and fighting with security personnel, and the scene was very chaotic.
However, Kyrgios did not take action in the end. Surrounded by security personnel, he returned to the player's lounge, packed up his equipment, and left the field under surveillance.
Then, Gawain returned.
Gao Wen returned to the court, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, looking around with a smile on his face, raising his hands high and responding with applause:
Thanks to the boos from the home fans for being his driving force for the game; thanks to the cheers from away fans and neutral fans for being his fuel for progress.
Bang! Kyrgios slammed his equipment bag against the signboard next to the player tunnel, making a dull sound and attracting attention again.
Then, boos broke out.
"Siuuuuu..."
For a moment, it was unclear whether they were booing Kyrgios's violence or Gawain's provocation.
Returning to the field to applaud after the victory was a pure mockery of the home fans, who were unable to help Kyrgios win the match even though they tried their best.
The attitude of a winner is provoking the sensitive nerves of every home fan.
However, Gawain remained unmoved.
Indeed, this is Australia's home ground, but Gao Wen will not forget that there are many Chinese fans and other neutral fans coming to support him today.
After expressing his gratitude, Gao Wen returned to the dugout, packed up his equipment, then remembered something, stood up straight, and looked around.
“Found it!”
Among the neatly lined-up caddies, Gawain found the one who was nearly injured and walked over with big strides.
"Hey, man."
Gawain raised his voice and greeted them. No words were needed, and the caddies parted ways, with all eyes focused on the boy.
"You were very brave today."
"I can't express my admiration in words. I hope to see you fighting on the court in the future."
Ball caddy is not only a very important part of the game, but also the starting point for many professional players. Federer worked as a ball caddy in his childhood, and he is not the only one.
After saying that, Gao Wen handed over the racket that he had used to win the match point.
Among the interviews with many tennis players, there are many articles that impressed Gao Wen, one of which is the story about Nadal and the racket.
Professional players need to vent their emotions on the court. Most players will blame their coaches or dislike their equipment, and tennis players will naturally smash their rackets.
For players including Federer, Djokovic, Murray, etc., smashing rackets is commonplace. After all, they are all ordinary human beings.
Nadal is also an ordinary person. He also has his own emotions, those annoyances, anger, and frustrations. He also needs to vent his emotions. However, Nadal is the only top player who has never smashed his racket, not even once.
Later, more than one reporter asked Nadal, and the Spanish warrior said,
"My uncle and my family told me more than once when I just started playing that the racket is my partner and the weapon that accompanies me in fighting. If I don't play well, it's my fault, not the racket's fault."
"Besides, there are many, many children around the world who can't even afford a pair of tennis rackets. I shouldn't just throw the racket casually. It's irresponsible. My family has made it very clear that if I throw the racket, then I'm not allowed to play tennis."
For Nadal, the racket has always been special.
Gauvin likes the word Nadal used to describe the racket, "partner."
It is precisely because of this that Gao Wen has always cherished his racket very much. He also tries to avoid any behavior of throwing the racket, because he is the child who "needs to maintain his equipment well and is worried that buying extra rackets may increase the burden on his family."
At this time, Gao Wen gave the racket to the caddy.
The caddy was still a little confused, and obviously had not expected that there would be a post-match reward. He just took the racket reflexively and tried to say something, but mumbled, not knowing what to say.
Then, the caddies could see Gao Wen showing a bright smile, saluting them, turning around and walking away.
Wow! The caddies around finally lifted the seal, and surrounded the caddy one by one, and the trivial sounds could no longer suppress their excitement.
"Alex!"
"God, Gawain is so good!"
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"Ahhh, I really, really like Gawain's smile."
"I'm so jealous, Alex!"
"Can I hold the racket? Can I? Can I?"
“This is the racket that Gawain used to win the match point!”
The chirping sounds were a bit childish, and everyone was shouting, jumping and laughing in joy, and the air started dancing along.
The caddy turned his head and watched Gao Wen leave.
The Margaret Court Stadium was still noisy, but Gawain stood straight, upright, and strode with his head held high, as if he could easily repel all attacks, so that the light of the whole world was all focused on him.
Everything else no longer matters.
Plop.
Boom! The heart in the chest began to beat harder than ever before, fiercely and powerfully.
Suddenly, the dream became real and specific, as if it had the outline of an image and was becoming clearer and clearer.
At the scene, there were still a small number of home fans who booed at the top of their lungs, expressed their protest with practical actions, and even attacked.
But their voices were quickly drowned out by the cheers and screams of Chinese fans.
Amid the wave of dejected exits, Margaret Court Arena soon became a sea of celebration, spreading towards Melbourne Park.
A mixture of sadness and pain, despair and struggle surged into my heart.
Don't get me wrong, the home fans still hate Gao Wen, they hate him to the core, but they can't do more, because any action will make them look cowardly and unable to afford to lose.
and……
If Tomic and Kyrgios had performed better, they would have been more justified, but what was the result?
One is passive and lazy, the other is impulsive and brainless.
The performances of the two promising new stars were not convincing. Even if they were a little better, a little tougher, or even just won one game, the home fans would not have been so embarrassed. Even those who wanted to curse at the Chinese fans seemed short of breath.
So, what else can they do? (End of this chapter)