Chapter 916: I Can’t Bear It
“Oh…”
“Damn it.”
"God!"
“I can’t believe it.”
"Andy, please, Andy."
Wails and sighs burned in my ears, and an invisible sense of oppression surged in from all directions, pressing heavily on my chest.
Jiang Yanyun didn't dare to look.
She buried her face in her hands, her heart curled up tightly, "Why is this happening? Xiao Wu scored the winning point, why are they booing? Why?"
The cheers of the Chinese fans echoed over the Rod Laver Arena, but lacking in numbers, they seemed feeble and powerless. This was further highlighted amidst the long sighs and regrets, as if they were shrouded by a nightmare monster at night and unable to break free.
Jiang Yanyun felt powerless.
Gao Wen obviously won the point with his undisputed performance, but he couldn't get any applause or cheers. This feeling was really torturous.
Even Flushing didn’t suffer such treatment.
Gao Hongli put his arm around Jiang Yanyun's shoulders and patted him gently, "You should believe in Xiao Wu. He won't be knocked down."
Gao Hongli's throat felt a little dry, and his heart was beating wildly as if it was about to explode at any time.
It is precisely because of the experience of the US Open that they increasingly understand the significance of this game, and the tension and anxiety at this moment have increased exponentially. No wonder people always say that ignorance is bliss.
But Gawain didn't.
"Come on, Andy!"
Someone shouted in the audience stands, but it was just one person's voice, very weak, and was blown away by the strong wind in the blink of an eye.
However, a large number of spectators showed up at the scene shortly afterwards to cheer for Murray.
"Andy! Snap!"
"Andy! Snap!"
From ten to a hundred to a thousand, it finally turned into thunderous applause that swept the entire audience, erupting with incredible energy.
This was in stark contrast to the cheers from Chinese fans after Gao Wen scored an ace on his serve. From the bottom to the top, Rod Laver Arena was full of vitality again.
But it wasn’t because of Gawain.
"Andy! Snap!"
The whole stadium was filled with overwhelming cheers and shouts of support, not only from British and Australian fans, but also from neutral fans.
Their idea is pure and simple. They just hope that the exciting showdown can continue, support whoever is at a disadvantage, and then continue to watch the show.
At this time, Murray needed their support, so the whole audience roared.
Even the audience can deeply feel that the turning point of the game is emerging, and the back-and-forth battle in this round is likely to determine the entire trend.
There was a loud roar and the fire burned so vigorously that the match was briefly interrupted again.
It even spread all the way to the entire Melbourne Park.
At this moment, it was late at night, but Melbourne Park was still brightly lit, and thousands of spectators gathered in front of the big screen to watch the live game.
The passers-by seemed to sense the tense atmosphere and stopped involuntarily, with more and more eyes focused on the game.
It's not just Melbourne Park.
From Melbourne to Sydney, from Canberra to Brisbane, cafes, bars and department stores in the streets and alleys all came to a brief standstill, and millions of spectators stopped temporarily, watching intently what was happening at Rod Laver Arena.
Then, a huge heat wave surged in the same direction from every corner of the Australian continent.
Gao Hongli really couldn't bear to watch it any longer and was in agony. Such moments were even more painful than losing the game, and his heart was in a knot.
However, Gawain did not back down.
After venting his emotions, Gawain raised his chin, held his head high and chest out, clenched his fists, and exuded a strong sense of self-confidence. It seemed that he was challenging the thunderous cheers of the audience with body language.
Come on! Bring it on! Even if one person fights against thousands of troops, so what? Even if the whole world is on the opposite side, so what? Even if there is only one last bit of energy left in the body, so what?
The beating champion's heart in my chest is still burning, still beating, still struggling... still fighting!
Then, let them face each other head-on, and have a life-and-death duel with real swords and guns, to see who can leave this battlefield engulfed in flames standing !
Top Gun!
Even though they were across half the stadium, Gao Hongli could still deeply feel the brightness and wildness in Gao Wen's eyes, as if they had only been fully released at this moment.
"Yanyun, look."
Gao Hongli couldn't help but feel his heart beating fast, but he couldn't say a word. He just patted Jiang Yanyun on the shoulder and watched his son on the court.
At this moment, Gawain is not only their child, but also a strong, tenacious and high-spirited god of war, blooming with the light of life.
"Come on! Gawain!"
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Hearing cheers in his ears, Jiang Yanyun raised his head suddenly, and then saw Sampras and Agassi both standing up and applauding and cheering for Gao Wen.
At this time, Graf was supporting her chin with her right hand, staring at the court with sharp eyes. As if she noticed Jiang Yanyun's gaze, she turned her head.
"Gawain is doing very well now, really very well."
A smile appeared on Graf's lips.
Jiang Yanyun followed Graf's line of sight and saw the towering Gawain. He was caught off guard and his vision blurred.
These are tears of happiness.
Absolutely! Jiang Yanyun wiped his face hastily, smiled again, and then shouted along with everyone else.
"Gawain, come on!"
Buzz buzz buzz.
The cheers finally died down, but the air was still burning. At the scene, one could see a large number of spectators no longer able to control their emotions. They stood up, remained standing, clenched their hands, as if praying, or concentrating, just staring at the court in front of them.
Break point, again, the third in this game.
Compared to the restlessness of the audience, Murray was not nervous.
For the players, they must focus 100% on the game and have no time to pay attention to the score. If they care too much about leading or falling behind, they may lose their concentration and even lose control of their own game.
Young players are often prone to this problem, as are some players with more volatile personalities, but Murray has absolutely no such worries.
Even though the whole court was surging, Murray remained focused and even made full use of this short period of time to organize his thoughts and plan for the next point.
After his attention was highly concentrated, his physical strength was slowly recovering, and Murray could feel that he was regaining the familiar game.
So, Yifa came back.
189 kilometers per hour.
Not fast, but good enough.
Murray was in the second zone, and he hit an inside corner, breaking Gawain's prediction. Moreover, the ball landed at an excellent point, very close to the T-point. The perfect combination of speed and angle made for an excellent serve, so much so that Gawain stumbled forward and barely managed to hit the ball with his forehand.
Chance!
Murray saw that the parabola of Gawain's return ball was completely pulled up and he had obviously lost his position. He immediately realized that this was an offensive opportunity. He did not hesitate and attacked immediately with his forehand.
Full turn! Forehand drive! Power released!
Boom! The tennis ball quickly flew out along the diagonal line, aiming at the triangle position at the bottom line of Gao Wen's forehand position.
Fast! Accurate! Tricky! Sharp! (End of this chapter)