Chapter 920 Successful Liquidation
Even if he walks alone, even if he is alone, even if he is alone, even if he faces the whole world alone, so what?
He will not give up!
Not only won’t, but will fight to the end!
Living his life over again as a human being, he did not come here to compromise or to live a life of mediocrity, but to pursue his dreams, to bloom his life, to enjoy life, and to live like a summer flower.
He will never give up his fighting spirit! He will fight to the end, until he burns out. No matter how long his life is, he will try his best every moment to live out his own colors.
So, what if I'm standing alone on the edge of a cliff facing an army of thousands?
He will fight his way through the blood! He will resist stubbornly and rush towards the dawn! Let the storm come even more fiercely.
"ah!"
Gao Wen, released in full without reservation.
“Ahhhh!”
To the packed house at Rod Laver Arena, he let out his anger.
Where are the boos? Where are the sighs? Where are the cheers? Where are your voices? Why have they disappeared?
Who else! Who else dares to confront him head-on? Come on! He hasn't finished fighting yet! The bloody smell lingered on his tongue, and the excitement and publicity in his eyes bloomed wantonly.
“Ahhhh!”
Gawain roared and raged, sweat dripping from his face and veins bulging, and bravely challenged the huge Rod Laver Arena alone.
Like a bloody god of war.
The sturdy and powerful aura rolled in, sweeping across the entire stadium, filling the entire stadium to the brim. The mighty fighting spirit formed an absolute suppression, making it almost impossible to breathe, so that everyone involuntarily prostrated themselves at his feet.
Shivering.
Pay homage.
Not only the fans from Britain and Australia, but even the Chinese fans were in shock and frenzy, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.
Only the passion is burning.
On the court.
Murray had tried his best and took a big step forward at the last moment, but he still couldn't catch up. The extreme physical exhaustion made his knees weak.
Taking advantage of the situation, Murray knelt on his knees, buried his head deeply in the court, panting heavily, and was unable to stand up for a long, long time.
In this point and this game, he really tried his best. He had already performed at his best level at the moment, but he was still broken in this game.
He really has used up the last drop of oil.
However, Gawain's stroke of genius was still too brilliant, too brilliant. The feeling of powerlessness pulled his body down continuously, and he couldn't even get angry.
At this moment, the only thought in my mind is admiration.
Pure and simple, one professional tennis player's admiration for another professional tennis player, because Murray knows better than anyone:
In this point, both of them have performed to the extreme.
Murray's body trembled slightly uncontrollably, not because he was crying, but because he was exhausted. He had not yet completely passed the limit of his physical strength. His mental and physical strength had been consumed to the extreme. His brain was blank, and then his body trembled uncontrollably.
Dizziness.
The world was spinning, the buzzing sound in my head ebb and flow.
From a distance, Murray heard a faint voice.
"Andy, are you okay?"
As if it came from the other end of the valley, the echoes lingered and stirred in my ears.
The tinnitus disappeared, and Murray raised his head again, and then he saw Gao Wen's face full of concern, with a sincere light shining in his eyes.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Murray's world was still spinning. His chest ached and his breathing was not smooth, as if countless embroidery needles were drilling into the pores of his lungs.
Looking at Gawain's outstretched right hand, Murray hesitated for a moment, then held Gawain's right hand, used the force to support himself, and stood up again.
"Thanks."
Murray said.
Then Gao Wen looked over with concern and asked again, "Are you sure you're okay? Do you need a medical timeout?" This made Murray smile.
"Don't worry, my old bones can still run a little longer."
Gao Wen and Murray both laughed.
In the players' box.
Judy Murray was the first to stand up and applaud.
It is to cheer for Murray and also to applaud Gao Wen's fair play spirit. At this moment, both players deserve applause.
Clap, clap, clap.
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Clap, clap! The applause gradually gathered, from the Chinese fans to the neutral fans, then to the British fans, and finally, the Australian fans also gave applause.
Emotions, at this moment, are mixed and turbulent.
Perhaps, some people were finally impressed by Gao Wen's wonderful performance and sportsmanship; perhaps, some people cheered for this wonderful duel.
Perhaps, someone is cheering for Murray. The game is obviously not over yet. At this moment, it has nothing to do with winning or losing, but with competitive sports.
Gradually, applause filled the entire venue, and this men's singles semi-final finally reached its climax.
At this moment, the purity and passion of competitive sports were fully displayed. It was about winning or losing, but it was far more than that.
However--
The audience in front of the TV, the audience in Melbourne Park, the audience in the streets, the audience who were drinking, relaxing and enjoying a moment of leisure, have lost confidence.
Time stopped and unlocked successfully.
Then, life returned to normal, people continued to move forward, continued to talk, continued to live, and no one paid any attention to the Australian Open semi-final anymore.
After having his serve broken twice, Murray's hopes of winning were becoming increasingly slim, especially since the contrast between the two players' states at this stage was stark.
Some people lack the confidence to continue watching, some people are too stressed to continue watching, and some people suspect that their actions of watching the live broadcast have brought bad luck to Murray and that they themselves are the root cause of Murray's predicament...
So they turned off the TV, left the live broadcast, turned back to their own lives, and pretended to forget the game.
However, deep down in my heart, I was still concerned about the score, and that faint flame of hope still had not been extinguished, just like the second boot that had not yet fallen from upstairs.
After all, competitive sports should always allow for miracles, right?
Then you can see that some people keep refreshing social networks, some keep refreshing the real-time scores of the Australian Open official application, some secretly turn on the radio to listen to the live broadcast, and some ask friends for the live scores through the chat group but just after asking, they regret and shout "Don't tell me"...
A little bit of worry, a little bit of concern, I want to ignore it, but I can't completely calm down. Then, my mood is completely disrupted, and I can't calm down.
It's even more torturous than watching the game live.
Until I couldn't bear it anymore, I was in the mood of "if I stick my head out, I'll be hurt too, if I hide my head", no matter I win or lose, I always have to witness an outcome.
I hurriedly turned on the TV, hoping for a miracle, and then——
"7:6(9)", "6:7(5)", "6:3", "6:0".
There are no miracles.
At the end of the game, in the fourth set, Gao Wen delivered his first donut in this year's Australian Open and strode into the final.
Liquidation, success.
(End of this chapter)