Chapter 959: The Greatest Hero
Step!
Gao Wen was rushing forward, preparing to intercept the ball by sticking close to the net, but the next second he discovered that it was a high ball.
Accident!
Very very unexpected!
He pushed the ground with his ankles suddenly, applied emergency brakes, started again, and then his body retreated continuously and moved quickly.
Small steps. Small steps. Continuous small steps.
Retreat!
Adjustment!
Observe as you move to confirm your position on the court and avoid losing your sense of space when hitting the ball.
Then, raise your head high and always pay attention to the flight and fall of the tennis ball.
Wait, Djokovic’s lobs are also lacking in quality.
In the most perfect situation, the ball should be picked up in the blind corner at the baseline and forced back to the baseline. Obviously, Djokovic has such ability. But the problem is that Gavin's volley just now was a backspin ball, which did not leave Djokovic much hitting space, and naturally led to a lack of control over the return ball.
As a result, the lob landed near the deep midfield area, which had a good effect, but was far from optimal.
Whoosh!
The wind is whistling.
Gravity pulled the tennis ball downward rapidly, and it fell faster and faster as it spun, just like a meteor falling into the earth.
Gao Wen retracted his gaze, looked at his own position, then looked at Djokovic's position, and then looked up again.
Push off the ground!
jump!
fly!
Pulling onions from dry land!
Strong winds blew in from all directions, the hem of the jersey fluttered in the wind, and even the sweat-soaked hair could feel the gentleness and lightness of the night sky.
Lean back!
The core strength explodes instantly!
Swing!
Blocked shot!
"ah!"
A shocking roar erupted from deep within his dantian, and all his strength was concentrated on the racket and released instantly.
The entire shot was smooth and completed in one go.
The tennis ball was compressed to the extreme in an instant, then exploded and rushed to the other side of the court.
Slash!
Look back!
Djokovic's heart sank as he moved sideways to his right, preparing to defend his forehand.
He thought that Gao Wen would not dare to challenge his backhand. Even if a high-pressure ball came to his backhand, he could hit it back head-on without any fear. But it was different with his forehand. The stability of the entire shot was too weak, and coupled with the need to move sideways, the possibility of instability was further magnified.
Yet, Gawain did just that.
Diagonal, backhand.
Look back at the moon.
Djokovic was moving, his body pulled forward by inertia. He couldn't stop at all. He could only turn his head and let his eyes fly along with the tennis ball.
There was only one thought in my mind: out of bounds, out of bounds, out of bounds, out of bounds…
I'm afraid it's not just Djokovic.
Serjan was in the stands, with his hands clasped together, praying devoutly:
At this moment, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky watching this game in the universe are included. No matter who they are, as long as they can hear his pious prayers, it doesn’t matter.
Out of bounds!
Please get out of bounds!
All the Serbian fans in the stadium also held their fingers together and prayed.
Thousands of eyes were focused on that mustard yellow light.
Time, very, very briefly, stayed here for a moment.
Then--
Bang.
The tennis ball hit the large triangular area between the baseline and the sideline. Although it was not a blind spot, the tricky angle ensured that everyone could see the ball mark.
Landed.
Rebound.
And... the winning points.
Boom! Sampras stood up and cheered.
"Ah!" Inside the boundary.
"Ah!" Inside the boundary.
"Ahhh!" That's inside the circle! Ah! The whole place was boiling! They could no longer control themselves, their emotions were overflowing, their feelings were released, and the surging crowds of people could no longer control or suppress their emotions.
A total explosion! Ahhhh! Boom boom boom! The mighty, continuous, earth-shaking roar surged and surging under the night sky of Melbourne, witnessing the birth of history.
“…We won.”
Zhang Sheng almost couldn't find his own voice. His mind went blank and he lost all rationality. He stared at the scene in disbelief.
“Win!”
"On the third match point, Gao Wen won with a high pressure shot at the net."
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"Gao Wen! The men's singles champion of the 2015 Australian Open is Gao Wen!"
"After losing the first two sets, Gawain showed his unparalleled top performance and won the next three sets, performing a miracle of coming back from 2-0 down to defeat Djokovic for the third time in his career."
"This is the first time in the Open Era that a player has been able to achieve such a feat in the Australian Open final. At the same time, Collider also became the first player in history to win his first Grand Slam title and then win the second Grand Slam back-to-back."
"Gao Wen, this young Chinese warrior who is only 19 years old, has created history! He has written a miracle!"
“Win!”
"Gawain wins!"
As he was speaking, Zhang Sheng realized a little late that his face was already in tears and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he was flying into the sky.
Ahhh! Ahhh! Roaring, surging.
In an instant, Gao Wen was surrounded.
However, Gawain only felt deeply tired, his knees went weak, and then he fell to the ground, lying in a spread-eagle position.
A moment of exhaustion.
it's over.
It's finally over.
Not only did the five-hour and thirty-minute match come to an end, but all the matches at the 2015 Australian Open also came to an end.
Without a doubt, these were the most difficult and strenuous two weeks in Gao Wen's career.
The curiosity of the first Grand Slam for the new US Open champion, the attention and traffic brought by the topic of "Big Four vs. Challengers", the overwhelming pressure from the host audience, and the ultimate challenge of facing three giant players in a row...
Everything! Everything, all of it, all of it is pressure and shock.
Finally, tonight.
Standing alone on the opposite side of the whole world, experiencing such a long and arduous battle, facing the dilemma of losing two sets and then standing on the edge of a cliff, but in the end, he still persevered to the end.
finally!
Compared to the result of the game, the tension that lasted until the last moment was finally able to relax. This was the first reaction in my mind. After relaxing a little, I realized -
Winner.
He won.
Second Grand Slam championship trophy!
In an instant, all those emotions, all those feelings, all those happiness, took advantage of the opportunity to rush in, all swarming up at once, and then, Gawain could no longer control himself.
I covered my cheeks with my hands, but still couldn't stop the hot tears from seeping out from between my fingers. Thousands of words and all kinds of feelings were all intertwined together.
He doesn't care about creating history or writing miracles. The only thing he cares about is the happiness of this moment, this second, pure and simple.
The taste of victory.
He thought that after his experience at last year's US Open, everything would become easier, and there would be no need to panic even if he won the championship again.
Obviously, he was wrong.
It's different, completely different from the beginning to the end. The impact and shock brought by this year's Australian Open is nothing like last year's Flushing Meath, and it is completely different from any event or any game in the past. All the experiences are unfamiliar.
When the game ended, the joy and shock of victory made him feel like crying, and he just needed to vent.
It was a very, very short period of time. I had been suppressed for two weeks, controlled for two weeks, anxious for two weeks, and tense for two weeks. Now I can finally release it.
I cried and cried, and then I laughed. The smile on the corner of my mouth blossomed, wanton and brilliant. The satisfying joy filled my chest, surging and boiling.
champion!
I am the champion!
(End of this chapter)