Chapter 960 The Tide Rises and Flows
The game is over, but the night is not over yet.
Gawain grabbed the little bit of sanity he had left, stood up, and then saw Djokovic staggering towards the net.
Five hours and thirty minutes.
It was the second-longest Grand Slam final in the Open Era, second only to the 2012 Australian Open final, with Djokovic participating in both matches.
At this point, Djokovic had exhausted all his strength, his knees were shaking so violently that he could hardly stand. The relaxation after the game caused all his strength to collapse.
Gao Wen took the initiative to step forward, and then Djokovic could be seen opening his arms, and the two opponents on the court gave each other a hug across the net.
Perhaps, the disturbances outside the field made it impossible for the two people to become friends, or even enemies, but at this moment, they were willing to temporarily put aside their personal grudges and applaud each other.
A peak showdown requires the joint efforts of two players; a classic that goes down in history requires two great opponents to create sparks.
Tonight, they both held nothing back and fought to the very end, and regardless of victory or defeat, there were no losers.
Djokovic patted Gawain's chest heavily and met Gawain's gaze frankly.
"You deserve this championship!"
"It was a great performance tonight. To be honest, I tried, really, I tried my best, but the team with the better performance still won the final victory."
Putting Serjan aside, Djokovic still showed the broad-mindedness of a champion after the game and faced the outcome calmly.
Frankly acknowledging Gao Wen’s excellence is a respect for the opponent and an affirmation of oneself; calmly facing the bitterness of victory or defeat is an acceptance of the game and an expectation for the future.
Tonight, Gao Wen really showed the heart of a champion, and his performance in Paris last year was even better. He deserves this championship trophy.
There was also a hint of admiration and respect in Gao Wen's eyes.
"Thanks."
He faced Djokovic's praise calmly, and then raised the corners of his mouth.
"Thanks for fighting with me till the end. There are no losers in this game."
Perhaps, in the end, competitive sports will eventually need to decide a champion, a winner, and a first place. This is the original order of "competition."
However, this does not mean that others are losers, nor does it mean that the second and third place are meaningless, because the charm of competitive sports lies beyond winning the championship.
Just like tonight.
There are leads, reversals, surprises, persistence, fighting, release, torment, ups and downs, and most importantly, endless passion.
Djokovic was slightly stunned, and looked at Gao Wen deeply. In the end, he didn't say anything more, and nodded gently, "Enjoy your moment."
After saying that, Djokovic walked towards the referee's seat, shook hands with Garner first, and returned to the players' rest area with drooped shoulders and tired and heavy steps.
Gao Wen then came to Garner and not only shook hands with him, but also sincerely said "thank you" -
Ghana really worked hard tonight. Unexpected events and twists and turns kept disrupting the progress of the game. It was finally completed smoothly thanks to Ghana's control of the game.
Garner also laughed and patted Gao Wen on the shoulder, but did not say much. Instead, he looked at the scene and signaled with his eyes.
Following Ghana's line of sight, Gawain turned around, and then he could see the vast surge and madness before him.
There are huge crowds of people.
The tide rises and falls.
The sky is filled with starlight, making the whole world shine. The overwhelming sound waves burst out, roaring and stirring continuously on the eardrums.
Listen, someone is calling out—
"Gawain!"
"Gawain!"
"Gawain!"
One sound after another.
Over and over again.
Amid the roar of loud noises, the sound of the cry was not prominent, but it stood out from the clusters of flowers like an embroidery needle.
Looking in the direction of the sound, you can see a small group of five-star red flags fluttering, waving, leaping, and then burning.
Release the energy with all your might.
"Gawain!"
Yu Jia, standing above the Rod Laver Arena, looked down at the surging sea of heat waves in front of him, and his heart began to surge.
Not just tonight, but for the past two weeks, they have been suppressed, swallowed up, and forgotten, and completely drowned in the massive support from the host country. However, they have never given up and never left, always staying by Gawain's side, moving forward and fighting to the end.
This victory is not just a Grand Slam championship trophy, but also the most perfect response to the Australian fans.
Four Australian players, three giants, one championship.
This is the perfect answer that Gao Wen gave in Melbourne Park.
Then, Yu Jia could no longer control himself and joined the ranks of those shouting Gao Wen. As he shouted, tears filled his eyes involuntarily, and boiling blood gushed out from the depths of his soul.
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The two-week journey was so arduous and painful, so magical and thrilling, yet so unforgettable.
One, and then another.
Not only the Chinese fans, but also the neutral fans followed suit and cheered, because Gawain conquered them with his actions, because of the charm of competitive sports, and more because they simply enjoyed such a beautiful night. They cheered and lit up Melbourne Park at midnight.
Like stars, they fell into the depths of Gawain's pupils.
Gawain returned to the court, raised his hands high, clapped above his head, looked around, took in every corner of the crowd, and used the most insignificant applause to express the most overwhelming gratitude—
complex.
It was these fans in front of him that made him bear incredible pressure and experience unprecedented suffering.
It was also this group of fans in front of him that allowed him to be reborn from hell and gain unparalleled courage.
It is the group of fans in front of us who are accompanying, witnessing and experiencing this unforgettable experience.
Thump! Thump! My heart started beating so hard that it almost exploded. All my emotions rushed in at once, and the roars were like huge waves hitting rocks.
Bang!
Gawain clenched his fists and hammered his chest again and again, feeling the beating of his heart deeply and feeling the well of vitality gushing out like never before.
ah……
Ahhhh…
The cheers and screams from the audience continued to rise.
Then, Gawain soared high into the air, waving his fists vigorously, and his emotions were finally released again.
“Ahhhh!”
Gawain also roared, which completely ignited the madness of Rod Laver Arena -
Roar! Scream! Cheer!
The tide rises and falls.
Mountains roar like tsunamis!
The sadness and despair of the Serbian fans were drowned in the magnificent momentum, the confusion and bewilderment of the Australian fans were also hidden behind the surging heat of the stadium, and the entire Rod Laver Arena was completely ignited.
Gao Wen clenched his right fist, clenched it, clenched it, and clenched it again. His heart was filled with surging emotions, almost uncontrollable. He just watched the scene in front of him with tears in his eyes.
At this moment, the whole world is surging, boiling and exploding. Although it is already midnight in Melbourne, it is still as bright as day and people are partying all night long.
(End of this chapter)