Chapter 963: Heart-pounding
Two weeks of fierce competition, the suspense of "Big Four vs. Challenger", the anxiety of "Gawain vs. Host", the collision of upsets and the expected, a new chapter of competition and contention, men's tennis standing at the crossroads of history, controversy and chaos, excitement and excitement...
finally!
The end has come.
Gao Wen, the champion! The roar swept the whole place like a tropical storm.
Gawain walked up to the podium amid the boiling heat of the stadium, and then saw the white-haired, kind-looking old man Laver waiting for him next to the trophy.
The legendary figure had a bright smile on his face, and even though he looked a little tired, he could not conceal the happiness and enjoyment revealed between his brows.
Then he hunched over and gave Gawain a hug, patted Gawain's shoulder, and gave him a look.
Gawain immediately bent his knees obediently and kept squatting. Old Mr. Laver spoke loudly in his ear.
"I haven't seen such a wonderful game for a long time. Thank you for reawakening my enthusiasm. This old man is also thinking about returning to the court to play two rounds."
Kind, sincere, and with a bit of the cuteness of a naughty old man.
The smile in Gao Wen's eyes just flowed out, "If Mr. Laver doesn't mind, I am willing to serve as a sparring partner. I hope to have such an honor."
Mr. Laver laughed cheerfully. "As for tennis, we can wait. How about golf first?"
Gao Wen was dumbfounded and stuttered for a rare moment: "Golf? This is something that you know nothing about."
Mr. Laver's eyes were filled with smiles, and he handed the championship trophy to Gao Wen, "Hurry up, this trophy is too heavy, I can't hold it."
Panically, Gawain took the trophy.
That cautious look made old Mr. Laver laugh again, and then he stepped aside, leaving the center of the spotlight to Gawain.
Gawain had no time to pay attention to these, because -
sink.
This is really heavy and absolutely substantial.
The Australian Open men's singles championship trophy is called the Norman-Brookes- Challenge-Cup.
The trophy is named in memory of Norman Brooks, an outstanding Australian tennis player in the early 19th century. He was one of the world's top players before the Open Era. He was not only the first non-British player in history to win the Wimbledon championship, but also won the Australian Open championship in 1911.
In 1934, the Australian Open awarded the championship trophy for the first time and it was named after Norman Brooks.
In a blink of an eye, eighty-one years had passed. The book was passed down from generation to generation and now it was in Gawain's hands.
The trophy is heavier than one could imagine. It presses heavily on my arms. I can feel the weight of this championship and the weight of historical heritage.
Time and years have transformed the names of champions into one after another, and the records are engraved on the trophy. Next, Gawain's name will be the next one.
In an instant, my emotions began to surge again.
His fingertips lightly stroked the names on the trophy base, then Gawain grabbed the base with both hands, lifted it high, and was crowned on top!
Ahhh! Ohhhh! Roar! The whole place roared with thunder, mighty and continuous. Everyone's heart surged with excitement, because they were witnessing the birth of another history.
This time, it is the Australian fans' turn to be left alone and helpless.
Even the Serbian fans seemed relieved and stood up to applaud Gao Wen.
The host fans were the only exception, as the roar of the entire stadium surrounded and engulfed them.
Competitive sports transcend winning or losing, race, national boundaries, age, gender, and even differences. The pure and simple competitive spirit that constantly challenges oneself and one's limits, purely pursuing the ultimate in humanity, is the most beautiful, moving, and shining.
Tonight, Gao Wen demonstrated this with his actions.
The ups and downs, twists and turns, and desperate reversals of the game process condensed Gao Wen's two-week journey in Melbourne Park into the glory of this moment.
Australian fans looked at Gawain holding the championship trophy high, his tearful eyes filled with the sea of stars, which were the light of dreams and the power of faith.
Even across the entire stadium, one could deeply feel the excitement pounding, burning, and gushing out in Gawain's chest.
Involuntarily, the host fans' hearts also started beating fast.
Who can refuse such a game?
So, should they cheer for Gawain? Should they applaud Gawain? Should they abandon their prejudices and positions and pay tribute to this game?
"Come on, Gawain!"
"Good job, Gawain!"
"Girl Knight, I love you!"
Gao Wen put the Norman Brooks Challenge Cup back on the podium, stood in front of the microphone, and prepared to give a speech, but found that the scene could not calm down.
Sure enough, it was still the iconic noise of Melbourne Park.
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Moreover, tonight is different from last year's Flushing. Although Gao Wen still plays the role of a dark horse who rebels against his superiors, he is no longer an unknown person.
In just half a year, many things have changed.
Gao Wen glanced at the microphone in front of him and replied casually.
"Thank you. Although I want to answer 'Me too', considering that my mother has never heard me say this, she should be staring at me right now, so I can only say this much."
……Hahaha.
Rod Laver Arena was totally unprepared for Gawain's response and instantly became a sea of laughter.
This ability to adapt to changing circumstances is really amazing.
The corners of Gao Wen's mouth also rose slightly, and he returned to the topic and continued.
"Thank you, thank you for coming to this stadium to watch the game tonight."
"I have been looking forward to playing on this court for a long time, because I heard that this court is engraved with a famous quote from Mr. Rod Laver, 'The most vulnerable moment in a tennis match is when you are leading', which is also my motto, so I have been looking forward to playing on this court."
"Tonight, the dream finally came true."
"It's an honor, but I'm a little unsure. I hope the audience enjoys the game tonight."
Having said that, he paused for a moment and looked around the audience.
A double entendre.
This year, Gowen played against three giants in three games at Rod Laver Arena. In addition, due to off-field reasons, he has never been the favorite of the audience. Overwhelming boos are the norm, which eventually evolved into tonight's "seven-point chaos", which is undoubtedly another history.
Now, Gawain is asking:
Australia, did you enjoy the game?
This is a sarcasm and a ridicule, light but clever, sharp and intelligent.
Then, the cheers slowly gathered, becoming more and more violent, cheerful and intense, and in a blink of an eye they had turned into a rolling wave of whistles and applause, roaring throughout the venue like the Milky Way falling from the sky, and the gurgling and boiling air turned into a sea of fire, spreading vigorously.
(End of this chapter)