"fighting!"
A shout came from the direction of the players' dugout. Li Zhe reflexively looked over at the sound and saw Gao Wen standing up.
He stood tall and straight, his eyes were cool, and he gave impassioned support loudly. He clenched his right fist, raised his arms, and shouted loudly, one voice after another, and he kept shouting.
fighting.
Not to cheer, but to fight.
Involuntarily, Li Zhe remembered Gawain's words: The battle never stops! Keep fighting!
Every game is a struggle for Gawain, burning his blood, igniting his spirit, and draining the last bit of energy deep in his soul.
Give it your all.
nothing left.
In the depths of Gawain's eyes, what shines is not only the desire for victory, but also a challenge, an impact, a release, and a burning passion.
Really inject all the enthusiasm and high spirits of life into this golf course.
Li Zhe could see the burning flame deep in his soul, and his unswerving faith, weighing heavily on his chest through his eyes and shouts.
"fighting."
The depths of Li Zhe's throat also surged. Two simple syllables collided together, but a faint spark burst out.
Turning his head, Li Zhe saw Zhang Ze who was constantly jumping on the spot and mobilizing his body.
Zhang Ze is still persisting and working hard, but his body language does not lie. He can still see that he is at the end of his strength and his physical fitness has indeed bottomed out.
It doesn't matter, this is doubles, they are partners, they are comrades, they need to take care of each other, if Zhang Ze can't stand it, then he will shoulder more responsibilities.
In fact, some people will definitely say -
Zhang Ze and Gao Wen have won two singles matches in a row, and there will be another singles match between Gao Wen tomorrow, which also means that China can basically guarantee victory.
Therefore, the outcome of the doubles match is not as important as imagined. There is no need to force emotions and passion. This is not a cliff edge. Even if the game is lost, it does not mean that the Davis Cup team competition will be lost. They really don't need to be so tragic and tragic.
Li Zhe knows these, he knows them all, but competitive sports should not be like this. "Winning or losing doesn't matter." Team competitions should not be like this. "It doesn't matter if you lose. You still have teammates anyway." This is not the correct way of playing. Way to open; not to mention, he doesn't just play to win.
And myself.
He is already twenty-nine years old. The best results in his career are two men's doubles championships in the Challenger League. In addition, he has entered the main draw of the Magic Masters for three consecutive years, but lost in the first round of all of them.
Then, there is no more, this is all. Since 2005, it has been ten years since I entered the professional arena this year, but I have always been wallowing in the Challenge and Hope Tournaments. I don’t even have many singles wins in the Challenge. What’s more, Most of them still compete with young players in the Hope Game.
So, what about the future?
He can't see a future in professional tennis, but the funny thing is that for the past ten years, this has been his career and his source of income.
This is his life, this is his life. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is the life of a loser, but to him, this is all he has.
His youth, his blood, his fighting spirit, his high spirits, his smile and tears were all condensed on the mustard yellow tennis ball at that moment.
The threshold of thirty seemed to be right in front of him. He thought more than once, where is the future? What else can he do after leaving this arena?
No matter whether you stay or turn around, everything is at a loss and no light can be seen.
Even now, this is still the case.
But the difference is that he wants to seize the "now" moment, he wants to fight hard, he wants to burn, and he wants to shine with his own light.
Not to prove anything, not to prove myself to anyone, not for those long ten years, just for myself and this moment.
Perhaps, in the vast universe, he is just a tiny speck of dust, but even the smallest and faintest speck of dust is his entire world, and he is still working tirelessly and diligently to shine. , intertwined with other lights to become the brilliance of the night sky.
In real life, there are people who can bloom proudly, lighting up a corner like the North Star; there are people who are unknown but still working hard to live and struggle. He is also fighting and struggling, and he is also looking forward to his light becoming a star. A ray of light shining into someone's gloomy life.
He is also trying to live.
Gawain said, nineteen years old, so what? Then he summited in Flushing.
So, twenty-nine, so what?
"fighting!"
Gawain shouted, and Li Zhe's blood couldn't help but boil. The more extreme the situation, the more difficult and dangerous the situation, the stronger his fighting spirit became.
It's for victory, but it's not just for victory.
Then, Li Zhe clenched his fists and shouted in a low voice.
"Ah!"
In this way, he encouraged himself and wanted to fight.
Buzz buzz.
The air in the abs stadium is surging, as if it is only now that the climax of today's game is finally ushered in.
In the players' dugout, everyone exchanged glances, but found that the focus and focus could not be focused at all, and then they withdrew their gaze and continued to stare at the court.
To a certain extent, Gawain was even more focused and nervous than when he was standing on the court——
When players are involved in the game, they are actually less nervous.
The attention is completely focused on the game, thinking about how to play and layout the next point. There is no time to think about the score, and no time to be nervous and worried, otherwise the ever-changing game will quickly lose control.
But now, they have to sit on the sidelines and cannot do anything except cheer, because the initiative to change the situation is not in their hands. Disorganized thoughts are spreading in their brains, and their hearts are almost stopping.
No wonder there are so many high blood pressure and heart disease coaches in football and basketball, it is indeed a hard job.
Suddenly, my heart started to rise, and my throat was blocked. I held my breath unconsciously, concentrated on it, and clenched my fists so hard that my knuckles turned slightly white:
Game, continue.
Zhang Ze is ready to serve.
Break point.
Outside corner!
Zhang Ze and Li Zhe chose a tactical coordination, which is also one of the classic doubles routines.
Zhang Ze was in the second area and chose the outside corner to serve, opening up the angle and forcing Daniel, who was responsible for receiving the serve, to return to the diagonal line. At the same time, Li Zhe tactically grabbed the net, moved laterally to the left, and intercepted Daniel's return line. Create an effect comparable to volleyball blocking and establish an advantage.
The tactic worked!
Li Zhe appeared on the tennis flight path with a diving leap, intercepted a diagonal line, and aimed at Stike who was standing in front of the net diagonally opposite, preparing to establish an advantage in front of the net.
Chase and kill!
boom!
The tennis ball rushed towards Steck's body like a missile.
Everything happened too fast, Stike was killed by surprise, there was no room to think, and even the reaction time was very limited.
In the flash of lightning, Stike could only rely entirely on his instinctive conditioned reflex, reaching out to intercept and pat his back, a subconscious action.
Stop... Stop it!
Incredibly, Stike actually... stopped him!
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