ha! Hahaha!
The whole crowd laughed.
A ball of joy.
Not to mention Dimitrov, even Verdasco and Ferrer on the other side of the net were amused and both laughed, and the tense atmosphere of the game instantly collapsed.
Dimitrov quickly trotted all the way to the net, patted Gao Wen's shoulder, and repeatedly comforted him, "It's okay, it's just a mistake. This will happen."
Gawain straightened his body slightly, but still lowered his head. He approached Dimitrov slightly and asked quietly, "Is everyone still staring at us?"
Dimitrov: ...
When the game is going on, of course the spectators need to look towards the court, otherwise where should they look? Looking at the sky?
Looking at Gao Wen who was upset because of his mistake and ashamed of being embarrassed, it occurred to him that Gao Wen, who was so dominating on the court, was actually only nineteen years old.
Usually in the singles arena, Gao Wen always gives people a firm and high-spirited impression. Only in the doubles arena can you see a different look.
Dimitrov suppressed the raised corners of his mouth, "Don't worry, everyone can make mistakes, there is no need to feel bad because of a mistake, really."
At this moment——
Gawain raised his head and showed a shallow smile to Dimitrov, "Yes, the truth is so simple. It applies to me, but why doesn't it apply to you? The same truth , you should also understand."
The smile is light and upward, but there is no trace of frustration and shame just now.
Face-changing in Sichuan Opera is not so magical, right?
Dimitrov: ...
stunned.
Jaw-dropping.
"Wait, Gawain, so was I just teased?" Dimitrov felt that he was a little behind the pace.
Gawain did not speak, but showed a bright smile, with neat and white teeth, just like a shark.
Dimitrov: ...can he curse?
Gawain patted Dimitrov on the shoulder, "Focus, focus! The game is not over yet, next are the opponent's two serves."
Dimitrov: #%&@#*! …
He simply couldn't believe that Gawain could actually play pranks during the game? What is the unique structure in that guy's head?
However, I feel relaxed inexplicably, so what’s going on?
Quietly, the heavy burden on my shoulders seemed to lighten a little. Even if I didn't have time to think carefully because the game was still going on, I could still feel my mind broadening, as if... it was as if I could feel it during the game. To joy and happiness in general.
The thought passed by in a flash.
Immediately, Dimitrov collected his thoughts and refocused on the game.
"3:4".
The combination of Gao Wen and Dimitrov took the lead in encountering a mini break and fell behind in the tenth game.
Next, the game is still tight.
First, Ferrer saved his two service points, and then Gao Wen also saved his two service points, and the score did not widen the gap.
Then--
ACE!
Verdasco fired an inside corner ACE at 196 kilometers per hour.
boom!
With the muffled sound of the tennis ball hitting the bottom line billboard, Verdasco raised his arms high and shouted, celebrating the victory of the game.
"5:7".
Buzz buzz.
The heat wave was rolling in the No. 2 stadium, and the rustling chatter was mixed with cheers, whistles, screams, and shouts. The air was so hot and distorted that it seemed like you could see a mirage.
Ferrer turned around and saw Verdasco, who was stepping forward to shake hands after the game. He spread his hands and explained quickly in Spanish.
You don’t need to understand Spanish at all to guess the meaning of the words:
"Grab ten!"
"Fernando, this is a tiebreaker!"
The deciding set, not the tie-break.
Ferrer and Verdasco took the lead with seven points, but there were still three points left before victory, and it was not time to celebrate yet.
Verdasco has question marks all over his head.
In the hot and dehydrated desert environment, my brain worked a little slowly. I looked at Ferrer and was stunned. I didn't react, so I looked at the referee.
"Puch", Ferrer laughed directly, looking at Verdasco's back, feeling helpless and funny.
In fact, Gawain and Dimitrov were also a little confused. After all, they had too little time to participate in the doubles, and they were half a beat too late to react.
"Is this a close call?"
"I'm not sure. Anyway, the game is not over yet. Why don't we try hard and see?"
On that side, after the referee concluded, Verdasco finally reacted, hit his head with the racket, and then raised his hand in the direction of Gao Wen and others.
"Sorry, I'm a little dizzy."
Ho ho ho!
Boom boom boom!
The entire audience burst into laughter, and the atmosphere at the end of the game, which had just become tense for a short time, became cheerful again. Applause and whistles came one after another, and they sent out signals with practical actions:
Can’t get enough of this game.
The game continues.
It's still Verdasco who serves.
The first serve went down the net. It seemed that he was affected by what had just happened, so that Verdasco's attention did not have time to recover, and the serve was pushed down too hard.
Second serve.
Dimitrov was already ready to receive the serve, his calf muscles were completely tense, and he kicked the ground continuously to fully activate his body's center of gravity.
move!
Attack!
Then……
"Out of bounds!"
Before Dimitrov even touched the ball, the sound came, not from the baseline linesman, but from the baseline linesman in the service area, making a firm gesture.
There was a thunder on the ground and it exploded.
Verdasco was stunned.
Gawain and Ferrell were also stunned.
Dimitrov reflexively hit a forehand and swept the tennis ball back diagonally.
The next second——
boom!
Laughter, applause, whistles, shouts, and shouts, all intertwined, making it very lively.
Verdasco finally came to his senses, scratched his head, and stood there with his hands on his hips, for a moment, like a lost child at a crossroads.
Double fault!
An ace paired with a double fault.
Verdasco's two service points were considered crisp and clean.
Just like no one expected that Gao Wen's low-level high-pressure error would give him the first service point of the tiebreaker, no one expected that Verdasco would send a return gift in such a way.
So, is this a new interpretation of reciprocity?
"6:7".
After ten rounds, the two sides returned to the same starting line.
Dimitrov walked towards Gawain, and he could hear Gawain's voice coming along the breeze, "I guess, maybe we do still have a chance." His light words contained a little ridicule and joking, but there was no gloating. The taunt made Dimitrov's smile rise.
Immediately afterwards——
An ACE, "7:7".
A straight serve, "8:7".
Gao Wen's combination led the score.
After Dimitrov relaxed, he regained his serve power for a long time. The two serves were extremely easy and he had already won them without any effort.
His footsteps became lighter and quieter. Dimitrov took the initiative to walk towards Gawain, raised his right hand high, and the two high-fived him in celebration.
"So, how should we score the next point?"
Dimitrov asked proactively, because the next point was for Ferrer to serve and Gao Wen to receive the serve, so he asked Gao Wen about his tactical layout.
After a long absence, he found the joy of standing on the court again.
(End of chapter)
