Make a fist and look up.
Smile, bloom.
Won.
When it was confirmed that the winning point was achieved with the last forehand, Gao Wen did not cheer or roar. He just clenched his fists and looked up at the audience stands.
turbulent.
Surging.
combustion.
Even though Paris is facing a violent storm, and the thick clouds rolling overhead look like the end of the world, the attendance rate at the Philippe-Chatier Stadium still easily exceeded 60%, and the wonderful strong collision saved the preparations. The footsteps that left the scene, all those steps now stood up, fighting the storm with applause, cheers, and shouts, creating another stormy wave at the scene.
In the bustling rolling waves, Gawain saw his team——
Gao Hongli is clenching his fist, Jiang Yanyun is also clenching his fist; Sampras is clenching his fist, Peart is clenching his fist, and Tobias is also clenching his fist.
One or two, standing with passionate fists, waving their fists enthusiastically, shouting, celebrating, and venting.
Only Agassi is the exception.
Agassi stood quietly, calm and calm, just applauding, just watching, just conveying the surge in his heart with his eyes.
In the clay court season, Roland Garros, they were burdened with too many expectations and under too much pressure. The whole world was spinning at double speed. But in the end, they still seized the opportunity to achieve a breakthrough and played a thrilling three-hour battle for the second consecutive round. Pass the test, defeat the locals and hope to advance to the quarterfinals——
It may sound like nothing, but Sampras and Agassi clearly understand how difficult this is at Roland Garros; moreover, they have advanced to the quarterfinals in three consecutive Grand Slams. This is already a height that countless professional players cannot reach in their lifetimes.
Only they know how much Gawain paid behind this victory.
At this moment, I am excited and even more moved.
Emotionally.
Then, Agassiz saw the smile blooming at the corner of Gawain's mouth, and the corners of his mouth also rose together, and happiness filled his chest.
A joy, a happiness, a contentment, pure and simple.
Gao Wen clenched his fists tightly, smiled broadly, and trotted towards the net, waiting for Tsonga.
Tsonga, a little disappointed——
When he entered the final set from the fourth set, he sincerely believed that he had the initiative, that he could win, and that the opportunity was here for him.
He was able to defeat Gao Wen, return to the top eight, and move forward with the hope of winning the championship on home soil.
However……
it's over.
Everything is finally over.
He thought that he had tried his best, unreservedly, and burned up the last bit of energy, so that he could face any result calmly; however, emotions such as unwillingness, bitterness, regret, sadness, and anger were still rushing through his chest. Closing your eyes is full of pain.
Perhaps, it is precisely because Tsonga has tried his best, but still cannot win, as if he has touched his own limit. At Roland Garros, this is his upper limit, and he can no longer go further. The local hope of winning the championship It is destined to be a illusory mirage.
Everyone said that Tsonga got the top draw this year. He will face Gao Wen in the 8/8 area. Among the top four seeds, the clay court is the weakest. He will face Nadal in the 4/4 area. There is no doubt that this year’s clay court will be the best. The lowest point of Wang's career; against Federer in the second half, the overall clay court season performance was unsatisfactory.
In other words, Tsonga successfully avoided the two favorites, Djokovic and Murray, and is very hopeful to stand out in the bottom half.
Of course, Tsonga has just returned from injury and his condition needs further adjustment, which also depends on his on-the-spot performance.
The first three rounds went smoothly and the performance was strong. It can be clearly felt that Tsonga has entered the state, and the local media are all excited——
Who knows, maybe this year will indeed be Tsonga's best chance.
but……
The eyes and applause of the entire Philippe-Chatier Stadium were piled on Tsonga's shoulders, and the sadness and powerlessness became more intense——
Because he realized that he might never be able to repay those expectations.
Suddenly, my nose felt a little sore.
Tsonga lowered his head and rubbed his nose, and his steps were already in front of the net.
Tezon took a deep breath, collected his emotions, smiled, and gave Gawain a big bear hug:
No matter what, Gawain deserves this victory.
"Congratulations." Tsonga's words were concise and concise, but his words definitely came from the sincerity.
Gawain's voice came to his ears, "At least we fought together until the end."
This short sentence made Tsonga slightly stunned——
Competitive sports are always cruel and cold-blooded, because every game needs to determine the winner, and there can only be one champion.
When all eyes are focused on the champion, there are thousands of "losers" piled up behind the podium, hiding in the shadows.
However, without these losers, how can we witness the glory of victory?
"Every great champion has a great opponent" is definitely not a chicken soup for the soul.
The glory and greatness of the Big Four is precisely because in this era, one "Tsonga" has emerged one after another. Their excellence and excellence have made the Big Four shine supremely. When people praise and worship the Big Four, We must never forget that Tsonga is also the hero of our times.
The same is true for this game——
A full three hours and fourteen minutes of fierce battle, a five-set battle with red bayonets. Both players have pushed themselves to the extreme and then broken the limit to a higher level. They kept burning and releasing, fighting without reservation. At the last moment, we join forces to deliver a classic.
Everyone is amazing.
The words were not complicated, but they were crucial. They pressed heavily on Tsonga's heart, parting the clouds and allowing him to see his true self again:
Boiling blood, hot sweat, trembling knees, hollowed out soul.
He fought to the last moment.
My mood gradually brightened up like this.
Tsonga patted Gawain's back again, "Thank you."
He didn't say much until he clicked, but when he let go of the hug, you could see that the weight on the corners of Tsonga's mouth seemed to be much lighter.
Although this game has just ended, Tsonga is already looking forward to the next meeting with Gawain——
"Next time, let's meet in person."
After saying that, Tsonga turned around and took steps without waiting for Gawain's reaction.
On the TV screen, Gawain watched Tsonga leave, and then laughed heartily, but he had no idea what Tsonga had just said to Gawain.
The corners of Pulan's mouth also rose together, her heart was pounding and beating in her chest, and all the blood in her body was rushing toward her heart. Then, she saw Gawain return to the field, without clenching his fists in celebration, but with a smile on his face. He waved his hand and showed great restraint.
It can be seen that Paris and Melbourne are different after all——
Here, after defeating the host players, Gao Wen did not rub salt into the wounds of the home audience. He greeted the victory with a smile and thanked his opponents with a smile.
The audience at the Philippe Chartier Stadium looked at Gawain with a smile on his face, and applause continued one after another, for Gawain and for this game.
This is really a special treat.
Involuntarily, Pu Lan also clapped along with him.
(End of chapter)
