Roland Garros, fifth round, Nadal VS Gauvin.
Score, "4:6", "7:5", "6:4", "6:2".
Time, "03:40".
The electronic bulletin board at the Philippe-Chatier Stadium records game information.
The game is over; history is born.
A miracle is happening.
However, there were no cheers, no exclamations, no applause, no noise, no noise, nothing. The whole place was completely silent, just watching the court quietly, and watching the figure who fought to the end.
Heart, trembling slightly.
Then, someone finally moved——
Gawain.
An unexpected but reasonable figure.
When the last point was fulfilled, Gawain did not celebrate, but stood there breathing heavily and quietly feeling this moment:
Feel the heartbeat, feel the blood, feel the joy and release after exhaustion, feel the turbulence and trembling in the silence of the whole place, feel the brief stop of time, and feel the wantonness of the world spinning.
Victory is very important, very important, there is no doubt about it; but what is sweeter and happier than victory is the breakthrough after challenging the limit, the progress after challenging oneself, and the joy after challenging the idol, mixed with happiness Mixed emotions of sadness and sorrow flowed on the tip of the tongue.
He raised his head and found his player box among the audience.
Gao Wen saw Gao Hongli and Jiang Yanyun, and also saw Peart and Tobias, but more importantly, he saw Sampras and Agassi.
Sampras was a little embarrassed. He kept wiping his eyes with his sleeves, but the more he wiped them, the redder he became. A smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and tears fell with him. This made him feel uncomfortable all over, and he turned around to hide it, even worse than himself. I was still happy when I broke through in the second week at Roland Garros.
Agassiz stood up and straightened his back. He had no expression or movement. He just stared at Gawain quietly, but he did not realize that his shoulders were completely tense. He used all his strength to open his chest and lift his chin. , greeting the world's attention with bright eyes.
Caught off guard, Gawain's eyes heated up slightly and he was filled with emotion.
They worked hard all the way, struggled all the way, tensed all the way, with awe and vigilance, and endured doubts and pressure, but they finally came to this step——
The top four.
The semi-finals of Roland Garros.
Emotionally!
Before the start of the clay court season, after the Roland Garros draw was announced, it was a position that they could not even imagine or aspire to.
But they took one step at a time and finally achieved a breakthrough.
The smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly.
Then, Gawain finally controlled himself, shook his head slightly, as if he couldn't believe this victory, and looked back to the opposite side.
At a glance, Gawain saw Nadal, the Spanish god of war who fought with all his strength to the last moment even though he was defeated gloriously. Although he could leave Roland Garros with his head held high, he rarely saw Nadal hanging his head. .
His body was overstretched, and his knees and arms were shaking slightly uncontrollably. He didn't even notice it. Hot sweat continued to flow downwards, and his whole body was soaked in fatigue.
The fatigue radiating from the depths of his soul bound his ankles.
Gao Wen couldn't imagine what this game meant to Nadal. After all, he still had too little career experience. He couldn't imagine standing in a venue where he had won nine times but only lost one game. The taste and feeling of losing the second game at the end of the hard work, but he could guess that it was a strong emotion that was not easy to let go.
Gao Wen stepped forward, he wanted to give Nadal all the respect, because of this game, and because of everything in this year's clay court season.
Gao Wen did not stand in front of the net and wait, but walked around the net and walked straight towards Nadal. The eyes of Philippe Chatier and even Roland Garros fell on Gao Wen's footsteps.
After half a beat, Nadal finally came to his senses, raised his head and saw Gawain.
Nadal also immediately took steps to meet him, but at this time, you can see that his steps are a little staggering. With his heavy steps, you can clearly feel the pull and drag of gravity like shackles.
However, Nadal showed a smile on his face, a little bit of relief, a little bit of appreciation, and expressed congratulations in this way. He took the lead in extending his right hand and opened his arms to hug Gawain, sincerely conveying his blessings. .
Gawain also held Nadal's right hand and then gave his friend a hug.
"exciting competition."
Nadal also hugged Gawain heavily. For a moment, he was filled with emotion, his nose was slightly sour, and an indescribable emotion surged up.
It's not sadness or regret, but a sense of joyful wantonness and relief, mixed with a bit of melancholy and loss. Words can't describe it at all.
After thinking about it, Nadal showed a smile, patted Gawain's back, and said in Gawain's ear.
"Thank you for fighting until the end."
It was a respect and respect, and Nadal felt it from Gawain.
Heavily and deeply, Nadal hugged Gawain, saying nothing, using all his strength to convey those complicated and intertwined emotions in a hug. He was not good at words, and this had never been his strong point. , he always prefers to show respect with actions rather than words.
However.
An overwhelming wave of emotions mixed with happiness and bitterness came over him. His breath was cut off in an instant, and the last bit of energy in his body seemed to be released. His knees softened, his calves trembled, and he almost lost his balance. Nadal reluctantly He relies on Gawain to stay standing.
In an instant, Gawain could clearly feel the overwhelming energy——
It's like a mental coma. All the strength supporting the body was withdrawn and collapsed, and the whole person collapsed, with the weight of the whole body sinking.
Without words, Gawain could feel the same feeling. It was the emptiness after trying his best, the chaos after burning out, the real run out of ammunition and food. Standing on the court today, Nadal truly had no reservations. The fight went down to the last minute, which is worthy of respect.
Gao Wen quickly passed through Nadal's arms and barely supported Nadal's body with his body, but the overwhelming weight rolled down and he was almost unable to stand.
"Rafa? Are you okay?"
Nadal leaned on Gawain, took a deep breath, and barely regained some sense. He used his willpower to control his body, and used Gawain's body as a crutch to regain his balance. The pressure on the building that was about to tip was slightly relieved.
Looking up, Nadal could see his friend's worried expression, and he grinned.
"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile. Don't forget, I'm much stronger than you."
Rarely, Gawain didn't go back as a joke.
Nadal patted Gao Wen's back gently to express comfort, and his smile became more relaxed.
"Don't believe me? Otherwise, let's play another game. Do you think I can run?"
(End of chapter)
