Match Point: Chapter 1435 Hats off

Chapter 1436 Hats off

Roland Garros, fifth round, Nadal VS Gawain.

Score, "4:6", "7:5", "6:4", "6:2".

When used, "03:40".

The electronic signboard at the Philippe Chatier Stadium records game information.

The game is over; history is born.

A miracle is happening.

However, there was no cheering, no exclamation, no applause, no loud noise, nothing, the audience was completely silent, just quietly watching the stadium, quietly watching the figure who fought to the end.

Heart trembling slightly.

Then, finally, someone moved—

Gao Wen.

An unexpected but reasonable figure.

The last point was cashed, Gao Wen did not celebrate, but stood still and breathed deeply, feeling this moment quietly:

Feel the heartbeat, feel the blood, feel the carefreeness and release after exhaustion, feel the turbulence and trembling of the silence of the audience, feel the short stop of time, feel the wanton spinning of the world.

Victory is very important, very 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 yourself, and the joy after challenging the idol, mixed with happiness Mixed emotions of sadness and sadness surged on the tip of the tongue.

He raised his head and found his player's box among the audience.

Gao Wen saw Gao Hongli and Jiang Yanyun, Pelt and Tobias, but more importantly, he saw Sampras and Agassi.

Sampras was a little embarrassed. He kept wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his clothes, but the rubbing became redder and redder. The smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed, and tears fell along with it. I was still happy in the second week of my breakthrough at Roland Garros that year.

Agassi stood up straight, without expression or movement, just watching Gawain quietly, but he didn't realize that his shoulders were completely tense, and he opened his chest and raised his jaw with all his strength. , eyes bright to meet the eyes of the world.

Caught off guard, Gao Wen's eyes felt slightly hot, filled with emotion.

Working hard all the way, struggling all the way, being tense all the way, holding awe and vigilance, bearing doubts and pressure, but they finally came to this step—

Final Four.

Final Four at Roland Garros.

Emotionally!

Before the start of the clay court season, after the signing of Roland-Garros, they could not even imagine or expect a position.

But they took one step at a time, and finally completed a breakthrough.

The smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly.

Then, Gao Wen finally controlled himself, shook his head slightly, as if he couldn't believe this victory, and turned his gaze to the opposite side.

At a glance, Gawain saw Nadal, the Spanish **** of war who fought with all his strength until the last moment, although he was able to leave Roland Garros with his head held high, but it was rare to see Nadal bowing his head .

His body was overdrawn, his knees and arms trembled uncontrollably, and he didn't even realize it. Hot sweat continued to flow down, and his whole body was soaked in a mass of exhaustion.

The tiredness emanating from the depths of his soul bound his ankles.

Gao Wen couldn't imagine what this game meant to Nadal. After all, his career experience was still too little. He couldn't imagine standing on a field where he had won nine championships but only lost one game. Finally, he ushered in the taste and feeling of the second defeat with all his strength, but he could guess that it was a strong emotion that was not so easy to let go.

Gawain strode forward, wanting to pay Nadal all respect for this match and for everything this year on clay.

Gao Wen did not stand in front of the net and waited, 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.

Half a beat later, Nadal finally came back to his senses, raised his head and saw Gao Wen.

Nadal also immediately stepped forward and stepped forward, but it can be seen at this time that his footsteps are a little staggered, and his heavy steps can clearly feel the pull and drag of gravity like shackles.

However, Nadal showed a smile on his face, a little relieved, a little bit relieved, and a little bit of admiration. He expressed his congratulations in this way, and took the lead in extending his right hand and opening his arms to hug Gao Wen, sincerely conveying his blessings .

Gao Wen also held Nadal's right hand, and then gave his friend a hug.

"exciting competition."

Nadal also hugged Gao Wen heavily. For a moment, he was filled with emotions, his nose was slightly sore, and an indescribable emotion surged up.

It's not sad or regretful, but there is a kind of carefree wantonness and relief, but mixed with a little melancholy loss, words can't describe it at all.

After thinking about it, Nadal showed a smile, patted Gao Wen's back, and said in Gao Wen's ear.

"Thank you for fighting till the end."

It was a kind of respect and respect, and Nadal felt it from Gao Wen.

Heavily and deeply, Nadal embraced Gao Wen, keeping everything silent, using all his strength to convey those intertwined emotions with a hug. He is not good at words, which has never been his strong point , Compared with words, he always tends to show respect with actions.

However.

A wave of emotions mixed with happiness and bitterness came overwhelmingly, and he cut off his breath in an instant, and the last bit of energy in his body seemed to be vented out. His knees softened, his calves trembled, and he almost lost his footing. Nadal reluctantly Relying on Gao Wen to keep standing.

In an instant, Gawain could clearly feel the overwhelming energy—

It's like a mental coma. All the strength supporting the body was pulled away and disintegrated, and the whole person collapsed like this, with the weight of the whole body sinking.

You don’t need words~www.mtlnovel.com~ Gao Wen can empathize with you. It’s the emptiness after exhausting everything, and the chaos after burning out. The real ammunition is exhausted. Standing on the court today, Nadal really He has no reservations and has been fighting to the last point and the last moment, which is worthy of respect.

Gao Wen hurriedly passed through Nadal's arm, and barely supported Nadal's body with his body, but the weight fell down so overwhelmingly that he was almost unable to stand.

"Rafa? Are you okay?"

Nadal leaned on Gawain, took a deep breath, managed to regain a sliver of sanity, controlled his body with willpower, and used Gawain's body as a crutch to regain his balance, and the pressure of the building's collapse was slightly relaxed.

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, Gao Wen didn't joke back.

Nadal patted Gao Wen's back lightly to express his 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 this chapter)