Match Point: Chapter 1827 not the end

torment.

For Jiang Yanyun, this was indeed a torture, and she couldn't bear to continue watching.

Although every time she was injured, she kept telling herself that this was the price of competitive sports. If she felt distressed by a minor injury, it would be better to give up the idea of ​​​​a career as soon as possible and choose another way out.

But... that was her child. She watched the child grow up little by little, from a toddler to a tall man.

She understood the truth, but she still couldn't bear it.

Jiang Yanyun did not change her gaze and forced herself to look at Gao Wen on the court. Her child had his back to the court and tried his best to stay calm. He was sweating profusely as if he had been fished out of the water, even if he was just standing there. The muscles of his right calf were still trembling slightly.

Involuntarily, his vision blurred.

Jiang Yanyun quickly lowered her head to wipe her tears and hurriedly covered up her embarrassment. She couldn't let Gao Wen see this scene, otherwise Gao Wen would be distracted.

However-

A figure next to him stood up, waved his arms vigorously to make an "X" gesture, and kept drawing his forearms back.

"To retire."

He said.

Jiang Yanyun turned his head and saw Gao Hongli's stern face. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he still showed some severity.

Normally, Gao Hongli is always the calmer and more rational one. No matter whether he is injured or encounters setbacks, Gao Hongli always firmly believes that Gao Wen should be allowed to go and explore on his own. Only in this way can he grow up.

But today, Gao Hongli couldn’t stand it anymore—

Defending the title, so what?

Number one in the world, so what?

Grand Slam championship, youth storm, global business market development opportunities, etc., so what?

Even if all the pressure in the world is borne on Gawain's shoulders, so what?

He doesn't care.

The only thing he hopes is that Gawain is healthy. Nothing is worth trading his life and happiness for. What's more, it's not like Gawain didn't work hard. He fought hard, tried, and persisted. This is enough.

First an abdominal muscle strain, then an ankle sprain, the universe is sending a signal that maybe it’s time to call it quits this year, since there’s still a long way to go.

Occasionally, they should also learn to give up, otherwise, it will be easy to break.

"To retire!"

Gao Hongli was very determined and looked at Gao Wen on the court and made gestures.

Even if the whole world stands on the opposite side of Gawain and condemns Gawain's choice to retire, so what? He, Gao Hongli, is willing to take all the responsibility for making Gao Wen withdraw from the competition.

"Hongli!"

Jiang Yanyun was so surprised that he couldn't help but call out.

Gao Hongli was a little angry.

"The child is injured like this, so why fight? Is it the end of the world if he loses this game?"

"I do not believe."

Then, Gao Hongli looked at Tobias.

"Can you contact Gao Wen? Or the referee, or the medical staff, ask them to tell Gao Wen to withdraw from the game, just say it was me."

In a rare moment, Gao Hongli became angry.

There was silence in the players' box, no one dared to respond directly to Gao Hongli.

The air was slightly tight.

"I support."

Someone spoke, it was Sampras.

Sampras took a deep breath. He could feel the eyes of everyone. He thought for a moment, then nodded and expressed his affirmation again.

"Let's quit the game."

They should not seize the day, after all, the future is long.

Before this year's US Open, the impact of various pressures and accidents was so severe and anxious that they were also burdened with heavy shackles.

But calm down, put aside all off-field factors, and return to the game itself and the players themselves. The correct answer is already in front of you.

Gao Hongli looked at the court again—

Gao Wen had returned to the baseline again and raised his head slightly to look at the players' box. Gao Hongli immediately made a gesture and mouthed the words.

"To retire!"

"There is no need to continue to insist, there is no need for you to prove yourself."

Buzz, buzz buzz.

The sun is scorching hot and the air is boiling.

The director of Arthur Ashe Stadium noticed this scene, immediately captured the movement in the Gowan player box, and switched the screen.

Then, live cameras around the world saw this scene.

Zhan Jun took a deep breath.

"Just now, Gao Wen's father, Mr. Gao Hongli, made a gesture, probably asking Gao Wen to withdraw from the competition."

There was some silence.

"...The situation is indeed not good."

"Suffering the second injury in a short period of time, it is clear that Gao Wen's body is protesting. This year's hot weather in New York has posed a severe test."

"In the long run, it was a wise decision to retire."

"Maybe."

Zhan Jun's words were a little difficult.

"Perhaps Gawain should withdraw from the competition."

Both Zhan Jun and Hu Litao knew the turmoil that Gao Wen's withdrawal might bring. After all, they had met once seven years ago. Everything in front of them was so familiar, like a reincarnation, it was happening again.

But this time, none of them want Gawain to make the same mistake again.

Perhaps, the only thing they can do is to use the commentator to give objective advice and rational analysis to relieve some pressure on Gawain.

Hu Litao understands, he understands everything.

Exhaling gently, he also provided help to Zhan Jun.

"Of course, Gawain doesn't want to withdraw from the competition."

"He has been trying and persisting, but his physical condition really cannot persist, so it is a wiser decision to withdraw from the competition."

To retire?

Gawain saw it.

Has he thought about it?

Of course, not just once or twice.

What should be considered for the long term, what is not necessary to stick to one game, what injuries are more important than anything else, what is the first thing to continue your career is to stay healthy...

He understands all the truth.

He also wants to retire, and everything will be much easier.

But the problem is that life is not that simple, and neither is competitive sports, right?

In fact, UU reads www.uukanshu. com Gao Wen was not worried about off-field factors and pressure at all, nor was he worried about the reactions of fans and sponsors. He was purely just thinking about the game.

He wanted to try again.

On the one hand, he doesn't want to leave the game as the defending champion.

On the other hand, he didn't want to give up easily, he just wanted to fight again.

This is how he has been walking all this time -

Live your life again, go all out and leave no regrets.

After all, in this life, everything is an extra gain. He is not greedy and is very satisfied, so he will enjoy every day to the fullest.

It was like this before, it is like this now, and it will continue to be like this in the future.

He still wants to fight hard.

Raising his head, Gao Wen could see the faces in the players' box. On the contrary, he was neither depressed nor disappointed, and the smile on his lips rose.

Gao Wen made a salute towards the player's box, and then walked towards the bottom line again.

"Hah!"

Hu Litao's voice paused slightly and he took a breath.

Zhan Jun was also very surprised. He didn't realize that his voice was a little hoarse.

"Gao Wen was not ready to retire. He, he returned to the baseline and was ready to continue serving."

"Gawain is still ready to continue trying."

"Like the game against Tsonga in Toronto, like Melbourne at the beginning of the year, then Roland Garros, and then Wimbledon, Gauvin is still the same Gauvin, and he is ready to continue fighting."

"It may be difficult, it may be hopeless, and it may be counterproductive to fight to the end, but he is still prepared to stand and fight to the end."

The sun is still shining brightly at Arthur Ashe Stadium, making it dizzyingly bright.

The game score is "0:2", and the sub-score is "15:40", on the edge of the cliff.

(end of this chapter)