Match Point: Chapter 1963 Fighting constantly

Chapter 1963 Fighting constantly

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Plop!

Although words cannot accurately describe one ten thousandth of the mood at this moment, the turbulence, excitement, and fanaticism are beyond the limits of imagination.

But the heartbeat doesn't lie.

Firm, turbulent, intense.

One after another, it hit the chest hard, as if it was about to rush out in the next second, that powerful force roared in the body.

Then-

Dimitrov stared at the exhausted and crying figure on the court, stood up suddenly, and raised his right hand high.

There was only one thought in my mind, and without hesitation or hesitation, the words broke through the restraints and shouted out.

"Fight!"

It was only then that I realized that a simple word could carry all the passion and weight of emotions, and my heart skipped a beat.

Just by blurting out the words, the soul trembled slightly with hotness, so strong and so fierce that it fell into a ball of madness.

"Fight!"

Like never before, Dimitrov felt that fighting spirit and murderous intent flowing in his blood.

Once, he thought it was the desire for victory and the pursuit of perfection, but now it seems that he was wrong, very wrong.

It is definitely not only about victory and championship, but also an attitude, a posture and a spirit. It doesn't matter if you lose, the point is the belief in fighting to the last moment.

When he stood in front of Djokovic, he didn't feel this energy. Even though the technique was perfect and the tactics were perfect, it still didn't work.

But now, he felt it.

Selflessly, immersed, boiling, abandoning yourself without any image, join this carnival.

One sound after another, the more you shout, the more excited you become, and the more you shout, the more excited you are. The burning feeling sweeps across the board with the force of a prairie fire. Each soul melts and disintegrates in the rolling heat wave, connecting with the entire audience and the global audience. Breathe together and finally become part of Arthur Ashe Stadium.

The heart is beating.

"Fight!"

Nothing else is needed, all the bells and whistles are no longer needed, just a voice roaring from the depths of the soul.

Listen, this is the heartbeat of Arthur Ashe Stadium, this is the pulse of competitive sports, this is the collision of the heart of a champion who never gives up and fights to the end.

The shock spread to all parts of the world with Arthur Ashe Stadium as the center, and then converged towards Arthur Ashe Stadium from all over the world. The continuous heat waves and impacts were like ripples.

At this moment, Gawain is the heart of the world.

Gawain just lay quietly on the ground, feeling the heavy rain pouring down in the midsummer, and the scorching hot air turning into turbulent waves and sucking him into the storm.

Everything is so beautiful and dreamy, with no sense of reality at all—

More excited than the first time, happier than the second time.

Gawain thought that this was the third time and that he should be more mature and calm, but in fact, this time was different from any other time.

Thousands of thoughts were rushing to his mind, and he didn't even realize it. He just lay on the ground and felt this moment quietly.

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Then, he heard those cheers, and the emotions he had controlled burst out again. He was filled with emotions, and tears filled his eyes again.

call…

After exhaling a long breath, Gawain finally stood up, quickly wiped the embarrassment on his cheeks, and saw Djokovic head-on.

Despite losing the match, a defeat more bitter and painful than any before, Djokovic still showed his grace and took the initiative to go around the net to this side of the court and take a step towards Gao Wen, And he opened his arms and gave Gawain a hug.

"Excellent match," Djokovic said.

Gawain responded, "Wonderful game!"

Djokovic slightly drew back his arms to show his sincerity, "You deserve to win."

Only if you can afford to lose can you win.

Sincerely embracing victory and facing failure calmly, Djokovic sent his blessing to Gao Wen, "The side with better performance wins."

Gao Wen can also feel Djokovic's sincerity. Maybe they are not friends, but after experiencing these games, they have tried their best without reservation and left all their enthusiasm and passion on the court. They are all worth it. Respect for each other is also respect for the sport.

"We all fought to the end," Gawain said, "You and I. To the end."

Djokovic was ready to leave, but after hearing these words, he stopped again and looked deeply at Gawain—

He doesn't like Gawain.

It's not just about winning or losing, it's more about aura. They never seem to be on the same channel. Coupled with the situation outside the field, he doesn't like Gawain's attitude and attitude towards his father, and he doesn't need the media's attention. Fanning the flames, everything seems to be wrong.

However, this does not prevent him from admiring Gawain. There is also something worth learning from Gawain.

A champion must be able to face failure calmly.

The smile on Djokovic's lips rose slightly, "Please believe me, it will be the same next time."

Gao Wen also laughed and looked at Djokovic confidently.

Then Djokovic continued, "As for now, this is your moment. Enjoy it."

After saying that, Djokovic didn't stop anymore, turned around and walked back to his players' dugout.

He was a little disappointed and aggrieved, but he still tried to straighten his back, open his chest, and face it all calmly.

Gawain was not in a hurry.

He needs to enjoy this moment slowly and quietly, return to the net, shake hands with the referee Esdrachi, throw the racket back to the dugout~www.mtlnovel.com~then turn around and return Inside the stadium, he raised his head slightly and looked around, trying to imprint all the splendor in front of his eyes.

This year is different from last year, and different from any previous summits and championships -

Night falls.

They literally fought hard from day to night. The sun had already set in the west. The lights in Arthur Ashe Stadium were bright and reflected the night sky. However, the vast and turbulent sea of people in front of them burst out with incredible energy, lighting up the night sky again. , that enchanting peacock blue glowed.

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Mixed feelings and thousands of thoughts surged up again in an instant.

Then, Gawain clenched his fists and beat his chest. Once, and again, and again, all the remaining energy deep in his soul was released.

The eyes are clear and bright, filling the sea of stars.

It was this simple action that once again detonated the energy of Arthur Ashe Stadium. The turbulent shouts throughout the entire process climbed to an incredible level again. The five-star red flags fluttered in the sky and the night sky was dyed with gorgeous and bright colors. Red, like a rushing river.

"Fight!"

Shouting, feeling, experiencing.

This is not just a simple shout, but the sound of heart beating and soul burning, completely integrated with Arthur Ashe Stadium.

It even evolved into an instinct, quietly becoming a part of the soul and being deeply imprinted.

At this moment, they prostrate themselves under Gawain's feet, surrendering and worshiping him.

(End of chapter)