Match Point: Chapter 619 Neat 1

Chapter 620

"Out of bounds!"

Gao Wen stared intently at the trajectory of his return ball.

In fact, the moment he made the shot, he also realized that the control was slightly greater; but the problem is that at this time, the whole person is in a state of exhaustion and overdraft, and the hand feeling is a little dull, so that the judgment is not so accurate, and he can't control it completely. 100% sure, so still waiting for the tennis ball to hit the ground.

Out of bounds, as expected, is still lacking a little bit.

Regret, certainly regret.

The audience tried their best without reservation, broke the opponent's serve to win the game, and saved match points consecutively. In such a game of ups and downs, he really burned all his abilities at this stage and fought hard until the end For a moment, but after all, it still failed to reverse and win.

Nadal once said this in an interview:

Sometimes, you have to admit, the game just isn't yours.

For a long time, Gao Wen thought that he understood the meaning of this sentence, but in fact, after experiencing this game, he really understood the intertwined bitterness and relief contained in it. the feelings it brings.

call…

Accompanied by the breath in his chest, all those regrets, regrets, and complexities were released, and then the whole person could no longer stand up, his knees softened, and he just lay on the ground like this.

He really didn't have any strength now, and he burned out without reservation, as if his entire soul had been hollowed out.

However, after venting the regret, what fills the chest is a kind of satisfaction and a kind of happiness——

Because of a hearty game, he clearly realized the upper limit of his current strength and state, and at the same time saw the direction and goal of his continued struggle. Feel.

The other side of the pitch.

Simon is also exhausted, but the difference is that he is the victor, and the adrenaline bursting out of joy and happiness keeps him from feeling tired for a while; what's more, he is also used to his own game. It's the same exhaustion and sweating profusely.

Simon raised his arms high to celebrate the victory, but he soon discovered that he had been hollowed out, and he didn't even have the strength to make a fist to celebrate.

Then, Simon noticed Gawain who had fallen to the ground on the other side of the court. He took heavy and tired steps, walked around the court, and walked towards Gawain.

In life, Simon is a loner character. He doesn't have many friends in the tour, even the group of fellow French players are not familiar with him. His picky and troublesome character can easily offend people.

But this time, it's a little different.

After experiencing such a soul-stirring match with ups and downs, Gao Wen won his respect with his practical actions, and he was willing to extend his olive branch.

He stopped in front of Gao Wen, stretched out his right hand, and asked in a somewhat dull and arrogant manner,

"are you OK?"

Gawain grabbed Simon's right hand and stood up relying on Simon's strength. In fact, Simon was also a little physically exhausted, pulling Gawain's body so that he was a little swaying, and his footsteps almost failed to stand firm, but he managed to control it after all. Own.

Then, Gawain gave Simon a hug and said with a smile.

"It's okay, I can still run a half marathon."

Simon could also sense the ridicule in Gao Wen's words, and a slight smile appeared in his eyes, but he didn't like joking and lip service, so he didn't say much.

Originally, Simon was going to help Gawain back to the players' rest area, but he didn't expect that Gawain stood firmly by relying on his own strength, so Simon didn't force him and let go of his right hand, but he still didn't leave quickly. Instead, he stayed by Gao Wen's side, as if he was worried that Gao Wen would not be able to stand firmly.

Before he knew it, Qiao Wangsheng had stood up.

Although Gao Wen regretted not being in the semi-finals of the Shanghai Masters, Gao Wen fought unyieldingly until the last point, stood on the edge of the cliff several times and refused to disarm, and fought until the last bullet; The bad situation of cramps in the chest, and the top performance was still dedicated at the end of the game—

Gawain could leave the center court with his head held high.

Qiao Wangsheng could feel a surge of enthusiasm surging in his chest. It was emotion, passion, and happiness. What was more precious than victory was a heart that would always fight and fight forever, and a courage that would always challenge and run wildly. In Gao Wen's body , He found the power of life again.

Then, Qiao Wangsheng noticed Gao Wen's limping and stumbling steps. Obviously, the cramp in his left calf had not fully recovered, and he was exhausted, and he was almost unable to stand still; but Gao Wen's spine was still straight and straight, as if on the vast Gobi desert. The white poplar grows stubbornly and vigorously towards the sun.

Tears filled my eyes.

"Crack! Crack!"

Qiao Wangsheng raised his hands high, and slapped his palms above his head, hitting the rhythm, once, again.

He has thousands of words to express, he has turbulent waves and wants to vent, but his throat is blocked, and he can't make any sound. He can't even call the name of "Gao Wen", so he chooses the simplest. Also the most direct way:

Hit the palm.

Soon, Qiao Wangsheng discovered that he was not alone.

The spectators in the center court all stood up one after another, and the stadium, which was full of seats, was full of dense poplars as far as the eye could see. They stood against the wind and applauded like thunder.

"Crack! Crack!"

One more time.

In a blink of an eye, the sound of high-fives gathered together like this, starting from being sparse and scattered, and slowly condensing into a rope, which burst out in a uniform and overwhelming energy, breaking through the shackles of the center court, and flying over the entire Qizhong Tennis Center. Hovering, writing another milestone in the Shanghai Masters.

It was because of Gao Wen, and also because of Simon, to be precise, because of this match—

Such a dramatic and tense game~www.mtlnovel.com~Although the see-saw round was not a tense and sparkling confrontation, the tenacity and perseverance shown by the two players at the critical moment, But it gives the game a different color, which is deeply imprinted in the memory.

In fact, at least half of the audience at the scene came to join in the fun, and they may have never watched tennis at all, but came here just for Gao Wen.

But I didn't expect that watching melons on the sidelines had unexpected gains, not only appreciating the charm of tennis, but also truly feeling the charm of competitive sports.

These applause are the best proof.

Qiao Wangsheng watched Simon and Gao Wen in the stadium with tears in his eyes, and then a smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth like this:

He was very fortunate that he was able to know Gao Wen and witnessed Gao Wen's growth. He regained his passion for tennis and his love for life.

It turns out that life can indeed have more and more, they just need an eye to discover happiness.

"Crack! Crack!"

The audience roared and hovered for a long time, so that all the staff and volunteers gathered together, felt it quietly, and became one of them.

(end of this chapter)