Make a fist and look up.
Smile, bloom.
Won.
When it was confirmed that the final forehand had scored the winning point, Gao Wen didn't cheer or roar, but just clenched his fists and looked up at the audience stands.
turbulent.
surging.
combustion.
Even though Paris is ushering in a violent storm, and the thick clouds rolling over the head are like the end of the world, the attendance rate of the Philippe Chatier stadium still easily exceeds 60%, and the wonderful strong collision retains the preparations The steps that left the scene, those steps now, all stood up, using applause, cheers, and shouts to fight against the storm, creating another turbulent wave at the scene.
In the bustling waves, Gawain saw his team—
Gao Hongli is making a fist, Jiang Yanyun is also making a fist; Sampras is making a fist, Pelt is making a fist, and Tobias is also making a fist.
One or two stood with clenched fists passionately, waving their fists enthusiastically, shouting, celebrating, and venting.
Only Agassi is an exception.
Agassi stood quietly, calm and calm, just applauding, just watching, and just conveying the surge in his heart with his eyes.
In the clay court season, Roland Garros, they had too many expectations and too much pressure, and the whole world was spinning crazily at double speed; but in the end, they still seized the opportunity to usher in a breakthrough, and fought for the second consecutive round for three thrilling hours Pass the test, defeat the local hope to advance to the quarterfinals—
It sounds like nothing, but Sampras and Agassi clearly understand how difficult it is at Roland Garros; moreover, they still advanced to the quarter-finals for three consecutive Grand Slams, This is already a height that countless professional players can't reach in their entire lives.
Only they know how much Gao Wen paid for this victory.
At this moment, I am excited and even more moved.
Emotionally.
Then, Agassi saw the smile blooming on the corner of Gawain's mouth, and the corner of his mouth also rose together, and happiness filled his chest.
A joy, a happiness, a contentment, pure and simple.
Gawain clenched his fists tightly, smiling all the way, trotting towards the net, waiting for Tsonga.
Tsonga, a little lost—
From the fourth set to the final set, he sincerely believed that he could take the initiative and win, and the opportunity was with him.
He was able to defeat Gao Wen, returned to the quarterfinals, and continued to move forward with the hope of winning the championship at home.
However…
it's over.
Everything, after all, is over.
He thought that he had tried his best, had no reservations, and burned the last bit of energy, so that he could face any result calmly; however, emotions such as unwillingness, bitterness, regret, sadness, and anger were still rampaging in his chest, Closing your eyes is full of pain.
Perhaps, it is precisely because Tsonga has gone all out, but still cannot win, as if he has touched his own limit. In this field of Roland-Garros, this is his upper limit, and he can no longer go further. The local hope of winning the championship Destined to be an illusory mirage.
Everyone said that this year Tsonga got the upper lottery, 8/8 against Gao Wen, and the clay court strength is the weakest among the top four seeds; 4/4 against Nadal, this year is undoubtedly the winner of the clay court. The lowest point of Wang's career; the second half of the match against Federer, the overall performance of the clay court season was not satisfactory.
In other words, Tsonga has successfully avoided the two favorites of Djokovic and Murray to win the championship, and is very hopeful to stand out in the second half.
Of course, Tsonga has just returned from injury, and his state needs to be further adjusted, and it also depends on his performance on the spot.
In the first three rounds, the wind is smooth and the performance is strong. It can be clearly felt that Tsonga has entered the state, and all the local media are excited——
Who knows, maybe this year really is Tsonga's best chance.
The gazes and applause of the entire Philippe-Chatier Stadium rolled on Tsonga's shoulders layer upon layer, and the sadness and powerlessness became more intense—
Because he realized that he might never be able to repay those expectations.
Suddenly, the tip of the nose felt a little sour.
Tsonga lowered his head and rubbed his nose, and his footsteps had already reached the net.
Tesong took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, showed a smile, and gave Gao Wen a big bear hug:
In any case, Gao Wen deserved this victory.
"Congratulations." Tsonga said concisely, but his words were absolutely sincere.
Gawain's voice came from next to his ear, "At least we fought together to the end."
This short sentence made Tsonga slightly stunned—
Competitive sports are always cruel and cold-blooded, because every game needs to be won and lost, and there is only one champion.
When all eyes are on the champion, there are thousands of "losers" piled up behind the podium, hiding in the shadows.
However, without these losers, how can we witness the glory of victory?
"Every great champion has a great opponent", this is definitely not a chicken soup for the soul.
The brilliance and greatness of the Big Four is precisely because in this era, one after another "Tsonga" has emerged. Their excellence and excellence have made the Big Four shine. When people praise and worship the Big Four, Never forget that the Tsonga are also heroes of the times.
This game, too—
For three hours and 14 minutes of fierce battle, the bayonet hit the red five-set battle, the two players have pushed themselves to the extreme and then broke the limit to push to a higher level of limit, constantly burning and releasing, fighting without reservation At the last moment, join hands to present a classic.
Everyone is amazing.
Words, not complicated, but crucial, weighed heavily on Tsonga's heart, clearing away the clouds and allowing him to see his true self again:
Boiling blood, hot sweat, trembling knees, hollowed out soul.
He fought to the last moment.
The mood gradually brightened up like this.
Tsonga patted Gawain on the back again, "Thank you."
So far, he didn't say much, but when he let go of the hug, he could see that the weight on the corner of Tsonga's mouth seemed to be much lighter.
Although this match has just ended, Tsonga is already looking forward to the next meeting with Gao Wen—
"Next time, let's meet hard."
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On the TV screen, Gao Wen watched Tsonga leave, and then laughed heartily, but he didn't know what Tsonga had just said to Gao Wen.
The corners of Pulan's mouth also rose together, her heart was pounding and beating in her chest, and all the blood in her body was rushing towards her heart. Then, she saw Gawain return to the venue, he didn't clenched his fists to celebrate, but just smiled He waved his hand in a gesture of great restraint.
It can be seen that Paris and Melbourne are different after all—
Here, after defeating the host players, Gao Wen did not pour salt on the wounds of the home audience, but greeted the victory with a smile and thanked the opponent with a smile.
The audience at the Philippe Chartier Stadium looked at Gao Wen with a smile on his face, and applauded one after another, for Gao Wen and for this game.
It's really a special treat.
Involuntarily, Pu Lan also applauded together.
(end of this chapter)