"He didn't hear. Mother, he didn't hear!"
Jannik-Sinner protested strongly to his mother with an aggrieved face.
If it wasn't because the crowd of spectators was too turbulent, which delayed his progress, how could he have missed Gao Wen?
But what should he do? Who could he blame?
"Tomorrow, Yannick, tomorrow we will go to watch Gawain's game, no, no, practice, we can go to watch his practice."
Siglinde-Sinner patted his son on the shoulder lightly to reassure him, but the words of reassurance seemed to have no effect—
This game is this game. What a signature leaves is a memory and a brand, and changing a time and place will be different.
Sinner just met Gawain the day before yesterday. He watched Gawain's game through the big screen outside the Arthur Ashe Stadium, the third and fourth sets, and then he was deeply impressed by Gawain. Today I came to Court 17 to watch the second round of Gao Wen's match up close.
She was not surprised that her son liked Gao Wen. Even she herself, who watched the five-set match on the spot, was also impressed by Gao Wen's performance; moreover, her son had been practicing tennis for some time, and his own playing style and Gao Wen was also quite similar, so naturally he felt a lot more.
Since Sinner learned tennis, he has always liked players with tenacious and varied games. At first, he liked Spanish King Nadal, whose game temperament was his favorite; later, he liked "Swiss Goat (G.O.A.T) "Federer, because he likes how Federer reads and controls the game.
Seeing Gao Wen's understanding of the game at close range and opening a door for Sinner again, he couldn't help but feel excited.
However, seeing Sinna's urgency, she was still a little surprised—it was only two games, did he already like Gao Wen so much? Or is it just a feeling of embarrassment because the opportunity is so close but missed the opportunity, and a little emotional for a moment?
Then, she saw Gao Wen who had gone and returned.
Even if she didn't like Gao Wen so crazily, she couldn't help being happy at this moment, patting her son's shoulder repeatedly.
"Yannick, look! Look!"
Sinner turned his head subconsciously, and saw Gao Wen coming towards him at a glance. The instant surprise made the smile on the corner of Sinner's mouth bloom like this. He raised the tennis ball in his arms high, and couldn't help cheering. Break free and keep bubbling, gurgling.
"Hey, sorry, my head was so jam-packed with the game that I obviously didn't notice what was going on behind me."
Gao Wen greeted him with a smile on his face, and then took the initiative to take the tennis ball which was about the size of a basketball from the opponent's hand.
"You know what? You're my first fan at the US Open. I've never signed a tennis ball. Maybe you can give me some advice."
Sinner could feel the kindness and warmth behind Gao Wen's light words, and his smile couldn't help but rise, "This is also my first signature tennis ball at the US Open. You just need to write it on it. If you can write it as a gift to Yannick, that would be great, but it doesn't matter."
Signature tennis balls, this is a very special tradition in tennis. Tournament organizers have designed different sizes of tennis balls, including original size, football size, basketball size, and even the giant tennis ball, the smallest tennis ball, which allows a signatures of players; the largest tennis ball can collect signatures of twenty or thirty players.
Therefore, it can often be seen next to the court or the training ground, a group of fans holding tennis **** of different sizes waiting for players to sign for themselves—
Occasionally, these signed tennis **** will also be resold, so naturally the more signatures of big names, the more valuable they are, so that every Grand Slam game has fans who collect signatures to earn some extra money.
Since the child in front of him said that he hoped to mark it as "dedicated", it means that this is his own collection and use, and he gave Gao Wen special treatment.
Gawain was a little surprised, his smile rose up, and the reflections were scattered in his eyes, "Yannick? How do you spell it?"
"J-A-N-N-I-K," Sinner spelled his name impatiently.
Gawain quickly finished signing, "Oh, Yannick, where are you from New York?" Because the pronunciation of the name doesn't sound like it's from the United States, at least it should be an immigrant.
"San Candido!" Sinner gave a somewhat unexpected answer.
San Candido? Is that... Italy?
Gao Wen's eyes suddenly brightened, "I never thought that I also have fans in Italy, ha! It seems that I am now an international superstar."
The humorous words made Sinner and his mother beside him both laugh.
"Dear Yannick, thank you for liking my game. We all know victory is sweet, but now I also know that apart from victory, there are many, many happy moments in competitive sports, such as now." Gao Wen offered to extend He extended his right hand, held Sinner's little hand in a friendly manner, and said solemnly.
Sinner's eyes suddenly brightened.
Sinner took his tennis ball from Gao Wen's hands with both hands—there is only one signature on it at present, and seeing his own name appearing on it, he couldn't help showing a satisfied smile.
Sinner stood there and stared at Gao Wen eagerly. He still wanted to take a picture, but he was a little worried that his request was too greedy. After all, Gao Wen had just finished such a hard game, so he shouldn't delay Gao Wen They were resting, but heard Gao Wen's voice coming again.
"Sorry, can you take a photo with me? Record my first fan in Flushing."
It was clearly what Sinner wanted but he didn't dare to speak, but Gao Wen said it in such a way, and Sinner's little face immediately burst into light.
Gao Wen didn't turn around until after the photo service was over.
Sinna watched Gao Wen's leaving back, turned around to look at his mother without warning, and said firmly, "From today on, I decide that Gao Wen is my idol!"
"Oh? Then what about Roger?" Sieglinde wasn't surprised at all~www.mtlnovel.com~ This is how children like it.
Sinner’s experience has many similarities with Gao Wen’s. He started playing tennis at the age of seven because of his father’s crazy love for tennis. At the same time, Sinner himself was a professional skier. Until last year, Sinner Nazai chooses between soccer, skiing and tennis —
He chose tennis in the end.
Of course, Sinner's idol has also changed twice. The earliest was actually the legendary American alpine skier Bode-Miller, then Nadal, then Federer, and now Gawain?
Not surprising.
After all, watching the game at close range on the spot and live TV are still two different things. Sinner has never watched a Nadal or Federer game live, nor has he watched such an intense and close game. It is normal to be shocked today.
Sinna didn't know what his mother was thinking, but just clenched his fists secretly, "I like the look in Gawain's eyes during the game, Mom, do you know that? His whole body is glowing."
Sieglinde was slightly surprised, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.