"oh…"
"Damn it."
"God!"
"I can not believe it."
"Andy, please, Andy."
One after another howling, one sigh after another, burning in the ears, the invisible oppression surged from all directions, pressing heavily on the chest.
Jiang Yanyun didn't dare to look at it.
She buried her cheeks in her hands, her heart curled up into a ball fiercely, "Why is this happening? Obviously this point is Xiao Wu's winning point, why are they booing? Why?"
The cheers and cheers from the Huaxia fans echoed over the Rod Laver Stadium, but the lack of quantitative support still seemed weak after all. Among the long sighs and grievances, it was further highlighted, as if being overwhelmed by the nightmare of the night. The giant beast shrouded it, unable to break free.
Jiang Yanyun felt powerless.
Even though Gao Wen won this point with his undisputed performance, but he couldn't get any applause and cheers to support him, this feeling is really too tormenting.
Not even Flushing was treated that way.
Gao Hongli put his arms around Jiang Yanyun's shoulder, and patted lightly, "You should trust Xiao Wu, he won't be knocked down."
Gao Hongli's throat was also a little dry, and his beating heart was about to burst at any moment.
It is precisely because of the experience of the US Open that they understand the meaning of this game more and more, and the tension and anxiety at this moment have multiplied. No wonder people always say that the ignorant is fearless.
However, Gao Wen did not.
"Come on! Andy!"
In the audience stands, someone shouted out, it was just a person's voice, very thin, and was swept away by the gust of wind in an instant.
However, immediately after the scene, a large number of spectators emerged, cheering for Murray one after another.
"Andy! Clap clap!"
"Andy! Clap clap!"
From ten to a hundred and then to a thousand, it finally turned into thunderous applause, sweeping the audience and bursting out with incredible energy.
In stark contrast to the cheers from the Huaxia fans after Gao Wen returned the serve and scored an ace, from the bottom to the top, Rod Laver Stadium once again glowed with vitality—
But not because of Gao Wen.
"Andy! Clap clap!"
There was overwhelming cheers and cheers, not only British and Australian fans, but also neutral fans—
Their thinking is very pure and simple, they just hope that the wonderful duel can continue, support whoever is weak, and then continue to eat melons and watch the show.
At this time, Murray needed their support, so the audience roared.
Even the audience can deeply feel that the inflection point of the game is emerging, and the back and forth competition in this round is likely to determine the entire trend.
There was a vigorous sound, and the mighty burning, so that the game was briefly interrupted again.
It even spread all the way to the entire Melbourne Park.
At this moment, the night was dark, but Melbourne Park was still brightly lit, and thousands of spectators gathered in front of the big screen to watch the live broadcast of the game.
Pedestrians coming and going seemed to have sensed the tension in the air, and they stopped involuntarily, and more and more people focused their attention on the game.
How much more than Melbourne Park?
From Melbourne to Sydney, from Canberra to Brisbane, the coffee houses, bars, and department stores in the streets and lanes all fell into a short-term stagnation. Thousands of spectators stopped temporarily and watched Rod Laver intently. Everything that's going on at the Park.
Then, a raging heat wave surged in the same direction from every corner of the Australian continent.
Gao Hongli really couldn't bear to watch it, and suffered a lot. At such a moment, it was even more uncomfortable than losing the game, and his heart was in a ball.
However, Gawain did not flinch.
After venting his emotions, Gao Wen raised his chin, raised his head high and firmly, and clenched his fists. His whole body revealed a strong self-confidence, as if he was shouting to the audience with his body language. The storm challenges—
Even if one person fights against thousands of troops, so what? Even if the whole world is on the opposite side, so what? Even if there is only the last bit of energy left in the body, so what?
The beating champion heart in the chest is still burning, still beating, still fighting... still fighting!
Then, let them face each other directly, and start a life-and-death duel with real knives and guns, to see who can stand and leave this battlefield engulfed in flames!
The sky is full of pride!
Top Gun!
Even though most of the court was separated, Gao Hongli could deeply feel the brightness and wantonness in Gao Wen's eyes, which seemed to be finally released until this moment.
"Yanyun, look."
Gao Hongli couldn't help but his heart was surging, but he couldn't say a word. He just patted Jiang Yanyun on the shoulder and just stared at his son on the court.
At this moment, Gao Wen was not only their child, but also a powerful, tenacious, high-spirited God of War, radiating the light of life.
"Come on! Gao Wen!"
Hearing the sound of support, Jiang Yanyun suddenly raised his head, and saw Sampras and Agassi standing up, applauding Gao Wen.
Graf was supporting her chin with her right hand at this time, staring at the court with blazing eyes, as if she had sensed Jiang Yanyun's gaze, she turned her head.
"Gao Wen is doing very well now, really well."
A smile rose from the corner of Graf's mouth.
Jiang Yanyun followed Graf's line of sight, and then saw the indomitable Gao Wen. Suddenly, his vision blurred——
These are tears of happiness.
Absolutely!
Jiang Yanyun hurriedly wiped his face, smiled again, and then shouted along with everyone.
"Gao Wen, come on!"
buzz buzz.
The cheers finally calmed down, but the air was still burning. A large crowd of spectators could no longer control their emotions. They stood up, kept their standing posture, and clasped their hands, as if they were praying or Concentrating, just staring at the stadium in front of you.
Break point, again, the third of this round.
Compared to the restlessness of the audience, Murray was not nervous.
For the players, they have to focus 100% on the game and have no time to pay attention to the score. If they pay too much attention to those leading and falling behind, they may lose their attention and even lose control of their game.
Young players are often prone to such problems, as are some players with relatively volatile personalities, but Murray has absolutely no such worries.
Even though the audience was surging, Murray still remained focused, and even made full use of this short time to sort out his thoughts and plan for the next point.
After being highly concentrated, his physical strength is slowly recovering, and Murray can feel that he is rediscovering the familiar game.
So, one shot came back.
The speed is 189 kilometers per hour.
Not fast ~www.mtlnovel.com~ but enough.
Murray was in the second zone and asked for an inside corner, breaking Gawain's prediction; moreover, the landing point was very good, very close to point t, and the perfect combination of speed and angle formed an excellent serve, so that Gawain staggered to the He took a step, and barely made a shot with his forehand.
Chance!
Murray saw that the parabola of Gao Wen's return was completely pulled up, and he obviously lost his position. He immediately realized that this was an attack opportunity, and he did not hesitate, and immediately attacked with his forehand.
Fully swivel! Forehand slam!
Power unleashed!
boom!
The tennis ball quickly jumped out along the diagonal line, aiming at Gao Wen's forehand and the big triangle on the bottom line.
Fast again! Accurate again!
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