Match point

Chapter 1707 Witnessing Greatness
Gulu, Gulu--

Gravity pulled his body down heavily, and Gao Wen used his inertia to roll, and subconsciously prepared to stand up and continue the duel for the next shot.

It took half a beat a little slower before the body lagged behind the brain to realize that the last volley in front of the net did not pass the net, and ended the game in such a way.

No. 12 match points, after all, still failed to create another miracle.

Turning over, the knees that were about to stand up became weak, and fell to the ground again.

panting.

Sweating.

Gao Wen looked down at his slightly trembling knees and calves, and then turned his head to see the final score on the scoreboard screen.

“6：7（6）”、“6：4”、“6：4”、“5：7”、“13：11”。

Federer is at the front and Gawain is at the back.

The numbers, so clear, accurately recorded the whole game, and then the sense of reality came to my heart, and my brain went blank without any thoughts.

He needs a little time, as does his body, and so does his brain, he just needs a little time to catch his breath, just to catch his breath.

ended.

After all, it's over.

Gu Xiao stood there in a daze, but couldn't help but feel his heart surge——

Perhaps, some people will say, why bother to struggle, persevere, and procrastinate after losing the score two hours ago?In addition to wasting physical energy and wasting time, it still hasn't changed the result, so what's the point?

But it is precisely these "meaningless" two hours and "ultimately futile" two hours that make people cry and make people even more excited.

Because Gao Wen proved with practical actions:
Competitive sports is far more than that about winning or losing, just like life, there can be more about life and death.

Everyone is the same. From the moment of birth, the end of life is already doomed. Every day and every moment is a process towards the end. In this way, what is the meaning of life?

Life is not just living towards death, but exploring width and depth within a limited length, firmly grasping every moment, and burning all energy.

Maybe, you can explore the mysteries of nature and the universe; maybe, you can explore your own limits and hobbies; maybe, you can explore the mystery and depth of life; maybe, you can explore the entanglement of reason and emotion; maybe, you can find the soul at the artistic level. Resonance and extension.

Some people live a hundred years old but just linger on; some people die young but shine brightly.

"Meaning" obviously has infinite possibilities.

Just like now.

Two hours of hard work and struggle, two hours of confrontation and impact, and two hours of burning and releasing pushed the match that might have ended in the fourth set to a new level. Pour all your energy without reservation and fight to the end.

In the end, Gao Wen was still unable to rewrite——

After defeating Djokovic at Melbourne Park and Nadal at Roland Garros, Gawain failed to complete the ultimate challenge three-game winning streak after all. Facing Federer at Wimbledon, he still failed to complete it in one go Feat, just barely, just barely.

but!

It is precisely these "meaningless" two hours that show Gawain's heart as a lion; it is precisely these two hours of "wasting time" that prove Gawain's high fighting spirit; "And the two hours of "making everyone sweat profusely" made this duel a classic.

From Gawain to Federer, from Federer to Gawain, the two players fully interpreted the charm and splendor of competitive sports.

In the [-]-year history of the Central Court of the All England Club, once again write a rich stroke.

Gu Xiao was ashamed of himself, he thought the match was over two hours ago, so he turned and left.

At the same time, he was lucky for himself, because he witnessed Gao Wen's hard work and burning, and was fortunate to witness this moment with his own eyes.

Involuntarily, uncontrollably, the gurgling blood began to boil.

"Crack! Gawain!"

Staring at the TV screen, Gu Xiao acted like a fool. He began to applaud, cheer, and erupt. He felt the scorching hotness in his body. Tears filled his eyes, his heart was surging, and his face was full of smiles. He calmly faced the final result. .

Shouting, like sparks of fire, lit up little by little in front of the TV all over the world, and converged towards Wimbledon mightily.

Gradually, gradually, a storm formed.

Pulan, whose heart was about to burst—

She thought she would be disappointed, she thought she would be sad, she thought she would break down.

But she didn't.

In fact, not only was there nothing, but her chest was filled with emotion and happiness, admiration and joy. The victory or defeat was no longer important, she just watched Gao Wen.

In front of my eyes, in my heart, in the depths of my mind, the only thing that matters is Gao Wen.

Pulan was grateful that she witnessed it with her own eyes, and even more grateful that she was fighting side by side with Gao Wen, because only after she had truly experienced all this, could she clearly feel how much enthusiasm and sweat Gao Wen poured into this game in this field. , continue to challenge the limit.

Little by little, her soul followed suit.

Watching the field quietly——

Federer is celebrating, the joy of suppressing and suppressing, controlling and controlling finally exploded, clenched his fists, the whole person jumped high, cheered, roared, jumped for joy, every cell in his body could feel The happiness poured out from outside filled the audience.

Whether Federer or Gao Wen, they have all fought to the end without reservation.

It is precisely because of this that the final victory is so sweet and wonderful. Even Federer, who has experienced many battles, is no exception. After experiencing countless fierce battles and narrow victories, he can still deeply feel the madness of this victory. What's more, This is still his favorite Wimbledon.

And Gawain?
He sat on the ground like this, with his hands on his knees, panting like a cow, quietly watching the tennis ball that hit the net and then rolled to his feet——

Show a little lonely.

In an instant, Pulan's eye sockets were filled with tears.

No, she can't cry, maybe it's a loss, but it's definitely not a failure, she shouldn't and doesn't want to cry, they should give Gawain applause.

So Poulan did just that.

"Crack! Gawain!"

His voice was a little choked, but Pulan still took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and shouted with all his strength, ignoring his hoarse voice, clapping his hands and calling for support, lighting up the center court with the last remaining energy, and cheering for this classic duel. Draw a perfect ending.

One point, another point, shouts from the outside blew over Murray Hill along with the wind, and in a blink of an eye they twisted into a rope and rushed to the center court mightily.

call.

Gao Wen let out a long, long breath, his chest was like a volcano, feeling the bubbling of magma.

He knows that he can leave the court with his head held high; he knows that he has given his all and has no reservations; he knows that he can say that he has no regrets or regrets, and he has left all his energy on the court. but……

But why is it still full of bitterness?

(End of this chapter)