Match point

Whoops, whoops, whoops, whoops...

Gao Wen breathed heavily, trying his best to deliver oxygen into the cells.

Sweating profusely and exhausted, the whole body feels like being in a sea of ​​flames. Every inch of muscle and every nerve can feel the scorching heat. The strength spreads out in an ebbing posture, and then you can feel the pain of your fingertips, knees, and calves. A twitching feeling, stirring up little by little.

Uncontrollably.

He needs a breather.

In fact, I didn't feel any pain at this time, only a kind of deep fatigue, dragging my ankle to sink slowly, and I couldn't even move my fingers.

Breathing, like a raging fire, almost scalded his chest, as if he could hear the magma bubbling in his chest.

Using the last bit of willpower to prop himself up and straighten his body again, Gawain finally took a step forward. Through the net, he could see that Tsonga was already standing there waiting, equally sweaty and tired.

Tsonga was a little dazed, and for a while, still didn't understand what happened.

The whole third set seemed abnormal, the writing was unexpected and weird, so that at the end of the game, it still had no sense of reality, a bit...inexplicable; but when I calmed down and thought about it carefully, I missed so many break points back and forth, it seems It foreshadowed this ending.

Bitter?sad?depressed?anger?Lost?

Perhaps, there are some of the above-mentioned emotions, intertwined; but what really occupies the center of gravity is still dazed——

How did you lose the game?

The more confused and perplexed he became, the more he admired Gao Wen when he looked up again, as if seeing a monster.

Tsonga stretched out his right hand, took the initiative to hold Gao Wen's right hand, and pulled it hard, and the shoulders of the two collided.

"Others still say that I am a monster, but now it seems that you are the real monster of ATP."

Very rarely, Tsonga made a little joke.

In fact, in private life, Tsonga is a joking character, humorous and cheerful; but on the court, he seldom shows this side, only when meeting with other friends of the same age in France, Tsonga will show his naughty side.

Today, Tsonga is also rarely shown.

The corners of Gao Wen's mouth slightly raised, even though he showed a smile, he still couldn't hide his tiredness, and the feeling of overdraft emanating from the inside out was lingering.

"Sorry, I'm the one who won."

A little bit of ridicule, a little bit of jokes, still bears Gao Wen's iconic imprint, but you can still feel that this is not the same as usual.

Tsonga didn't hold back, and laughed out loud. He obviously wanted to say a lot, but he swallowed it in the end, gave Gawain a warm hug again, and said in Gawain's ear, "Dude, you're worth it."

Simple words, but contain too much.

For Tsonga, he announced his return from injury before the French Open. In the past three months, he has also been struggling to recover, trying to return to his peak state.

Obviously, it won't be easy.

All the way to Toronto, I finally found some touch, my state recovered a little, but I encountered such an abnormal game, and finally ended in a loss. It is one thing not to be able to defend the title successfully, but it is another to encounter a wall when the state recovers. thing.

Disappointment is inevitable.

However, looking at Gao Wen's abnormal sweating and blood color gradually disappearing from his face, the feeling of brokenness after being overdrawn can no longer be hidden.

Tsonga understood immediately.

He himself hasn't completely got rid of the troubles of injuries. What Gao Wen is experiencing now is the nightmare he has experienced in the past few months and is still experiencing.

The words at this moment have more sympathetic resonance. Thousands of words finally evolved into a sentence of admiration and congratulations. This is a sense of sympathy and admiration from colleagues. What an incredible thing that happened today.

Letting go of the hug, Tsonga looked at Gao Wen with concern, "Is everything all right?"

Gawain let out a breath, showing a bitter smile, "I'm not sure. But at least, I finished the game, maybe, it's not that bad."

Tsonga understood [-]%, and his expression became serious, and he nodded slightly, "End the press conference as soon as possible, and go to the hospital for a detailed examination."

After finishing speaking, Tsonga patted Gao Wen's shoulder lightly, conveyed his blessing, did not say anything more, turned and walked towards the referee, without politeness or excuse, Tsonga shook hands with the referee first, and then Just give up the court to Gao Wen, and the follow-up is the winner's moment.

When Gao Wen returned to the center of the field after shaking hands with the referee, all the audience stood up.

At this time, there were not many spectators at the scene, and the spectators who left halfway emptied most of the venue, and the attendance rate was less than 50%, as if returning to the period when Gao Wen had just set foot in the professional arena; Without hesitation, they gave Gao Wen enthusiastic applause.

"Crack! Gawain!"

"Crack! Gawain!"

Scattered shouts, neither majestic nor vigorous, struggled in the strong evening wind in Toronto, and were torn to pieces in a blink of an eye.

But looking at the scene in front of him, Gao Wen was full of emotions, and his nose was slightly sore.

There was no cheering, no roaring, no jumping, no celebration... nothing, Gawain just put his left hand on his chest, feeling the power of the beating heart, raised his right hand and waved to the audience, looked around the audience 360 ​​degrees, quietly Imprint the scenery in front of you bit by bit deep in your mind.

puff.puff.puff.

The heart pounded forcefully.

In fact, the importance of this match is far from that precious. This is just the quarterfinals of the Masters Tournament. With Gao Wen's victory, he successfully advanced to the semifinals of this year's Rogers Cup. That's all. Gao Wen's countless previous matches were simply not comparable.

But as far as Gao Wen is concerned, this is a game that once again changed the trajectory of his career.

To be honest, he thought he would not be able to continue, he thought he would retire midway, and compared with winning or losing, injuries were the real focus.

After experiencing the nightmare of retiring early due to injuries in the previous life, and suffering injuries again, he was completely tied up, and the inner demons regained control of the soul. Those fears, timidity, retreats, and hesitations, the negative emotions that had not been felt for a long, long time were bustling again. live up.

More than once, Gao Wen thought about retiring from the game. What if the injury worsened? What if he was unnecessarily stubborn and caused the injury to cause more damage? Still distracted, unable to concentrate at all.

He thought that he would not be able to cross this threshold.

however.

He did it, not only finishing the game, but finding a way to win.

For Gao Wen, the value of this victory is no less than that of the final against Cilic in Flushing last year.

“6：4”、“5：7”、“6：4”。

He will not forget this game, nor will he forget this score.