How did this story begin?

Gu Xiao could hardly remember clearly, but paying attention to Gao Wen and liking Gao Wen has gradually become a habit.

In just one year, I got used to winning, getting used to the championship, getting used to the applause and cheers, getting used to the comeback in a desperate situation, getting used to the miracle of breaking history, getting used to the brilliance of constantly writing myths...

As a fan, he was so spoiled that he slowly began to take all the brilliance and brilliance for granted. Once there was a setback, he couldn't help but turn around. It seemed that not being critical was the greatest rationality.

But.

The story doesn't start like this.

At the beginning of everything, the reason why I liked Gao Wen was because of his unyielding, perseverance, and fighting spirit, and also because of his devotion, concentration, and wholeheartedness.

Nothing to do with winning.

In fact, it has never had anything to do with victory. He just likes to watch Gao Wen walk on the court alone, and fight with his own hard work and will in the field of Nuoda University. It is strength, speed, rotation, wisdom, will, and The spirit of tennis interprets different charms of tennis.

While I like Gao Wen, I also like tennis.

However, from a certain moment, everything slowly changed. Like those blind followers in the media and fans, he began to pay attention to the victory, the championship and the record, enjoying the brilliance of Gao Wen's continuous record creation, enjoying the glory brought by the aura of victory. Joy and excitement, gradually lost oneself.

After the glorious end of the Sunshine Double Championships, Gao Wen's winning rate dropped significantly when entering the clay court and grass court seasons, and the number of champions showed a precipitous downward trend. In three full months, there was only one champion in the Barcelona 500. Even the number of finals is only once in Barcelona.

Excellent, still excellent; but the magical aura seems to be gone.

Slowly, slowly, they began to be disappointed, dissatisfied, questioned, and cooled. They have become accustomed to winning and the high standard of expectations.

Roland Garros semi-finals, Wimbledon semi-finals, even such excellent results could not meet their expectations.

Things, it shouldn't be like this—

Just like today.

He thought the game was over, he thought that failure was doomed, so the game was not worth paying attention to, "It's a loss anyway, isn't it?"

But in fact, it's not.

The game is not over, and the excitement is not over.

It is not the first time nor the second time for Gao Wen to prove with practical actions that as long as the match point is not fulfilled, the game is not over, and as long as the game continues, it means that the battle will never stop.

And, they can trust, it won't be the last.

Gu Xiao couldn't help holding his breath.

He couldn't believe how much he had missed.

More importantly, until now, Gu Xiao realized that the spirit and belief that once attracted him and changed his attitude towards life have unconsciously entered hibernation, gradually being smoothed in the busy and mediocre life , and finally evolved into the appearance I hate the most.

What happened to him?

Staring at the TV screen, Gao Wen was dripping with sweat as if he had been fished out of the water, his feet were red and his knees were shaking.

However, his eyes were still determined and focused, and he entered a state of ecstasy, completely unaware of the outcome, and just focused on the game in front of him.

That belief is burning.

poof. poof. Plop—

Involuntarily, his heart hit his chest hard like this, Gu Xiao even forgot to sit down, and just stood in front of the TV, standing still in a daze.

match point. split equally.

match point. split equally.

break point. split equally.

match point. split equally.

break point. split equally.

You come and go, dog teeth crisscrossed, the game became anxious again and again, pushing the atmosphere of the center court to an unprecedented height.

Like a pirate ship.

Go left, go right; go left, go back.

Whether Federer's fans or Gawain's fans, without exception, they were caught in a sea of ​​flames—

sprint.

run.

Go all out.

On the court, Gawain was running, running with forgetfulness.

Federer's volley in front of the net was light and tricky. With a small backhand slash, he found the sideline of Gao Wen's forehand position, and landed on the sideline accurately, splashing a piece of lime powder, and then headed towards the area outside the doubles line Fly away, light and floating.

Gao Wen disappeared from the screen like a high-speed train, and the live camera could no longer capture his figure.

He threw his whole body towards the audience seats, hit the ball with his forehand, and before the tennis ball was about to hit the ground, relying on inertia and the swing of his forearm, he slammed the whip abruptly.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball, like a fireball, along the "outside-" route, from outside the doubles line, sticks to the tennis pole, and cuts into the sideline of the court mightily.

In the end, he landed two steps behind Federer and found a spot in bounds.

Break the net, success!

— hum.

In the central court, everyone stood up, raised their arms and shouted, and there was a roar above their ears!

"Amazing!"

"God, we couldn't even see Gao Wen on the screen. After hitting the ball, Gao Wen jumped directly into the auditorium to buffer the inertia."

"However, breaking the net was successful!"

"Gao Wen found the line and landing point with an unbelievable 'outside-', and scored this defensive winning point."

"The eighth match point is saved again!"

"God!"

"The eighth!"

"If you add the three in the fourth set, Gao Wen has recovered eleven match points!"

"incredible!"

"Federer's performance is already top-notch, but Gawain's unyielding fighting spirit has raised this game to a whole new level."

"The entire center court has stood up. At this moment, the outcome is meaningless. Both Federer and Gawain deserve our respect."

Difficulty breathing.

When watching the scoreboard return to "40:40" for the thirteenth time, the audience watching this scene, no one can breathe—

Federer, who missed eight match points.

Gao Wen, missed four break points.

For everyone, this is an extreme challenge.

Then!

"ah!"

Federer growled.

"Ahhh!"

Federer snarled continuously, jumped up high, clenched his fists heavily, and let out a kingly roar at his player's box.

Mirka also clenched her fists and stood up, joining the frenzied ranks of the audience—

ACE.

Another ACE, an endless ACE, an ACE like a firefighting captain, Federer sent out the 23rd ACE of the game, and won the match point again, the ninth in the game and the tenth in the game two.

Federer needs such a score, a simple and efficient score, he needs to get rid of the suppression of Gao Wen's bottom line who has the upper hand, and he needs to end the battle in the first three beats as much as possible, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu. com He needs to pull the rhythm of the game to the mode he is familiar with as much as possible, and he needs to grasp the key scores.

Missing eleven match points, the more flustered and soft-hearted the further back.

Federer himself felt the wavering, so this ACE is even more precious.

On the other side of the court, Gawain was calm. He was still gesturing for a forehand. In fact, his prediction was correct, but the time of the shot was a little slower. Federer’s serve was at 130 miles per hour (210 kilometers) and he gritted his teeth. The breakthrough was completed so that Gao Wen couldn't touch the ball.

A little regretful.

But Gao Wen didn't fluctuate much, because he knew that Federer had such ability. If Federer could make an ace, he could only watch the ball and sigh, and the initiative was not on his side.

Now, the only thing Gao Wen can do is to keep calm and steady, and get ready for the next point again.

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