Kick off! jump! Pulling onions on dry land!

swing! high pressure! Thunderbolt!

Djokovic showed grit and grit —

Even if the direction of his high-pressure ball is guessed, he also knows that temporarily changing the hitting route will easily lead to mistakes. It is better to go all out than to change his mind.

As a result, Djokovic obviously increased his strength, and completed the smash fiercely, heavily, and with all his strength, and there was a thunderous roar in his ears.

boom.

Clean and neat, the crisp sound of the whole hitting the ball can realize that Djokovic has fully closed the force, and the tennis ball turns into a long streamline, as if the tail is still above Djokovic, but the front end is already He rushed towards Gao Wen aggressively.

Sound waves, rolling.

Stepping, stepping, Gawain instinctively adjusted his position with small steps, watching the stormy waves rushing towards him, he didn't dodge, not only didn't dodge, but his feet camped like tree roots when they found their positions On the ground, the two-handed backhand completed the lead shot early—

It's not a complete lead shot with active force, but a borrowed force from the side relying on the turning movement to face forward, and the muscles of the body are completely tense to the extreme.

kick. hit.

Before the tennis ball was in place, Gawain was already in the lead, and then—

Mars hits Earth!

Gao Wen could feel the mighty and vigorous force swallowing him, but the power of his heels, calves, and thighs was completely rooted in the ground. He turned and pushed, and the backhand with both hands was completed in the burst of slightly trembling muscle strength. hit the ball.

A push.

The upper body was pushed forward along the force of the rotation, and then the forearm was swung quickly, completely straight from the arm to the wrist, ensuring the direct transmission of power even in the collision of heaven and earth, and an incomparable wave burst out from the depths of the dantian. the power of.

ah!

Body forward! Push your arms forward!

ah!

The speed of the arm is increased, and the speed of the entire racket head is increased to the extreme. After hitting the ball, it still does not stop swinging. A super giant loop hitting action makes the racket stay on the top of the head. Forward.

ah!

Ahhh!

With a roar from the depths of the soul, the tennis ball disappeared.

There is only an afterimage left in the air, unable to capture the position of the tennis ball, only a vague shadow flying straight along the sideline.

heh.

In an instant, the audience held their breath, as if time had frozen—

Djokovic's high-pressure ball action has not had time to recover, and the gravity pulls his body to fall; the five-star red flag above the stands of the stadium is fluttering in the wind.

The audience sitting in the first row of the audience stands opened their mouths wide open, completely oblivious to the danger of mosquitoes flying in; Qiao Wangsheng in front of the TV had stopped beating and was staring at the screen intently, completely forgetting that his hands were twisted and intertwined. .

In the player's box, Jiang Yanyun didn't dare to watch. He covered his eyes with his palms, but couldn't help it. He could only quietly search for the position of the tennis ball through his fingers. There was no sound in the media center, and the chatter of the commentators had all disappeared. It was as if even breathing had been forgotten.

Hoo hoo.

Hoo hoo.

Only the breeze blows.

Then the tennis ball reappeared, straight and unmistakable, on a ball within the right sideline of Djokovic's court, a step away from the baseline.

The lineman's hands were quickly folded downwards, and his eyes were determined to make a gesture of inbounds.

In!

boom!

In an instant, the magic of time was lifted, and the whole world returned to normal. An unbelievable surge of passion was released collectively, and the Arthur Ashe Stadium fell into madness and became a raging sea of ​​flames.

"…Won?"

Looking at the small screen, Zhan Jun couldn't believe his eyes, and murmured something in a low voice, and tears filled his eyes unexpectedly—

Victory, at hand!

In the first Grand Slam event of Gao Wen’s career, he faced the world’s No. 1 Djokovic in the semi-finals, defeated one of the Big Four with an unparalleled performance, and broke the history created by McEnroe in a dignified way. Heading into the final stage of the 2014 US Open with our heads held high.

Won.

"Aww!"

On the court, Gawain raised his right fist high and tightly, his eyes glowed with incomparable brilliance, then he beat his chest heavily and howled like a wolf—

Even if there was no world ranking two months ago, even if this is the first official ATP event of his career, even if he faces the world's No. On the stage of the semi-finals of the Grand Slam, even if everyone in the world is not optimistic about him...

so what?

This is his battle! A long-awaited battle! A battle to challenge the limit and break through yourself! A dream battle! He never wavered or doubted, so he resolutely fought until the last moment, even if he burned the last bit of energy deep in his soul, he would fight to the end!

Even if he faces the whole world alone, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Not for victory, but for turning around and leaving with your head held high regardless of whether you win or lose after the game!

He refused to leave regrets.

So, he won!

Turning around, Gao Wen penetrated the dazzling light of the audience, looked at his father and mother in the players' box, beating his chest again and again——

Today, he has no reservations!

"Aww!"

Watching this scene, Gu Xiao couldn't control his tears anymore, and started to cry like a child, but the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed wantonly, and then followed Gawain to howl like a wolf.

In front of the TV, Qiao Wangsheng knelt down on the ground as soon as his knees softened. Looking at the small screen, he howled like a lunatic following a wolf. His body trembled uncontrollably. The joy, the happiness, the carelessness, the wantonness opened his whole body instantly. Pores seem to roam freely and dance under the vastness of the blue sea and blue sky.

Then-

"Aww!"

Arthur-Ashe Stadium also howled wolves, not only where the five-star red flag was located, but in all directions and corners.

Gao Wen~lightnovelpub.net~ This 19-year-old young player conquered the audience with an unparalleled match. The passionate and passionate battle easily ignited the blood of the audience.

No one can be an exception.

Some people are still sad about Djokovic's exit, and the emotions of regret and regret make people escape into the dark, but no one can deny Gao Wen's wonderful performance, which is precisely the most touching and beautiful part of competitive sports, so—

Sincere applause for the winners, and sincere praise for the losers. In this wonderful game recorded in history, there may be only one winner but no loser.

"Aww!"

Then, the shouts and applause were so mighty and mighty. After the game, the audience finally sent the support and support that should have belonged to Gao Wen, and the echo and sound echoed in the Arthur Ashe Stadium. .

Enduring!

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