Chapter 876 Dream Contour

Looking at flowers in the fog.

Lightning flint.

Everything happened so fast that the audience had not had time to notice the details on the court, and then they saw Kyrgios preparing to do it.

Then, seeing Kyrgios lose control of his emotions, the referee came forward to control the situation, and then the security personnel entered the field in file.

So, what happened?

"Let go!"

"Go away!"

"I know what I'm doing! How dare you touch me? Look? If you touch me, I'll smash your heads right away."

"Fuck off all hell."

Kyrgios is yelling, he's getting into a fight with security, and it's chaotic.

However, Kyrgios did not do anything after all. Surrounded by security personnel, he returned to the players' rest area, packed his equipment, and left the field under surveillance.

Then, Gawain returned.

Gawain returned to the court, raised his head and chest, stood upright, looked around, smiled, raised his hands high, and responded with applause:

Thanks to the booing of the home fans for being the driving force of his game; thanks to the support from the away fans and neutral fans as the fuel for his progress.

boom!

Kyrgios slammed his equipment bag against the signboard next to the players' tunnel, making a muffled sound, and attracted attention again.

Then, there were boos.

"Siuuuuu..."

For a while, it was unclear whether they were booing Kyrgios' violence or Gawain's provocation—

Still returning to the field to applaud and salute after winning is purely satirizing the embarrassment of the home fans. Even if they tried their best, they could not help Kyrgios win the game.

The victor's attitude is provoking the sensitive nerves of every home fan.

However, Gao Wen remained unmoved.

Indeed, this is Australia's home stadium, but Gao Wen will not forget that there are still many Huaxia fans and other neutral fans who came to support him today.

After expressing his thanks, Gao Wen returned to the players' rest area, packed up his equipment, then remembered something, stood up straight quickly, and searched around.

"found it!"

Among the caddy caddy lined up neatly, Gao Wen found the caddy who was almost injured, and strode over.

"Hey guy."

Gao Wen took the initiative to raise his voice to say hello. Without words at all, the caddies parted ways, and all eyes were on the boy.

"You acted very bravely today."

"I can't express my admiration in words. I hope to see you fighting on the court in the future."

Caddy is not only a very important part of the game, but also the start of many professional players. Federer used to be a caddy in his childhood, and he is not the only one.

After finishing speaking, Gao Wen handed over the racket that he had won the match point.

In many interviews with tennis players, Gao Wen wrote many impressive articles, one of which was about Nadal and his racket.

Professional players need to vent their emotions on the court. Most players will criticize their coaches or dislike their equipment. Tennis players will naturally smash their rackets.

Including Federer, Djokovic, Murray, etc., smashing rackets is commonplace, after all, they are also ordinary human beings.

Nadal is also an ordinary person, he also has his own emotions, those who are annoyed, angry and frustrated, he also needs to vent his emotions, but Nadal is the only one among the top players who has never dropped his racket, not once.

Later, more than one reporter asked Nadal, the Spanish **** of war said,

"My uncle and my family have told me more than once since I first started playing that the racket is my partner and the weapon that I fight with, and if I don't play well, it's my fault, not the racket. wrong."

"Also, there are many, many kids all over the world who can't even afford a pair of rackets. I shouldn't just throw a racket. It's irresponsible. My family has very clear rules that if I Throw the racket, then I'm not allowed to play."

For Nadal, the racket has always been special.

Gawain likes the word Nadal uses to describe his racquet, "partner".

It is precisely because of this that Gao Wen has always cherished his racket very much, and he is also trying to avoid any behavior of dropping the racket, because he is the child who "needs to maintain his equipment well and is worried that buying extra rackets may increase the burden on the family".

At this time, Gao Wen presented this racket to the caddy.

The caddy was still a little ignorant, obviously he didn't expect that there would be a post-match reward, but he took the racket reflexively and tried to say something, but murmured that he didn't know what to say.

Then, the caddies could see Gao Wen showing a bright smile, saluting them, turning around and walking away.

Wow!

The surrounding caddies finally lifted the seal, and surrounded the caddy one by one, their trivial voices could no longer suppress their excitement.

"Alex!"

"God, Gao Wen is so kind!"

"Ah, I really, really like Gao Wen's smile."

"I'm so envious, Alex!"

"Can I hold a racket? Can I?"

"This is the racket that Gao Wen won the match point with!"

The chirping voice was a little childish, one by one cheered and shouted, danced and laughed, and the air danced along with it.

The caddy turned his head and watched Gao Wen leave.

The Margaret Court Stadium was still full of hustle and bustle, but Gawain straightened his back, straight and upright, and his tall and strutting figure seemed to be able to repel all attacks with ease, so that the light of the whole world was condensed on him.

Everything else doesn't matter anymore.

poof.

Plop!

The heart in the chest was beating like never before, fierce and powerful.

Suddenly, the dream became real and precise, as if it had the outline of an image, and it was getting clearer and clearer.

At the scene ~lightnovelpub.net~ there were still a small number of home fans booing hoarsely, protesting with practical actions, and even attacking.

But their voices were drowned out by the cheers and screams of Huaxia fans in an instant.

In the frenzy of dejected exits, the Margaret Court Stadium soon became a sea of ​​celebrations, and it spread mightily towards Melbourne Park.

A feeling of sadness and pain, despair and struggle welled up in my heart—

Don't get me wrong, the home fans still hated Gao Wen and hated him to the bone, but they couldn't do more, because any little move would make them look worthless and unable to lose.

and…

If Tomic and Kyrgios had played better, they would have been more confident, but the result?

One is passive and lazy, and the other is impulsive and brainless.

The performances of the two hopeful new stars are not convincing. Even if they are better, tougher, or even just win the next game, the home fans will not be so embarrassed. Even wanting to scold the Huaxia fans seems short of breath.

So, what else can they do?

(end of this chapter)