Chapter 920 Successful Liquidation

Even if you walk alone, even if you stand alone, even if you are alone, even if you face the whole world alone, so what?

He won't give up!

Not only will not, but will fight to the end!

To live again, to be a human again, he didn't come here for the sake of humiliation, nor for the sake of surviving. He came here to chase dreams, to bloom life, to enjoy life, and to live like a summer flower.

Fight high and never give up!

He will fight to the end until he burns out, regardless of the length of his life, he will do his best every moment to live out his own color.

So, what about standing alone on the edge of a cliff facing thousands of troops?

He will fight **** battle to fight his way!

He will rush to the dawn with tenacious resistance!

Let the storm come harder.

"ah!"

Gao Wen, release them all without reservation.

"Ahhh!"

To the packed crowd at Rod Laver Stadium, vent—

What about the boos? What about those sighs? What about the support?

Where are your voices? Why did it disappear?

Who else!

Who else dares to confront head-on, just let the horse come! He hasn't finished fighting yet!

The smell of blood lingered on the tip of the tongue, and the passion and publicity in the eyes bloomed wantonly.

"Ahhh!"

Roaring and roaring, Gao Wen, sweating profusely and with bruised veins, faced the Rod Laver Stadium of the University of Nuo University by himself, and bravely challenged him.

Like a **** **** of war.

The sturdy and powerful aura rolled over, swept the audience, and filled the entire stadium upright. The mighty fighting spirit formed an absolute suppression, which made it almost impossible to breathe, so that everyone could not help but crawl on him. under the feet.

shivering.

Worship.

Not only the British and Australian fans, but even the Chinese fans were in shock and frenzy, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.

Only the blood is burning.

on the pitch.

Murray had tried his best, and took a big step forward at the last moment, but he still couldn't catch up. The exhaustion of his physical strength made his knees weak.

Taking advantage of the trend, Murray directly knelt on his knees, buried his head deeply on the court, panting like a cow, and couldn't stand up for a long, long time.

This point, this round, he really tried his best, he has played his current top level, but this round was still broken.

He has really exhausted the last drop of oil.

However, Gao Wen's stroke of genius was still too wonderful, too wonderful, the feeling of powerlessness dragged his body down continuously, and he couldn't even get angry.

At this moment, the only thought in my mind is admiration.

Pure and simple, out of the admiration of one professional tennis player for another, because Murray knows better than anyone:

For this point, the two of them have already played to the extreme.

Uncontrollably, Murray's body trembled slightly, not because he was crying, but because he was exhausted, his physical strength was still not completely over, his mental and physical strength had been exhausted to the extreme, his brain went blank, and then his body trembled uncontrollably .

dizzy.

The whole world is spinning, the humming and roaring in the head ebbs and flows.

In the distance, Murray heard a faint voice.

"Andy, are you okay?"

As if spreading from the other side of the valley, bursts of reverberations lingered and stirred in my ears.

The tinnitus disappeared, and Murray raised his head again, and then he saw Gao Wen's concerned expression, and the sincere light in his eyes.

hum.

hum.

Murray's world was still spinning, his chest was tingling, and his breathing was not smooth, as if countless embroidery needles had penetrated the air holes in his lungs.

Looking at Gawain's outstretched right hand, Murray hesitated for a moment, but Murray still held Gawain's right hand, and with the help of his strength, he stood up again.

"Thanks."

Murray said.

Then I saw Gao Wen looked over with concern, and asked again, "Are you sure you're okay, do you need a medical suspension?" This made Murray smile.

"Don't worry, the old bone can still run again."

Gawain and Murray both laughed.

In the player's box.

Judy Murray, the first one to stand up and applaud—

It is to cheer for Murray, and it is also to applaud Gao Wen's spirit of fair play. In this moment, both players deserve applause.

clap clap.

Clap clap!

The applause gradually gathered, from Chinese fans to neutral fans, to British fans, and finally, local Australian fans also gave applause.

Emotions are mixed and turbulent at this moment.

Perhaps, some people were still impressed by Gao Wen's wonderful performance and sportsmanship after all; perhaps, some people applauded this wonderful duel.

Perhaps, someone is cheering for Murray. This game is obviously not over yet. At this moment, it has nothing to do with winning or losing, but has something to do with competitive sports.

One after another, applause swept the audience. This men's singles semi-final finally ushered in a real climax.

At this moment, the purity and enthusiasm of competitive sports are displayed to the fullest. This is about winning or losing, but it is far more than that.

However-

The audience in front of the TV, the audience in Melbourne Park, the audience in the streets and alleys, the audience who are drinking, relaxing and enjoying a moment of leisure, have lost confidence.

Time stagnation, unlocked smoothly.

And then life went back to normal, moving on, talking, living, and no one was paying attention to the Australian Open semi-final.

After being broken in two serve games, Murray's hope of winning has become increasingly slim, especially the contrast between the two players' states at this stage is even more stark.

Some people lack the belief to continue watching, some people are too stressed to continue watching, and some people suspect that the bad luck they have brought to Murray by watching the live broadcast is the root cause of Murray's predicament...

So, they turn off the TV, they leave the broadcast, they go back to their lives, and they pretend to forget about the game.

However, deep in my heart, I was always concerned about the score, and that faint ray of hope remained unextinguished, like the second boot upstairs that hadn't fallen off.

After all ~lightnovelpub.net~ competitive sports should always believe in miracles, no?

Then you can see that some people keep updating social networks, some keep refreshing the real-time scores of the Australian Open official app, some secretly turn on the radio to listen to the live broadcast, and some ask friends for the live score through the chat group, but they regret it just after asking With "don't tell me"...

A little bit of concern, a little bit of concern, wanting to ignore, but unable to completely calm down, and then, my mood was completely disrupted, and I couldn't calm down.

Even more tormented than watching a live game.

Until finally I couldn't bear it any more, with the feeling that if you stretch your head and shrink your head, it will be a knife. Regardless of the outcome, you always need to witness a result.

Hastily turned on the TV, hoping for a miracle, and—

"7:6(9, "6:7(5, "6:3", "6:0".

No miracles.

At the end of the match, in the fourth set, Gao Wen sent out his first donut at this year's Australian Open, advancing to the final with his head held high.

Liquidation, success.

(end of this chapter)