Match point

Chapter 1811 Full Focus
Roar!Ho ho ho!
Cheers and shouts, applause and whistles, the party has officially begun.

The fans who flocked to Flushing from all over the world to watch the first footprint of Gawain's defending tour were really satisfied and immediately entered the state of the party——

They just like this kind of game. They don’t need to be nervous or worry about it. They don’t need any roller coaster or big reversal. A simple victory is enough. With the mood of coming to enjoy the performance, they can go into battle easily and leave happily. That's a perfect Tuesday night.

In the audience, the five-star red flag fluttered. This gorgeous and bright red has completed the important task of linking the past and the next, drawing the final conclusion to last year's miraculous journey, and at the same time blowing the clarion call for this year's new journey. Qixin can be clearly heard in the hunting wind of New York night. A concerted shout of enthusiasm.

"Gawain!"

"Gawain!"

"Gawain!"

It resounds through the sky, everything is so simple.

Perhaps, there is only one exception on the scene——

Little Zverev.

When the last point landed, he was not surprised either.

The trend of the entire third set has already been seen. The end can be seen at a glance. He himself has no confidence and patience in the end. The game is over, but it is a kind of relief.

Finally this nightmare can end, finally leave this field, it's over.

Before stepping on the Arthur Ashe Stadium, Zverev Jr. also had his own imagination and vision. This was the first time in his career that he set foot on the Center Court of a Grand Slam, and it was also the largest tennis court in the world. The game itself has been endowed with more profound meaning.

but.

The cruel reality is not the same as the picture he imagined; but how to describe it is mixed but he can't explain it.

Little Zverev lowered his head slightly, his expression and eyes could not be seen clearly by others, and he walked all the way, silently walking towards the net.

Slightly raised his eyes, saw the figure on the opposite side of the net, lowered his eyes again, raised his right hand and took a quick shot without any stop, a misalignment, and his footsteps had already bypassed the ball post and went straight towards the players' rest area Okay, not even the most basic politeness.

The handshake after the game is warm and cold, close and alienated. If you must find an adjective, then this handshake is colder than the Siberian winter. From the eyes to the touch of the palm, it is so sloppy and perfunctory. It exudes a kind of resistance and rejection.

This shouldn't come as a surprise.

Gao Wen, I don't mind.

In fact, after scoring the last point, Gawain did not cheer or celebrate at all. He always remained calm and then breathed a sigh of relief.

In the first game two weeks after leaving the arena, the abdominal injury did not affect my performance. The game basically proceeded according to plan, which is the most important thing. An easy victory is the icing on the cake.

After a handshake without any eye contact or warmth, while waiting for Zverev Jr. to pass by, Gao Wen politely shook hands with the referee, thanked the referee with a smile on his face, and returned to the court.

Gao Wen raised his hands and gently patted the line with his left hand. In this way, he applauded the audience and thanked them for their warm welcome.

After a year, I set foot on the Arthur Ashe stadium again, and the happy memory is still fresh and real; After the game, all these emotions turned into joy in the blood.

Roar!Roar!Roar!Roar!
As Gao Wen faced four different directions, corresponding audience stands erupted into roaring cheers, lighting up the entire night sky like a wave of people.

And when Gao Wen spun around and returned to his original position, they all burst into cheers.

"what!"

The rolling sound wave of raising arms and shouting violently hit the seats of the stadium, reverberating in bursts, and went straight to the sky, and the sky above also rolled.

Boom, boom boom boom——

The uniform shouts are far from the end, which is really incredible.

Jim Courier is already standing by the side of the court, even though he has been through a lot of battles, he still can't help but marvel at the scene in front of him at this moment.

This year, the legendary star accepted the invitation of the US Open to serve as the post-match host of the men's singles event on the Center Court, interacting with the players on the spot.

As the game drew to a close, Courier and the TV crew were on the sidelines getting ready, but they still needed to give the players some time to thank the crowd and do light postgame tasks.

As a result, Courier discovered that the protagonist who won tonight seemed to have forgotten one thing.

"Hey! Hey, that girl knight, did you forget something?"

Courier picked up the microphone and greeted quickly.

Gao Wen, who put on a black coat to keep warm and put on his equipment bag, was about to leave the stadium for post-match recovery training. He could see the two staff members in front of him waving their hands in panic and constantly reminding him that his footsteps paused slightly. , full of question marks.

Then, when Gao Wen turned around, he saw the live broadcast team chasing after them with cameras, and then he realized that the end of the game did not mean the end of everything.

Gao Wen showed a smile, apologized quickly, came back again, put down the equipment bag, looked at the camera lens and couldn't help laughing.

"Boom! It's a prank! How about it, you are all fooled."

In such a way to hide his forgetfulness, the Arthur Ashe stadium burst into laughter.

Courier also did not expect that Gao Wen would resolve the embarrassment in such a way, and he was very cooperative, "Indeed, we were all fooled."

He shook his head while speaking.

The scene was full of laughter.

"First of all, welcome back..."

Courier's words were interrupted by the audience before he finished speaking.

"Wow, it looks like someone here has won the hearts of the audience."

"How is it, how does it feel to be on the Arthur Ashe Stadium again as the defending champion? Has something changed?"

The opening is still a standard question, no different from the pre-match press conference, after all, this is the first time in Gao Wen's career as the defending champion.

But Gao Wen's answer was slightly different.

"Oh, after the first game at this time last year, it wasn't like that."

what!
The audience laughed.

After Gao Wen upset Isner in the first round last year, although the boos were not as exaggerated, it must be admitted that the audience needed some time to digest.

But tonight was very different.

The smile on the corner of Gao Wen's mouth also rose, and he continued to answer.

"It's different, it's still different, I just completely forgot about the post-match interview, obviously I'm still worried about no one knowing me."

Hahaha.

"The biggest difference is that you welcomed me back in such a warm way, not only as the defending champion, but also as a home away from home."

"Oh, it's been a long time since I saw this feeling. It's been a long time since."

Wait, is Gao Wen implying the away treatment of the other three Grand Slams?

Roar, boom, ha.

Booing and noise, detonated the audience.

(End of this chapter)