Match point

Chapter 842 Fighting Together
Gao Wen, you are serious, you are not exaggerating, you are not complimenting, you are not joking.

Looking at the historical journey of Huaxia tennis men's singles, it can be condensed into two names.

One is Pan Bing.

Since Pan Bing won the men's singles championship in the Asian Games for the first time in 1990, he has dominated the men's singles in mainland China for a full decade.

It was also Pan Bing who opened up the situation in the international arena.

In 1995, Pan Bing won a qualifying match at the Australian Open, which was also the first Grand Slam victory in the history of men's singles in Chinese tennis.

In the same year, Pan Bing ranked 176th in the world, setting a new high for Chinese men's singles players, and no one can surpass it for a long time to come.

The other is Zhang Ze.

In 2012, Zhang Ze, who was only 22 years old, won a French Open qualifier.

In the same year that followed, Zhang Ze continued his breakthrough.

Zhang Zexian won another victory in the Wimbledon qualifying round, but unfortunately, like the French Open, he still failed to go further.

Then, relying on his excellent results in the challenge competition, his world ranking rose to 173, breaking Pan Bing's previous record.

And he ushered in a breakthrough in the Imperial Capital Open in September, defeating the fifth seed Gasquet in the second round. This is also the first time in the history of Chinese men's singles players that they have defeated a top 154 player in the world. This victory also made Zhang Ze His instant ranking rose to [-]th, continuing to set new personal highs.

Then, in 2014, Zhang Ze won three consecutive matches in the Australian Open qualifying match, swaggered into the main draw, and made history again.

One step, one footprint.

From Pan Bing to Zhang Ze, he waited for 17 years; and Zhang Ze himself, from his breakthrough in 2012 to his breakthrough in 2014, took three years.

These times were transformed into words, that is, just a few lines, but when it fell on Pan Bing and Zhang Ze, only he knew the minute-by-minute suffering and struggle.

Although the speed is not fast, Zhang Ze is indeed making history with his own hard work and hard work; and in the past two years, he has always been the banner figure of the Chinese men's singles.

Perhaps, some people dismiss this, because "ranked 154 in the world" and passed the qualification test to enter the main match. It's worth mentioning, not even proud of, but ashamed of.

However, a truly wise person should know that without predecessors planting trees, future generations would not be able to enjoy the shade.

Miracles don't happen for no reason.

Pan Bing and Zhang Ze, they are both pioneers and founders. They climbed the peak step by step and entered a higher realm, so that the latecomers can step on their shoulders to see a brand new world.

Rome was not built in a day; miracles were not accomplished in a day.

In the US Open in 2014, Gao Wenshi was astounding, and within two weeks in Flushing, he wrote a brand new story in one go.

Finally, Zhang Ze no longer walked alone and fought alone. On the way forward, not only did he have a small partner, but this time he also had a guide.

and so--

When Tobias was asking about the training venue, Gao Wen saw Zhang Ze's name at the sign-in counter, thought about it, and then had the encounter at this moment.

Gao Wen was serious, he came here because of Zhang Ze.

The "past", "present" and "future" belonging to Huaxia Tennis Men's Singles, just like this, at the NO.17 practice field in Melbourne Park, bathed in the sunset, they converged together.

Zhang Ze, full of passion and surging, looked at Gao Wen who was five years younger than himself, he couldn't help being stunned, but he was slightly different from Gao Wen:

He didn't see himself, but only saw the "future". If even he felt lonely, what about Gao Wen?
As the only Huaxia male player who has attracted much attention, Gao Wen has too many burdens on his body. The "firsts" and "uniques" are layer upon layer towards Gao Wen. Even in the top 180 in the world, he is the only one who bears the glory of the five-star red flag.

So what about the loneliness of being "overwhelmingly cold at the heights"?
After an upset topping the U.S. Open, he created one miracle after another and wrote one piece of history after another, but Gao Wen said when facing the media's pursuit,
"I believe I'm just the first, but not the only one."

Gao Wen was also waiting, waiting hard for the second and third friends to join him, waiting hard for the companions on the road of chasing dreams.

In a daze, Zhang Zecai finally remembered himself.

The self in the past and the current Gao Wen, the present of tennis and the future of tennis, two faces, two figures and two experiences, are intertwined and overlapped in this way.

Looking back on the past, looking forward to the future, and then grasping the present.

The orange-red sunset was burning between light and shadow, those emotions, enthusiasm, and turbulence filled the chest, almost bursting, thousands of words swirled on the tip of the tongue, but found that everything was so insignificant, because actions are always better than words More powerful and more direct.

Gently and involuntarily, the corners of Zhang Ze's mouth rose, as if all the difficulties and obstacles were solved, the two figures in his sight separated again and became two independent individuals again. He was still him, and Gao Wen was still Gao Wen Wen, however, some things are different.

Now, he was no longer alone, and neither was Gawain, because they were running and fighting together, sprinting towards the same goal.

Perhaps, tennis is a lonely sport, but dreams are not.

Then, with the wind blowing, Zhang Ze could see the sky full of red clouds blooming in Gao Wen's eyes, bursting out with a confident light of faith, so firm and so gorgeous, the wind sent his words.

"Tomorrow at Rod Laver Stadium, go all out and leave no regrets!"

In an instant, Zhang Ze's heart was surging.

Therefore, Gao Wen knew everything, he knew that he was going to challenge Hewitt at Rod Laver Stadium tomorrow, and he also knew that he was preparing to play with the ambition of winning the first round of the Grand Slam.

Not only know, but believe that you can do it.

It turned out that he was not alone.

It turned out that he was not walking alone on the thorny road leading to his dream.

It turns out that he is not the only one who still naively and stupidly believes in dreams in the real world.

It turned out that the figure who swaggered ahead and cut through the waves never forgot the countless fellow travelers behind him who still embraced their dreams.

Turns out, they've been on the same path all along.

It turned out to be the case.

Thousands of words are surging on the tip of the tongue, but they don't know how to express them. The weight of the words becomes insignificant at this moment, and the emotions in the chest can no longer be restrained from exploding, igniting the high-spirited fighting spirit, and the blood boils.

"How about it, are you ready? Practice, practice, practice."

Gao Wen's voice echoed over the practice field.

On the edge of the sky, the orange sunset is smudged layer by layer, as if the dream is burning.

(End of this chapter)