Match point

Chapter 960
The game is over, but the night isn't over yet.

Gao Wen grasped the remaining bit of rationality, stood up abruptly, and then he could see Djokovic who was staggering towards the net.

Five hours and three 10 minutes.

After the 2012 Australian Open final, it became the second-longest Grand Slam final in the Open era, and both featured Djokovic.

At this time, Djokovic had exhausted his energy, and his knees trembling violently were almost unsteady, and the slack after the game caused all his strength to collapse.

Gao Wen took the initiative to greet him, and then he could see Djokovic opened his arms, and the two opponents on the court gave each other a hug across the net.

Perhaps, the turmoil outside the court made the two destined not to be friends, or even enemies, but at this moment, they were willing to temporarily put aside their personal grievances and applaud each other——

A peak duel requires the joint dedication of two players; a classic recorded in history requires two great opponents to collide with sparks.

Tonight, they all held nothing back, and fought to the last moment, no matter who wins or loses, there is no loser.

Djokovic patted Gawain's chest heavily, and met Gawain's gaze frankly.

"You deserve this championship!"

"It was a really good performance tonight. To be honest, I tried, really, I gave it my all, but it was still the side that played better that won the final victory."

Leaving aside Seljan, Djokovic still showed the mind of a champion after the game, and faced the ending calmly.

Frankly acknowledging Gao Wen's excellence is a respect for the opponent and an affirmation of oneself; frankly facing the bitterness of victory and defeat is the acceptance of the game and the expectation for the future.

Tonight, Gao Wen really showed a champion's heart, which is a step up from last year's performance in Paris. He deserves this championship trophy.

There was also a hint of admiration and respect in Gao Wen's eyes.

"Thank you."

Facing Djokovic's praise calmly, the corners of his mouth raised.

"Thank you for fighting with me to the end, there are no losers in this game."

Perhaps, at the end of competitive sports, it is necessary to determine a champion, a winner and a No.1. This is the original order of "competition".

However, this does not mean that other people are losers, and it does not mean that No.2 and No.3 are meaningless, because the charm of competitive sports has many, many other than championships.

Like tonight.

There are leads, reversals, accidents, persistence, battles, releases, sufferings, ups and downs, and most importantly, a steady stream of passion.

Djokovic was slightly taken aback, and took a deep look at Gao Wen. After all, he didn't say anything more, and nodded slightly, "Enjoy the moment that belongs to you."

After speaking, Djokovic walked to the referee's seat, shook hands with Garner first, drooped his shoulders, and returned to the players' rest area with tired and heavy steps.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Wen also came to Garner's side, not only shook hands, but also sincerely expressed "thank you"——

Tonight, Ghana really worked hard. Accidents and waves kept disrupting the progress of the game. It was finally able to finish smoothly, thanks to Ghana's control of the field.

Garner also laughed, and patted Gao Wen's shoulder, but didn't say anything, but looked at the scene and signaled with his eyes.

Following Garner's line of sight, Gao Wen turned around, and then he could see the mighty turmoil and madness in front of him.

Crowds of people.

The tide is rising.

Starlight poured down from the sky, the whole world was shining brightly, and the overwhelming sound waves vented down, continuously roaring and agitating above the eardrums.

Listen, someone is shouting—

"Gawain!"

"Gawain!"

"Gawain!"

One sound, another sound.

again, again.

Among the roaring sounds, that ray of shouting was not prominent, but it was like an embroidery needle, protruding from the clusters of flowers.

Looking at the sound, you can see a handful of five-star red flags flying wantonly, waving, jumping, and then burning.

Release energy hoarsely.

"Gawain!"

Yujia, standing above the Rod Laver Stadium, condescendingly watched the turbulent sea of ​​heat waves in front of her, and followed her heart.

Not only tonight, but for the past two whole weeks, they have been suppressed, swallowed, forgotten, and completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming support of the host. However, they never gave up and never left, and they were always by Gao Wen's side , go all the way, fight to the end.

This victory is not only a Grand Slam championship trophy, but also the most perfect response to the local Australian fans——

Four Australian players, three giants, and one champion.

This is the perfect answer that Gao Wen handed over in Melbourne Park.

Then, Yujia couldn't control herself, and joined the ranks of shouting Gao Wen, shouting and shouting, involuntarily tears welled up in her eyes, and the boiling blood gushed out in the depths of her soul.

The two-week journey was so difficult and tormented, so magical and thrilling, yet so unforgettable.

One, and another.

Not only the Huaxia fans, but also those neutral fans also shouted, because Gao Wen conquered them with practical actions, because of the charm of competitive sports, and because of simply enjoying such a beautiful night, they raised their arms and shouted to the midnight Melbourne Park lit.

Like stars, they fell into the depths of Gao Wen's pupils.

Gao Wen returned to the court, raised his hands high, applauded above his head, looked around, deeply reflected all the crowds in every corner, and expressed the most surging thanks with the most insignificant applause— —

complex.

It was the group of fans in front of him that made him bear unbelievable pressure and experience unheard of suffering.

It was also the group of fans in front of him that allowed him to be reborn in purgatory and won him unparalleled courage.

It is still the group of fans in front of me, accompanying and witnessing this unforgettable experience.

Pfft!
Pfft!
The heart was beating violently like this, almost bursting, all the emotions rushed up, and the roar was like a huge wave hitting a rock.

Boom!

Gawain clenched his fists and hammered his chest once and again, deeply feeling the beating of his heart, feeling the fountain of vitality like never before.

what……

ah ah ah...

The audience cheered and screamed, rising steadily.

Then, Gawain soared into the air high and high, and waved his fist vigorously, finally venting his emotions again.

"Ahhh!"

Gawain also roared out, which completely ignited the madness of Rod Laver Stadium——

Roar!scream!cheer!

The tide is rising.

Mountain whistle tsunami!

The sadness and despair of the Serbian fans were submerged in the majestic momentum, and the confusion and confusion of the Australian fans were also hidden behind the turbulent heat wave of the audience. The entire Rod Laver Stadium has been completely ignited.

Gao Wen clenched his right fist tightly, clenched, clenched, clenched again, filled with emotions surging, almost uncontrollable, just watching the scene in front of him with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, the whole world is surging, seething and erupting. It is already midnight in Melbourne, but it is still like daytime, carnival all night.

(End of this chapter)