"Don't believe it? Otherwise, let's play another game. Do you think I can run?"
It was a small joke, but I deeply felt Nadal's domineering power between the lines. Even if he lost, the championship temperament deep in his soul was still revealed.
This finally made Gawain regain his smile. He looked directly into Nadal's eyes, shook his head repeatedly, and expressed his position seriously with a serious face.
"No, no, no, if we have another duel, we can wait until next time. Today's game is over. I'm very sure that the side with the better performance has won, but I promise, I can't wait to play with you again.
We met, and I will do my best next time."
As for today's match, the outcome has been decided, and Gawain has absolutely no intention of playing a decisive set.
Looking at Gao Wen's serious expression, Nadal chuckled, "Are you looking forward to the next meeting now? Oh, please, give me some rest time, I think I can wait a little longer."
Obviously, this is a joke.
Gawain covered his chest, "Rafa, do I mean to be rejected?"
The banter between you and me made the atmosphere relaxed again.
Gao Wen looked at Nadal again, with a serious look in his eyes, "Rafa, are you okay? Are you sure you're okay?"
It can be seen that Nadal must have some physical problems.
Nadal waved his hand and said, "It's okay, there's no need to worry about me. I'll take a good rest and adjust, and then prepare for the next challenge."
Victory is victory, failure is failure, Nadal does not need any excuses, Gawain won beautifully, and he can face the results with dignity.
With the support of Gawain, Nadal regained his energy, felt the ground with his legs, and stood up straight. Although the emptiness of emptying out the ancient power still made his steps deeper and shallower, his body had become accustomed to it again.
With the weight of gravity, you can stand by your own strength.
Nadal patted Gao Wen's back again, and his smile rose again, "It's up to you to go back to physical therapy to keep up. There will be a tough battle ahead."
Although he didn't say much, the encouragement in Nadal's eyes didn't lie.
Perhaps it would be too hypocritical to ask Nadal to say a blessing like "I hope you win the championship". After all, this is the most special event in Nadal's career; but the outcome has been decided, Nadal is still willing to send blessings.
I look forward to Gao Wen continuing to give top performances and continue fighting with all his strength.
This is enough.
Gawain nodded gently, "I know, the battle is still going on."
There is no need to go into details, but it is enough.
Then, Nadal and Gauvin walked side by side towards the referee.
Buzz buzz.
The quiet space of the Philippe-Chatier Stadium was filled with trivial excitement and enthusiasm, and then, an earth-shattering shock——
"Hey Rafa! Good job!"
In the audience stands, someone finally came to his senses and broke the silence of the audience. He shouted hoarsely and the hoarseness in his voice could be clearly felt, inadvertently revealing the mixed emotions of watching the entire game.
It’s excitement or excitement, regret or sadness, happiness or loss.
If possible, they also hope that the game can go on for a long time. There will be no losers and no regrets, but this is impossible——
Competitive sports ultimately need a winner.
but.
Perhaps, the outcome of competitive sports must determine the winner, but there is no loser in a strong showdown that challenges oneself to the limit. Just like the game in front of them, they have witnessed the struggle of two fighters and two gods of war. They have witnessed the struggle of two warriors and two gods of war.
The sparkle of a champion.
This is enough.
They witnessed a victory; more importantly, they witnessed a battle, a competitive collision interpreted with life, soul and fighting spirit.
At the end of the day, that's all that matters.
The hoarse voice broke the silence, and the confusion and excitement hidden in the words slowly spread in the center of the Philippe-Chatier Stadium.
Whistles, cheers, and discussions slowly surged up, gradually filling the entire Philippe-Chatier Stadium, but it was still difficult to accurately express the complexity and richness of their hearts. After experiencing such a game, the audience again
How should we pay our respects to our players?
Until Nadal packed up his equipment and turned away as a loser for the second time in his career, leaving the stage to Gawain. Unexpectedly, Gawain stopped what he was doing, returned to the court, and raised his head high.
With both hands, he applauded Nadal and watched Nadal leave the court.
Simple, yet sincere.
At this time, the audience inside and outside the Philippe-Chatier Stadium finally reacted. No words can compare to the sincerity and energy of applause.
Sometimes, actions are more powerful than words. Those cheers, shouts, and praises all evolve into a simple action of clapping hands; but in the collision of palms, the passion surging in the chest is turned into the thoughts that have been swirling in the mind for a long time.
Enthusiasm, all poured into it.
This is enough.
then.
Applause, thunder.
It surged from all directions. At first it was only within the Philippe-Chatier Stadium, but slowly you could feel the surging sound and air waves starting from outside the court and spreading towards the inside. The energy of the entire Roland Garros
They are all gathering towards the center court, condensing into one force.
It's getting more and more intense.
In the blink of an eye, this gathered into a storm, swirling and surging over Philippe-Chatier, overwhelming the sky and changing the color of the wind and clouds.
boom!
Boom boom boom!
Shocking, rolling, so vast and so grand that Nadal couldn't help but pause when he left, turned around and looked at the turbulence in front of him——
In Nadal's career, Roland Garros has never really given him such treatment. The Parisians have never been able to like his playing style and method. Even if he achieves countless brilliance here, he cannot conquer the sincerity of Roland Garros, and even
I was booed more than once.
This is always a pity.
Of course, Nadal knows that he cannot win everyone's likes, so he has always remained calm about this and dealt rationally with Paris's harsh and critical nature.
But deep down, Nadal also admits that Roland Garros has always been the most special and beautiful paradise in his career. He hopes to leave more beautiful memories here. If the audience is absent, then this beauty will not be there.
Complete, after all, it is a regret that cannot be ignored.
For a long, long time, Nadal thought that this regret could never be fully filled.
Until now.
Just now, Nadal experienced the most painful and regrettable defeat in his career, and it may even be the lowest season in the entire decade——
With this loss, Nadal's glorious record of winning at least one Grand Slam for ten consecutive years is likely to end this year.
The long and dark trough, the struggling and painful slump, reached a climax after today's defeat. The tiredness and loss pouring out from the depths of the heart are not even pain or sadness, but they can produce a power of despair.
It's like free falling from high altitude.
Falling, out of control, nothingness.
However.
The applause surged.
The moment that I have been waiting for and waiting for, and looking forward to again and again, has finally arrived.
