There were thunderous applause, cheers, and even whistles and strange screams. The caddies and staff welcomed Gawain's return in this way and paid tribute to this wonderful duel.
The whole audience was so excited that it was not inferior to that of Philippe Chartier.
Gawain was a little flattered, smiled, nodded and waved to express his gratitude, then raised his hands, high-fived the people on both sides in celebration, and staggered forward to join the carnival.
Finally, the footsteps stopped in front of Jiang Yanyun.
Ko Hongli, Sampras, Agassi and others are scattered behind.
Jiang Yanyun looked at Gao Wen seriously, and his eyes made Gao Wen a little nervous. He quickly straightened his knees and straightened his back, and spoke with a strong voice.
"I'm fine, Mom, I'm fine, I'm just a little exhausted..."
Jiang Yanyun looked at his son who was hurriedly covering up his tiredness. The smile on his lips rose and he patted Gao Wen's arm gently.
"Performed very well. Really, mom thinks you are the champion this time."
As she spoke, Jiang Yanyun's voice was choked up, and tears could be seen in her eyes. She quickly rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and showed a smile again.
"Really! You performed so well today and persisted until the end. In my mother's heart, you are the champion. Really, Xiao Wu, don't be sad or disappointed..."
"you……"
Halfway through her words, Jiang Yanyun realized that tears had burst into her eyes, and she hurriedly wiped them all away with the back of her hand again.
Jiang Yanyun just felt sorry for his son.
Even she herself was under tremendous pressure because of the news and comments on the Internet, and had insomnia all night long, let alone Gawain?
In today's game, Gawain really tried his best, burning all his energy and fighting until the last minute, but this victory did not belong to him after all.
Looking at Gawain running on the court, looking at Gawain who is almost exhausted, looking at Gawain who still smiles despite failure, looking at Gawain who is full of bitterness but pretending to be strong...
Jiang Yanyun just felt sad.
He looked at Gawain carefully and originally wanted to comfort him, but he didn't expect that the tears would burst out like this.
Jiang Yanyun was a little panicked.
"Mom is not sad, but moved."
"You performed great today! Mom thinks you can get a perfect score of 100 in your first clay court season. Even if you get a perfect score, you are not afraid of being proud."
However, the more I say this, the sadder it becomes.
Gao Wen looked at Jiang Yanyun who was wiping away his tears and trying to comfort himself. His nose was slightly sore, and then he took a step forward, bent down and hugged her.
"Mom, I'm tired. I want to eat the sweet and sour pork ribs you cooked."
Jiang Yanyun couldn't hold back her tears and burst into tears. She also hugged Gao Wen, patted her son's back gently, and nodded incoherently.
"Okay. Okay. Mom will cook it for you later. You can eat as much as you want."
Gao Hongli watched this scene quietly, a little confused.
The son has grown up, like a big tree in the sky. They once needed to protect him from the wind and rain; but now, it is the son's turn to build a safe haven for them.
It was Jiang Yanyun who was supposed to be comforting Gao Wen, but in the end it was Gao Wen who was comforting Jiang Yanyun. Looking at Gao Wen who was firmly protecting Jiang Yanyun under his wings, Gao Hongli's eyes seemed to be blurring quietly.
Taking a deep breath, Gao Hongli turned his head and looked to the side, as if he was studying the painting on the wall, suppressing his turbulent emotions.
After Gao Hongli calmed down a little, he turned his head again, only to see Gao Wen winking at him and speaking silently with his mouth.
"Dad, help..."
Gao Hongli was stunned for a moment and almost laughed out loud, but in the end he kept his face straight and glared at Gao Wen fiercely. He thought this brat had grown up, but he was still so naughty in the end.
However, Gao Hongli still took action.
He gently patted Jiang Yanyun on the shoulder, "Xiao Wu still needs relaxation treatment after the game, and then there will be a press conference, so we don't want to delay him."
Jiang Yanyun also came to his senses at this time, "Yes, yes, relax treatment, Xiao Wu, go quickly, don't let the coach wait, these things cannot be taken lightly."
Gao Hongli nodded repeatedly, "That's right, why are you lingering here?"
Gawain:???
He? Dilly-dallying?
It’s unfair, this is simply snow in June!
But looking at Gao Hongli's confident gaze and Jiang Yanyun's concerned eyes, Gao Wen could only touch his nose, swallowed all his subsequent words, showed a smile to Jiang Yanyun, said goodbye, and headed to the massage room——
The work after the game really needs to be done step by step and there is no room for sloppiness. At this point, there is no difference between victory and defeat.
After walking a short distance, Gao Wen noticed that Sampras and Agassi were also coming.
Usually only Peart receives post-match treatment, and there is really no need for the two head coaches to follow up.
Sensing Gawain's gaze, Sampras preemptively said, "I performed very well in the clay court season, so there is no need to embarrass myself. Next, we will prepare well for the grass court season."
After saying that, Sampras felt that something was missing, so he patted Gawain on the shoulder and said, "Come on!"
Gao Wen:……
Peart and Agassi:…
Sampras completely ignored everyone's gazes, cleared his throat, turned and left, and actually just... left...
If you take a closer look, you can notice that Sampras left quickly in a race-walking manner, and walked faster and faster, as if shrinking to an inch. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving Gawain and the three of them looking at each other, but there was one.
I felt an inexplicable sense of joy and burst into laughter.
After laughing out loud, the awkward deadlock was broken, and Agassi, who was not good at words, felt a little more at ease.
"...Gawain, good job."
Agassi hesitated and touched his bald head awkwardly.
"After the Australian Open, Pete asked me if I could be your head coach during the clay court season. At that time, I had no confidence. After all, my clay court performance was just average. I was better than Pete, but compared with the real clay court masters
, there is still a gap.”
"But now, the clay court season is over, your performance far exceeded expectations, even better than any clay court season in Pete's career."
Is this... a casual comment on Sampras?
Gawain had a hard time holding back his laughter.
"I just want to tell you that your performance is really good. There is no need to be disappointed. I believe you still have room for improvement and I believe you still have a chance."
"The next step is the grass season, which is Peter's home court. He still holds the position of head coach, and I am responsible for assisting."
"But I just want to tell you, thank you, Gao Wen, for letting me finish this year's clay court season with you."
The words are nothing fancy or special, and can even be said to be boring, but it is precisely this boredom that reveals a sincerity.
After saying that, Agassi felt a little awkward and reserved, as if he didn't know how to end it. He subconsciously touched his bald head again and wanted to run away. He muttered "that guy Pete" and couldn't help but look back at the end of the corridor to look for him.
Sampras figure.
Gawain was a little surprised, with a slight smile in his eyes, "Andre, thank you for your affirmation, and thank you for your willingness to accompany me on this journey, but I need to confirm that this is not the end, right?"
Agassi was stunned for a moment, and it took him a moment to realize that Gawain was joking, and couldn't help but laugh in relief, "No, don't worry, this is certainly not the end."
