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Chapter 480 Final Stage

Chapter 480 Final Stage

Plop.

Plop.

Just after finishing the simple warm-up movements, I can clearly feel the strong force of my heart hitting my chest. A kind of contradictory emotions mixed with tension and excitement, anticipation and apprehension are rolling in my stomach, so that my muscles seem to be faintly tense, and I can't help but feel it.

Take deep breaths again and again.

finals.

When my feet actually stood in the tunnel of Arthur Ashe Stadium and prepared to go on stage, that sense of reality came rushing to me, which was a little incredible and a little exciting:

After the U.S. Championship, I sprinted all the way to the U.S. Open, constantly challenging my limits and breaking through myself. I was looking forward to releasing all my enthusiasm on the Grand Slam stage; but I didn't expect that I would make it all the way to the finals, and everything was not going well.

Reality, happiness and joy swelled in my chest.

The dream that was once out of reach seems to be able to feel the warmth and radiance on your fingertips.

Plop!

Plop!

The beating force of my heart became stronger, as if it would break through the restraints on my chest and explode in the next second. When I came to the final stage, the atmosphere and state were different after all, and my mood was naturally different, and I was filled with emotions and thoughts.

The ground intertwined and continued to roll.

In fact, Gawain knows that the final is different after all, just like what he said to Tobias, in tennis matches, only the final is special, because there is only one championship trophy in an event, and all the games before the final are for

Fighting to advance to the finals, but fighting for the championship in the finals, the whole nature is different.

Naturally, the pressure of the finals is completely different from the pressure of other competitions, and there is no comparison at all.

But when he really felt the burning heat of tension and expectation rolling in his stomach, Gawain realized that even if he was reborn, he could not become invincible and invincible. After all, he was still an ordinary person, facing the opportunity to win a Grand Slam championship.

After all, it is inevitable to worry about gains and losses.

Until this moment, the weight of the word "Grand Slam" has never been clearer than before. Among the current active players in the entire professional tennis world, only six male players can win the Grand Slam championship. The four giants and Del Potro

, Wawrinka, the championship gold cup that countless players dream of and chase but never get a chance to touch.

Now, they will start the ultimate battle for this championship trophy.

call……

Gawain stood there and began to shake his hands and feet in an attempt to relax his muscles, but he immediately realized that there was still a little caddy standing next to him, so he quickly restrained his movements and turned to look at the little guy next to him——

In the final, the two players will appear on stage accompanied by a caddy.

At this moment, Gawain realized that the little one next to him was also very nervous. His eyes were staring ahead in fear, and his body subconsciously moved towards Gawain's position, but he had to distance himself because of Gawain's warm-up movements.

, his slightly raised left hand tried to grab the corner of Gawain's clothes, but was unable to do so, and then hung stiffly in the air.

Gawain felt a little warm in his heart and held the little boy's left hand.

The little one raised his head reflexively, only to find that Gawain was too tall. His neck was almost broken but he still couldn't see it. His center of gravity became unstable and he stumbled back a small step.

Gawain grabbed his left hand and pulled it back. He squatted down quickly and opened his left arm to protect the little boy. As a result, the little boy bumped into Gawain's arm slightly awkwardly and rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

The look made Gawain couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth.

Gawain thought for a while, raised his head and glanced at Cilic who was standing not far behind, then he leaned close to the little boy's ear and whispered in a low voice.

"I'll tell you a secret, I'm actually very nervous."

The little boy's eyes widened, and his blue eyes were filled with surprise of "how is this possible?"

Gawain gently nodded his head in affirmation, put his index finger on his lips to make a "shh" gesture, and looked at Cilic standing behind him with his peripheral vision, "I don't want to expose myself."

The little boy turned his head to look at Cilic, turned around quickly, covered his mouth with both hands to show that he was "sealing", and his eyes became lively as he flapped his face.

The smile in Gawain's eyes also surged, "Just go on stage later and wave to the audience. We can help each other. What do you think?"

The little boy nodded cheerfully, a smile creeping onto his brows.

Then--

At 5:05 pm local time, the 2014 US Open men's singles final officially kicked off, with Gauvin and Cilic appearing in the final.

The audience's attention was all focused on the two players. Only the live broadcast photographer noticed the "strangeness" of the caddy next to Gao Wen. He was like a robot, showing a mechanical smile, and then waved his hands continuously.

Taking care of the entire field at 80 degrees, even the players, referees, and ball boys kept the same posture and smile when taking photos together.

It's hilarious.

Before the caddy left the court, Gawain high-fived the little caddy. Only a small number of spectators could see the little boy jumping away from the court in a high mood. Gawain, who was looking at the back of the little caddy, had a smile on his face.

I also lightly sketched it, and the tight heartstrings slowly relaxed like this——

Instead of focusing on the outcome and the championship, it's better to enjoy the game.

Two weeks ago, Gao Wen did not expect that he would be able to stand on the final stage, nor did he expect that he would receive global attention at Arthur Ashe Stadium.

He raised his head and looked at the court in front of him. In fact, Gao Wen was no stranger to it. Due to some strange combination of circumstances, this was already his fifth game on the center court. On the other hand, Cilic was only entering the center court for the second time.

But today, this stadium seems to have a different look.

In the evening, the sunset fills the sky, and the gorgeous and magnificent purple-red halo falls all over the sky. The top of the stadium is lined with a gold edge. There is a cool breeze and the heat slowly settles. There is no longer the heat and dullness of the afternoon. It seems,

This is a time for competition.

Then, let the battle begin, he can't wait.

"CCTV, CCTV..."

"This is ESPN..."

"This is Sky TV..."

"This is Fuji TV..."

"...Welcome to the last match of the last Grand Slam tournament in 2014, the men's singles final..."

"...The opponent is Marin Cilic from Croatia..."

"...With Gao Wen from China, this final lineup was obviously something that no one could have expected two weeks ago..."

"Gaowen entered the main draw directly with the wild card issued by the US Tennis Association. He is currently ranked 193rd in the world..."

"...On the way to promotion, he defeated Isner, Borrelli, Kyrgios, Wawrinka, Kei Nishikori and Djokovic, including four players ranked in the top fifteen in the world,

There are also two Grand Slam champions this year, which can be said to be full of gold..."

Rustling.

Rustling.

The radio waves are intertwined and cover the whole world, and the bustling heat wave can't wait to spread.

(End of chapter)


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