Gawain grabbed the remaining sanity and stood up. Then he could see the staggering Djokovic walking towards the net.
Five hours and thirty minutes.
After the 2012 Australian Open final, it became the second longest Grand Slam final in the Open era. Djokovic was a participant in both games.
At this time, Djokovic had exhausted his energy, and his knees were shaking violently and he was almost unsteady. His relaxation after the game caused all his strength to collapse.
Gao Wen took the initiative to greet him, and then you could see Djokovic opening 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 grudges and applaud each other——
A peak duel requires the joint dedication of two players; a classic that will go down in history requires two great opponents to create sparks.
Tonight, they all had no reservations and fought until the very end. Regardless of victory or defeat, there was no loser.
Djokovic patted Gawain's chest heavily and faced Gawain's gaze openly.
"You deserve this championship!"
"The performance tonight was really outstanding. To be honest, I tried, really, I tried my best, but the team that performed better still won the final victory."
Serjan aside, Djokovic showed the magnanimity a champion should have after the game and faced the outcome calmly.
Calmly acknowledging Gao Wen's excellence is a sign of respect for the opponent and an affirmation of oneself; calmly facing the bitterness of victory and defeat is an acceptance of the game and expectations for the future.
Tonight, Gao Wen really showed his heart as a champion, and his performance in Paris last year was even better. He deserves this championship trophy.
Gawain's eyes also showed a touch of admiration and respect.
"Thanks."
He faced Djokovic's praise calmly, and then raised the corners of his mouth.
"Thank you for fighting with me until the end. There are no losers in this game."
Perhaps, at the end of competitive sports, a champion, a winner, and a first place must be determined after all. This is the original order of "competition."
However, this does not mean that others are losers, nor does it mean that second and third place are meaningless, because there is much more to the charm of competitive sports than championships.
Just like tonight.
There are leads, reversals, accidents, persistence, fighting, release, suffering, ups and downs, and most importantly, endless passion.
Djokovic was stunned for a moment, took a deep look at Gawain, and finally said nothing more. He nodded lightly and said, "Enjoy your moment."
After saying that, Djokovic walked to the referee's seat, took the lead in shaking hands with Garner, slumped his shoulders, and dragged tired and heavy steps back to the players' dugout.
Gawain then came to Garner and not only shook hands, but also sincerely expressed "thank you"——
Tonight, Ghana really worked hard. Accidents and disturbances kept disrupting the progress of the game. In the end, it was able to be successfully completed, thanks to Ghana's control of the field.
Garner also laughed and patted Gawain on the shoulder, but did not say anything more. Instead, he looked at the scene and sent a signal with his eyes.
Following Garner's line of sight, Gawain turned around, and then he could see the mighty turbulence and madness in front of him.
Crowds of people.
The tide ebbs and flows.
Starlight fell all over the sky, the whole world shone brightly, and the overwhelming sound waves poured down, roaring and stirring above the eardrums continuously.
Listen, someone is shouting——
"Gawain!"
"Gawain!"
"Gawain!"
One sound, another sound.
Again, again.
Among the roaring sounds, the wisp of shouting was not prominent, but stood out from the clusters of flowers like an embroidery needle.
Looking along the sound, you can see a handful of five-star red flags fluttering, waving, leaping, and then burning.
The energy was released hoarsely.
"Gawain!"
Yu Jia, standing above the Rod Laver Arena, gazed condescendingly at the turbulent sea of heat waves in front of her, and her heart surged.
Not only tonight, but for the past two weeks, they have been suppressed, swallowed up, and forgotten, and were completely overwhelmed by the host's massive support. However, they never gave up, never left, and were always by Gawain's side.
, move forward all the way and 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 championship.
This was Gawain's perfect answer at Melbourne Park.
Then, Yu Jia couldn't control himself and joined the crowd calling for Gawain. As he shouted, tears filled his eyes uncontrollably, and boiling blood spurted out deep in his soul.
The two-week journey was so difficult, so torturous, so magical, so thrilling, yet so unforgettable.
One, and another.
Not only the Chinese fans, but also the neutral fans also shouted because Gao Wen conquered them with practical actions, because of the charm of competitive sports, and because he simply enjoyed such a wonderful night, raising his arms and shouting, "Midnight"
Melbourne Park Lit.
Like stars, falling into the depths of Gawain's pupils.
Gawain returned to the court, raised his hands high, applauded above his head, looked around, took in all the crowds of people in every corner, and used the most insignificant applause to express the most surging gratitude -
—
complex.
It was the fans in front of him who put him under incredible pressure and experienced unheard of suffering.
It was the fans in front of him who allowed him to be reborn in purgatory and gain unparalleled courage.
It was this group of fans in front of me who accompanied and witnessed this unforgettable experience.
Plop!
Plop!
His heart was beating so violently that it was almost about to burst. All the emotions rushed up at once, and the waves of roaring hit him like huge waves hitting rocks.
Bang bang!
Gawain clenched his fists and hammered his chest again and again, deeply feeling the beating of his heart and feeling the fountain of life force gushing like never before.
ah……
Ahhhh...
The whole audience cheered and screamed, rising steadily.
Then, Gawain soared high into the air, waving his fist vigorously, and his emotions finally came out again.
"Ahhh!"
Gawain also roared out, which completely ignited the madness at Rod Laver Stadium——
Roar! Scream! Cheer!
The tide ebbs and flows.
Mountains roar and tsunami roars!
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 raging heat wave. The entire Rod Laver Arena was completely ignited.
Gawain clenched his right fist, clenched it, clenched it, and clenched it again. He was filled with emotion, almost uncontrollable, and just looked at the scene in front of him with tears in his eyes.
At this moment, the whole world is raging, boiling and erupting. It is obviously midnight in Melbourne, but it is still like daytime, carnival all night long.
