Pospisil himself didn't realize that just now he had tried every means to avoid the handshake, but now he couldn't move forward and stopped again.
The question marks overflowed, filling his head to the brim and almost exploding, but he still couldn't understand Gawain.
Gawain noticed the burning gaze, looked over, and saw Pospisil's looking and probing eyes.
When they were shaking hands, Pospisil was avoiding Gawain's eyes. Fear and panic gripped his heart tightly, so he didn't see him until now.
Clear eyes, frank and direct, calm and bright, with nothing to hide, and an upright posture to welcome all scrutiny and prying eyes.
But all the evil spirits' thoughts were exposed. Pospisil was instantly overwhelmed by shame and turned his attention in a panic.
Unable to stay any longer, Pospisil hurried forward, shook hands with the referee, lowered his head, and walked straight to the players' dugout.
Sok, it's just baffling.
After taking a look at Pospisil's back, Sok did not rush to follow him, but stopped for a moment and showed a smile to Gawain.
"If I had known better, I would have stopped using the gun target skill just now. It feels like I was at a disadvantage."
Gun target skills?
Gawain was stunned for a moment, then he realized what he was doing and laughed out loud, "When we meet next time, we can try it again. Maybe it will work the second time?"
Sok tilted his head and thought seriously, "I feel like you are deceiving Little Red Riding Hood's Big Bad Wolf. Uncle, thank you, I won't eat the lollipop."
Gawain raised his hands, his face full of innocence, "I'm sorry, I am such a pure and kind person." The topic changed, "So, this kid, how about ice cream?"
"If it's strawberry flavor, I'll consider it." Suoke gave the answer with a serious chin.
Dimitrov, who was standing next to him, shook his head repeatedly. He couldn't stand it anymore. He really couldn't stand it anymore——
Suoke, with a beard, looks more like an uncle even though he is young.
Gao Wen, Asians tend to look younger, and he looks even more baby-faced.
The results of it?
Who says who is the uncle, who says who is the child?
One comes, one goes.
Gawain and Sok both saw Dimitrov's eye-rolling expression, exchanged glances, and then both laughed.
Ha ha!
Immediately afterwards, Dimitrov couldn't hold back and laughed heartily.
I feel very happy.
Then--
shake hands.
Turn around.
Go ahead individually.
On the other side, Sock returned to the dugout to comfort the depressed Pospisil, but this was the final and they couldn't leave immediately. There was an awards ceremony to follow, so they needed to continue waiting here to witness their opponents celebrating the championship.
This is indeed a cruel moment.
Here, Gawain and Dimitrov returned to the court, bathed in the applause of the audience, and enjoyed their moment.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Applause swarmed in from all directions, the whole place was surging, and the heat wave was rolling. Especially when the champion returned to the field, it reached a new peak. I deeply felt the enthusiasm of the audience and welcomed it in the most direct and simple way.
Come and have a carnival to bring this final to a close.
Gawain and Dimitrov both raised their hands and responded with applause and smiles to thank the audience for their support.
"Gawain, I love you!"
"Gregor, win beautifully!"
The shouts erupted in the turbulence of the entire audience, and the shouts of the audience could be vaguely heard, coming from different corners, releasing energy.
The words may not be so special, but one can deeply feel the enthusiasm and sincerity hidden in them. They weigh heavily on his chest, arousing a slight warmth and making the smile on Gawain's lips bloom completely.
At this moment, there was a commotion from the audience, and then someone shouted——
"Gregor."
One sound. Another sound.
In the blink of an eye, the shouts merged into one, sweeping across the entire venue and evolving into a brand new wave of sound.
Gawain didn't know why, turned around and looked over, and saw Dimitrov squatting down.
He lowered his head slightly, covered his eyes with his right hand, and his shoulders were shaking slightly.
Gawain knew what happened without asking.
For Dimitrov, the 2015 season so far has been full of ups and downs and suffering. He has been unable to find his form and the pressure has almost swallowed him up.
Perhaps, some people will say that Raonic is suffering from injuries, and that is the real difficulty. Dimitrov is healthy, so what is there to struggle for?
But competitive sports are like this. Every player is fighting with himself. Sometimes, it is a physical level, and they need to seek medical help; sometimes, it is a psychological level, those pressures, emotions, etc.
Difficulty has become an invisible bondage.
Injury does not exist only if it is visible, nor is it serious only if it can be felt by the body.
In the eyes of the audience, they see players winning, seeing players fail, seeing players throwing rackets, seeing players losing control, and they don’t understand what happened at all. Then they just watch and make judgments, and an overwhelming wave of curses and accusations come.
It seems as if it is as simple as eating and drinking.
In fact, every player has his own dilemma, his own life, and his own constraints to face. Competitive sports have never been that easy.
After several months of ups and downs, Dimitrov was still unable to get rid of the shackles, especially since he was not injured, but his condition was still terrible, and he became more and more disappointed with himself.
Until today.
A championship trophy, even if it is a doubles championship, victory is still a victory, a solid victory, rediscovering the long-lost confidence.
What's more, this is Monte Carlo, Dimitrov's residence, which can be regarded as half of the home court. The championship here is even more special.
Dimitrov thought he wouldn't care too much. After winning the match point, he always remained calm and his mood did not fluctuate. However, the audience began to shout his name. At that moment, there was an indescribable feeling.
The taste surged up like this and burst the dam in an instant.
Somewhat embarrassed.
Dimitrov couldn't help but squat down to hide his panic. He had not expected such a moment at all.
Gao Wen could understand. He couldn't help but think of the feeling of winning a second chance three years ago and then standing on the court to complete his first official game.
complex.
Words simply cannot describe one thousandth of it. Whether it is happiness or sadness, sweetness or bitterness, all kinds of tastes can easily defeat the defense.
Gawain did not step forward to comfort Dimitrov, but raised his hands and called on all the audience to join him——
"Gregor! Snap!"
"Gregor! Snap!"
Shouting, high-fiving.
It was such a simple action, but it gathered energy bit by bit, and finally burst out into incredible brilliance, filling the whole place with mighty force.
As he shouted, the smile on his lips rose up, as if he had wings, and he could fly by standing on tiptoes.
Dimitrov couldn't believe his ears, raised his head, and then saw Gawain who was calling for the crowd to shout. He was moved and embarrassed, but didn't know what to say. He just stood up in a hurry, standing helplessly.
Staying where you are, looking at the boiling commotion in front of you.