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Chapter 1935 Adding insult to injury

Huchi, Huchi, Huchi, Huchi——

asthma.

One word is "pan".

He was breathing heavily, his lungs were burning, his knees were shaking, his muscles were twitching, and the veins on his temples that were beating wildly seemed about to explode at any time.

Just now, the forehand hit went down the net. It was because my knees were not completely squatted down, so the ball was not lifted enough, which caused it to go down the net.

After finishing the ball, his knees softened and he almost sat down, but Gawain still took a deep breath and barely controlled himself.

The racket was used as a crutch to support the body, and the body was bent, and large beads of sweat dripped down like a waterfall. Sparks bloomed on the ground one by one, but before they could bloom, they slowly disappeared on the hot ground.

, heat waves hit us one after another.

There was a roar in my mind, and the world was spinning——

In the final analysis, there is still a lack of competition.

Since Wimbledon, the number of matches played by Gao Wen has been too few, and the number of confrontations with the top ten and giants in the world is even less.

Naturally, in high-intensity and high-level peak duels, the ability to fight from the nerves to the body will inevitably deteriorate, and the speed and capacity of consumption will also increase exponentially. This is a test that all players must face, including the Big Four.

No exception, it is a natural phenomenon.

What's more, Gao Wen is inexperienced.

Top experts like the Big Four can often make up for it through experience, adjust and adapt; but obviously, Gao Wen lacks experience.

Playing against Federer in the semi-finals was already a strenuous effort, and he had to face a giant in a single turn, with a completely different style of play.

Difficult. Difficult to reach the sky.

Now, with the intense consumption, Gawain felt that every inch of muscle, every inch of skin, and every inch of nerves in his body were burning, and his legs were almost unsteady.

so what?

Grit your teeth and keep fighting——

This is the only answer.

At Melbourne Park at the beginning of the year, Gao Wen faced the three giants of Nadal, Murray and Djokovic in succession. Gao Wen relied on his youth and energy to fight his way out.

In Flushing in front of him, after suffering from injuries and accidents, he faced two giants, Federer and Djokovic, in succession, but he could not continue to rely on his youth to fight back. He needed calmness, willpower, and wisdom. This was a battle of willpower.

He is already prepared for the battle.

Enjoying competitive sports is not because it is easy, but precisely because you constantly challenge difficulties and challenge your limits, right?

His eyes focused again.

Then, there was an excitement in my ears, as if coming from the other side of the valley, and the echoes were sent along the wind, hitting the eardrums bit by bit.

"Papa! Fight!"

"Papa! Fight!"

Two high-fives, one shout—

Pulan stood, stubbornly and firmly, raising his head and chest, raising his arms and shouting, just like that, he made his voice.

She could hear Gawain's heartbeat.

So tired yet so strong, so slow yet so determined.

He is still fighting.

From Melbourne Park to Roland Garros to Wimbledon, he is always running, always fighting, always burning, not just for victory, but also for fighting, for challenge, for transcendence, just because of passion and love, forgetting everything.

Fight to the end.

She still remembers Gao Wen's smile after the Roland Garros semi-finals, and she still remembers Gao Wen's eyes after the Wimbledon semi-finals. He was bitter and disappointed, but after that moment of vulnerability, he rekindled his fighting spirit and continued to fight and move forward.

The belief in fighting shines brightly.

And, it burns all the way to this day.

After experiencing injuries, accidents, setbacks, and numerous tests... Gawain's heart was still beating.

then.

She made her own voice and stayed by Gawain's side, fighting together and never leaving him.

Staring at the figure bent over due to exhaustion on the court, Pulan's vision became blurred, and hot tears filled his eyes; but the heart beating wildly in his chest was so hot and so determined, and he gave up his best efforts hoarsely.

, make your own voice heard.

"Papa! Fight!"

Pulan is not alone.

Qiao Wangsheng stood, Gu Xiao stood, and thousands of fans stood up one after another, quietly staring at the exhausted and scarred figures.

In unison, shouting.

Fans who are really familiar with Gao Wen know that he rarely shows his fatigue on the court, because this will expose his weaknesses.

But in front of him, Gawain still couldn't control himself after all.

The duration of the second physical peak was longer than expected. Because of my own reasons and the reasons of my opponents, the competition was indeed difficult.

However, precisely because of this, Gawain needed their support more than ever, so they made their voices heard without hesitation.

One, two, three or four...the vigorous sound was transmitted to every corner of the world through the TV screen.

On the Chinese mainland on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, the first ray of morning light has broken through the darkness and fallen, and Monday morning debuts amidst the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

However, the dots of flames swept across the entire continent like a prairie fire. Even if they stayed up all night or caroused all night, they would still not feel tired at all.

Jiang Yanqing stood up, stared at the TV screen, and felt the power of her heart hitting her chest, not because she longed for victory, but because she believed in Gao Wen——

She is willing to accompany Gawain to fight together. No matter what the outcome is, they will fight side by side until the last bit of energy in the depths of their souls is burned.

"Papa! Fight!"

That voice was so low and heavy. It was not a hoarse arrogance, nor an earth-shattering madness, but a kind of thick and firm, calm and surging, suppressing all the energy and suppressing it again, quietly feeling the beating of the heart, and sending out

The cry deep in the soul.

Boom, boom, boom——

It's like the beating from the heart of the earth.

Then.

Gawain stood up straight, raised his chin, and looked around the entire scene. The turbulence and vastness spread out in his eyes, which was colorful and gorgeous.

Taking a deep, deep breath, Gawain withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the caddy, and gently nodded his head to indicate that he was ready.

Even if his body is broken to pieces, even if he goes through fire and water, he will fight to the end.

The fighting never stops, the fighting keeps going!

As long as the last point has not hit the net, the game is not over.

call.

After exhaling a long breath, Gao Wen turned around and walked towards the baseline, ready to serve.

He needs to stay calm and patient, temporarily forget about the lead in the fourth set, temporarily forget about the edge of the cliff after losing seven games in a row, and focus on the present, not even this game, not this break point, just this point.

, carefully re-arrange from the serve.

Indeed, the entire game situation changed suddenly, from leading to falling behind, and he still lost seven games in a row, and was about to lose the eighth game. The situation was critical; but does this mean that in the past seven games, Gao Wen's performance was not good?

How's that?

Neither.

It's just that Djokovic performed better.

this is all.

Therefore, Gawain does not need to waver or panic. After all, his physical fitness is already recovering at his peak, and he can get through it just by gritting his teeth.

--persist in.

Yes, the key point now is to persist. As long as you survive this stage, you can usher in the dawn again.

He believes in himself.


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