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Chapter 2106 Happy Birthday

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

The O2 Stadium emits a uniform shout, like the sound of military might. It does not explode, and is even a little suppressed. However, it compresses all the energy and stirs up the roof in a rolling and muffled way. The indoor stadium has a purely natural echo effect.

It accumulates layer by layer.

Roaring, wandering.

These cheers are not for Gawain or Djokovic who has left the court, but for the brand new guest who has just appeared -

A petite blonde lady.

Over fifty years old, her height is less than Gawain's chest. Standing next to Gawain, she is in sharp contrast. She is as mini and cute as a Barbie doll, but her short golden hair shows a bit of rebelliousness in this lady. Paired with a white T-shirt

A white suit highlights the posture of a professional woman.

If someone judges a book by appearance and underestimates the lady in front of him because of his height, then he is really blind to the truth.

Sue-Barker.

BBC professional tennis commentator, she has been in the commentary field for thirty years. She even "watched Sampras grow up".

Moreover, the special thing about this professional commentator is that she relied on her rigor and professionalism to win the trust of Wimbledon and became Wimbledon's professional center court interview host. She is responsible for a large number of Wimbledon's formal occasions.

As a host, he has become one of the official spokespersons of Wimbledon media, accompanying Wimbledon through ups and downs, and has even become a part of this century-old event.

Now, Sue Barker is known as the face and voice of Wimbledon, a spokesperson of sorts.

From event organizers to players to spectators, everyone loves Sue Barker. Her rigorous yet humorous, professional yet gentle image is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

This year, the ATP Year-End Finals specially invited Sue Barker to come to the O2 Arena to conduct on-site interviews after the game, which shows that the ATP attaches great importance to it.

And this move also received positive response from the audience——

The cheers in front of me are the best proof.

It was not until Buck and Gawain finished their preparations that the scene erupted into cheers again, and then it became quiet, leaving some space for post-game interviews.

Sue Buck showed a smile and said, "Congratulations, Gawain, congratulations on winning the game. How do you feel now?"

Gawain stood in front of the microphone and nodded slightly, "A little jealous. God, who can not be jealous of Sue Buck."

One joke made the whole audience burst into laughter.

The corners of Buck's mouth also rose, "You have won everything, but you can't have it all, right?"

A little ridicule and counterattack, this is Buck's style, with the restraint and humor unique to the British upper class, and once again won a burst of laughter.

Then, Buck continued the interview, "Last year, you won the opportunity to appear at the O2 Arena in the first year of your career, but unfortunately lost to today's opponent Novak in the semifinals; this year, you played at the O2 Arena for the second consecutive year.

Advance to the semi-finals and face the same opponent in the same round."

"This time, you won, so how do you feel now?"

Gawain lightly shrugged, "Thank God, the game is finally over."

The exaggerated expression and tone instantly made the entire audience burst into laughter, including Buck.

Gao Wen also raised a smile, and then added, "You know, Novak is a great player..."

Buck shook his head slightly, "No, my first question is over. You don't need to add anything. We already know what you mean."

Haha, hahaha.

Seeing Gao Wen's innocent face and spreading his hands, the O2 Arena was completely filled with a sea of ​​laughter.

Buck paused slightly, "I know, of course I know. This is a very tough and very close game. As a spectator, I don't want the game to end; but I can understand that as players, you have given your best."

Gawain raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "You have said everything I want to say, so why not let's end it like this."

The little collision between you and me makes sparks fly.

You can see the smile in Buck's eyes at this time, and she doesn't mind, "We all know what this game means, but I know you don't want to discuss the fight for the world's number one at the end of the year. After all, there is still a press conference after the game.

There was a tough battle; I also know that you don’t want to discuss the opponent in the next game, after all, Roger and Rafa are watching you from behind.”

ha!

Laughing like thunder.

Including Gawain is no exception.

Buck was completely at home in such an occasion, "What I want to discuss now is your age. Congratulations, Gawain, you are twenty years old today."

The topic is really full of twists and turns.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gawain was about to respond when he heard a blast of paper fireworks behind him, and Buck raised his hands as a gesture.

Reflexively, Gawain turned his head and looked over——

A giant cake.

Two caddies were pushing a trolley with a giant cake on it.

Although Gawain did not study the size of the cake, the cake looked at least thirty inches, comparable to a small table board, with two numbered birthday candles inserted in the center, "2" and "0".

Next to the cart, there were four caddies protecting the "aircraft carrier" like a convoy, clapping and singing.

"Happy birthday to you!"

Accident.

Completely unexpected.

Gawain turned to look at Buck, unable to believe his eyes. This was a surprise, a well-prepared surprise, and happiness instantly filled his chest.

The smile on Buck's cheeks also fully bloomed, and he sang "Happy Birthday".

On the day of Gauvin's 20th birthday, he defeated Djokovic at the O2 Arena and advanced to the final showdown of the ATP year-end finals for the first time in his career. Sue Barker prepared a surprise party for him.

Celebrate your special birthday under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of spectators.

There is no doubt that this is the most special birthday in Gawain's life.

Subconsciously, Gao Wen turned to look at the players' box——

Tobias actually remained tight-lipped and didn't reveal any information.

In the player's box, all members of Gao Wen's team stood up. Tobias smiled very happily, and Sampras even whistled and cheered.

Peart, who usually didn't have much expression, looked around and raised his hands high, but couldn't sing "Happy Birthday". It was definitely not because he was tone deaf, but he thought Gawain's birthday should be a little more special.

, "Happy Birthday Song" is really too ordinary, everyday and simple.

"Fight!"

Pelt shouted.

He thought that this was the right way to celebrate Gawain's birthday.

Agassi turned his head and glanced at Peart. Peart was a little embarrassed and tried to hide his embarrassment, but he didn't expect that Plan's voice came from the side.

"Fight!"

Jiang Yanyun laughed heartily, nodded repeatedly, and then bumped Gao Hongli with his shoulder. They also joined the queue and shouted loudly together.

One sound, another sound, and in the blink of an eye they all gathered together, taking over the second half of the "Happy Birthday Song" and hovering over the O2 Arena for a long time.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

This is Gawain.


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