Jannik-Sinner strongly protested to his mother with an aggrieved face.
If it weren't for the overwhelming crowd of people leaving the venue, which delayed his progress, how could he have missed Gawain?
But what should he do? Who can he blame?
"Tomorrow, Yannick, tomorrow we will go to watch Gao Wen's game, no, no, practice, we can go to watch his practice."
Siglinde-Sinner patted his son's shoulder gently to express comfort, but the words of comfort seemed to have no effect——
This game is this game. What a signature leaves is a memory and a brand. It will be different if the time and place are changed.
Sinner just met Gao Wen the day before yesterday. He watched Gao Wen's game through the big screen outside the Arthur Ashe Stadium in the third and fourth sets, and then he was deeply impressed by Gao Wen.
Today I specially came to Court No. 17 to watch Gao Wen’s second round match up close.
She was not surprised that her son liked Gao Wen. Even she herself, who watched the five-set match live, was deeply impressed by Gao Wen's performance; moreover, her son had been practicing tennis for some time, and his own playing style and
Gawain is also quite similar, so naturally he feels more deeply.
Since Sinner learned tennis, he has always liked players whose games are tough and varied. At first, he liked the Spanish King Nadal, whose playing temperament was his favorite; later, he also liked the "G.O.A.T."
"Federer, because he likes Federer's interpretation and control of the game.
Now seeing Gawain's understanding of the game up close has opened a door for Sinner again, and I can't help but get excited.
However, seeing Sinner's urgency, she was still a little surprised - after just two games, did he already like Gawain so much? Or was it just that he felt regretful because he missed the opportunity so close to him? In an instant,
Are you just a little emotional?
Then, she saw Gawain returning.
Even though she didn't like Gawain so crazily, she couldn't help but feel happy at this moment and patted her son on the shoulder repeatedly.
"Yannick, look! Look!"
Sinner turned his head subconsciously, and then saw Gawain coming towards him at a glance. The sudden surprise made the smile on Sinner's mouth bloom. He raised the tennis ball in his arms high and couldn't help but cheer.
Break free from the restraints, gurgling, gurgling and bubbling.
"Hey, sorry, my mind was so busy with the game that I obviously didn't notice what was going on behind me."
Gawain came up to him with a smile on his face, and then took the initiative to take the tennis ball, which was as big as a basketball, from the opponent's hand.
"You know what? You are my first fan at the US Open. I have never signed a tennis ball. Maybe you can give me some advice."
Sinner could feel the kindness and warmth behind Gao Wen's light words, and his smile couldn't help but rise, "This is also my first signed tennis ball at the US Open. You just need to write it on it. If you can write it as a gift to
Yannick, that would be great, but it doesn't matter if it doesn't work."
Signature tennis balls are a very special tradition in tennis. The event organizers have designed tennis balls of different sizes, including original size, football size, basketball size, and even the Big Mac tennis ball, the smallest tennis ball that can allow one
Signed by players; the largest tennis ball can collect the signatures of twenty or thirty players.
Therefore, you can often see a group of fans holding tennis balls of different sizes waiting for players to sign their names next to the court or training ground——
Occasionally, these signed tennis balls will be resold, so naturally the more big-name signatures, the more valuable they are, so that in every Grand Slam tournament there are fans who collect signatures to earn some extra money.
It is precisely because of the size of tennis balls that players often only sign their names and do not write "dedicated to someone" separately. The main reason is that there is no space.
Since the child in front of him said that he wanted the mark to be "dedicated to", it means that he collected it for himself and gave special treatment to Gawain.
Gawain was a little surprised, and his smile rose, sparsely reflected in his eyes, "Yannick? How do you spell it?"
"J-A-N-N-I-K", Sinner spelled his name excitedly.
Gao Wen quickly completed the signature, "Oh, Yannick, where did you come from New York?" Because the pronunciation of the name didn't sound like he was from the United States, at least it should be an immigrant.
"San Candido!" Sinner gave a somewhat unexpected answer.
San Candido? That's... Italy?
Gao Wen's eyes suddenly brightened, "I didn't expect that I also have fans in Italy, ha! It seems that I am an international superstar now."
The humorous words made Sinner and his mother beside him both laugh.
"Dear Yannick, thank you for liking my game. We all know that victory is sweet, but I now also know that besides victory, there are many happy moments in competitive sports, such as now." Gao Wen took the initiative to extend
He took out his right hand, held Xinner's little hand in a friendly manner, and said solemnly.
Xinner's eyes suddenly brightened.
Sinner took his tennis ball from Gawain with both hands - currently there was only one signature on it. He looked at his name appearing on it and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
Sinner stood there and stared at Gawain eagerly. He also wanted to take pictures, but he was a little worried that his request was too greedy. After all, Gawain had just finished such a hard game, and he should not delay Gawain.
While resting, I heard Gawain's voice coming again.
"Sorry, can you take a photo with me to remember my first fan in Flushing?"
It was obviously something that Xinner wanted but he didn't dare to speak, but Gawain said it in this way, and Xinner's little face suddenly shone with light.
It wasn't until the photo service was over that Gawain turned around and left.
Sinner watched Gawain's leaving figure, turned to look at his mother without warning, and then said firmly, "From today on, I have decided that Gawain is my idol!"
"Oh? What about Roger?" Sieglinde was not surprised at all. Children are like this, they like things one after another.
Sinner's experience has many similarities with Gawain. He started playing tennis at the age of seven because his father was crazy about tennis. But at the same time, Sinner himself was a professional skier. Until last year, Sinner
Nacai chooses between football, skiing and tennis -
He finally chose tennis.
Of course, Sinner's idol has also changed twice. The first one was actually the legendary American alpine skier Bode-Miller, then Nadal, then Federer, and now it's Gawain?
Don't be surprised.
After all, watching a match at close range live and live on TV are two different things. Sinner has never watched a match between Nadal or Federer live, nor has he ever watched such an intense and close match. It is normal for him to be shocked today.
Sinner didn't know what his mother was thinking, so he just clenched his fists secretly, "I like the look in Gawain's eyes during the game, mom, do you know? His whole body is shining."
Sieglinde was slightly surprised, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
