All the 25,000 spectators at Arthur Ashe Stadium lost their minds, and their minds were completely fixed on that little tennis ball. They followed the hitting and flight of the tennis ball, ups and downs, and bluffing exclamations.
and astonishment surged uncontrollably, creating waves of commotion.
However, they didn't notice at all that they were losing their composure. Their hearts and breathing had completely integrated with the entire stadium. They felt the strong collision of sparks, and their unbridled emotions exploded and released along with their instinctive reactions, breathing in and out.
Everyone can deeply feel the fierceness of the confrontation.
However, for the audience sitting in front of the TV or computer screen, it is a kind of torture.
Because they could not feel the heat and tension of Arthur Ashe Stadium at close range, nor could they see the landing point and flight of tennis balls at close range. They watched the screen nervously, but were hit by the
I was startled and walked by the nose, and in a daze, I forgot to breathe.
Creak. Creak.
Qiao Wangsheng's hands were tightly clasped and intertwined, and the muscles all over his body were so tense that his fingertips were deeply clasping the bone veins. All the power was concentrated in the palms, and there was a faint sound; but Qiao Wangsheng did not notice at all, and even
The chaotic brain also went blank.
He is not alone.
In the entire bar, everyone has frozen, maintaining various weird postures, staring intently at the screen in front of them. Even the sound of breathing has disappeared, lest their slightest movement may break the current situation.
The stalemate at this moment ruined Gawain's game.
The bar owner, who had no interest in tennis, also raised his head, as if he was witnessing a once-in-a-century meteor shower. He involuntarily opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes quietly revealed shock and amazement. Unknowingly, he was caught.
Entering it, the action of wiping the bar stopped in mid-air.
Time just stopped.
Could it be that Cilic is about to score?
Kick, kick, kick!
Kick, kick, kick!
The blood is burning; the heart is beating; the footsteps are running wildly.
In an instant, I feel as if I have returned to my childhood, the carefree years, with no worries or worries. A heavy rain, a piece of watermelon, a marble, and a run can bring happiness to bloom, and unrestrained laughter is running wildly.
It is scattered all over the ground, intertwined with the chirping of cicadas on the treetops, playing the most beautiful melody of childhood.
Kick, kick, kick!
Gawain ran faster and faster, and the dark blue was blurred like this. He quickly glanced at the figure on the other side of the stadium with his peripheral vision.
Cilic is starting a lateral sprint to defend his backhand gap - after all, the entire court is vacant at this time, and there are targets everywhere.
Running left and right, the two figures intersected again across the net, turning into two long streamlines.
Close.
Closer!
Watching the tennis ball fall rapidly, past the normal hitting point on the chest and continuing to fall, the pull of gravity is becoming more and more obvious, like a seed dropped in fertile soil in spring, waiting to take root and sprout.
But, we arrived!
Gawain finally arrived, and by moving his feet a beat ahead of time, he gained himself some breathing space, as well as time to swing his racket.
Kick the ground, brake!
The left leg firmly supported the ground. Before the braking action was completed, both hands were already holding the racket tightly. He started the racket early, and then followed the inertia of the body to complete the swing. There was a faint chattering of teeth in his ears.
With the sound of the sound, the power erupting deep in the Dantian instantly spurted out.
Swing the bat, hit the ball!
He straightened his arms, pushed his wrists forward, and faced Cilic's strong force to suppress him head-on. Not only did he not flinch, but he also hit him head-on.
Without any hesitation, the entire batting action was completed in one go, like mercury pouring down the ground. The smoothness and grace of the batting action fully interpreted the elegance of tennis.
One push! One gift!
The center of gravity of the entire body leans forward along with the swing movement, and the strong and full turning movement makes the right foot leave the ground, and quickly rotates with the left foot as the center of the circle. The flowing movements are more thrilling than ballet, and the dark blue is blooming proudly.
ah!
Ahhhh!
At the moment when the ball is about to be released, the arm speeds up to fully explode the speed of the racket head, the wrist moves quickly and the racket is pushed quickly and the racket is closed following the swing movement.
Crunch, crunch.
You can even hear the sound of bones exploding, bursting out instantly! Released instantly!
Then, the red clouds all over the sky turned into a storm, sprinting towards the other side of the stadium.
boom!
Rumble!
Huh, the sound of gasping for air caused the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium to fall from restlessness into silence. All sounds, movements and breathing were frozen in place, as if time and space had been condensed. People stared in disbelief and wonder.
Looking at the scene in front of me, I am afraid that I might miss the wonderful moment in a blink of an eye.
straight line.
Backhand with both hands in a straight line, at the last moment, Gawain once again used his trump card, confronting Cilic's forehand killer move head-on with a tough attitude of "power vs power". The powerful power that burst out in an instant was Arthur Ashe.
An atomic bomb was detonated at the stadium, and a mushroom cloud immediately rose into the sky.
Cilic, his eyes brimming with anger, braked suddenly as he was guarding the running figure, trying to rush back in the opposite direction. However, his center of gravity was thrown into the dryer, and his body was unbalanced and he started flying, but he could no longer care about it.
Using both hands and feet, he sprinted towards his forehand position again, but...
Too late.
Everything is too late.
The tennis ball, straight and sharp, rushed out along the sideline like a hot knife cutting through butter.
The world slowed down ten times and a hundred times. It was as if we could see the brilliant red flying in the air. The mustard yellow tennis ball exploded like this. The tiny hairs were scattered in the air. The high-speed rotating tennis ball was spinning like this bit by bit.
He ran straight out from directly in front of Cilic.
Light, agile, graceful and elegant, as if the world's top ballerina was dancing, but slowly moved away.
Cilic clenched his fists with all his strength, and all the energy of his muscles exploded. However, he was still powerless and could only watch the tennis ball completely escape his control.
He landed, rebounded, and rushed towards the bottom line barrier, creating a heat wave that shocked the entire audience.
Score.
Time seemed to be unlocked again, the multiples returned, and the tsunami that shook the earth and shattered the mountains was released vigorously, and everything was over.
"Game, high..."
Won?
victory?
champion?
Yes, champion!
Wow!
Happiness and joy surged into his mind in an instant, and his whole mind went blank. Gawain raised his hands high, threw the racket into the sky, clenched his fists in disbelief, raised his arms and shouted, his whole body leaping into the air.
, all the excitement, all the excitement, all the beauty, all the happiness seemed to explode in a mighty way.
Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
The next second, his knees softened, his extremely tight muscles relaxed, and all the strength in his body dissipated. Gawain lay directly on the court, and the smile on his lips bloomed without reservation——
He won.
He really won! Grand Slam champion!
The goals that were once out of reach, the dreams and future that even in dreams I dare not easily imagine, are truly in the palm of my hand at this moment.
The sky is pink, the magnificent peacock blue is quietly blending with the bright red, and the boundless magnificence is reflected in the pupils, slowly unfolding.