The press conference room fell into a brief silence, very, very brief, but it was precisely this fleeting silence that was in sharp contrast to the previous noise.
A kind of absurdity arises spontaneously.
Yu Jia actually wanted to laugh a little bit, and tried her best to control the corners of her mouth, and then the smile still flowed out from the depths of her eyes uncontrollably:
As expected of Gawain, he always seems to have a way to deal with the reporters' indiscriminate bombardment; moreover, he is clearly provoking reporters' bottom line at all times, but he is not annoying.
Wait, does everyone dislike it, or is it just him?
"So……"
The silence was immediately broken. The whole place was bustling with reporters. Finally, someone stepped forward and made a voice, regaining the initiative.
"Gao Wen, may I ask, what are your expectations for this year's Australian Open? The second week? The semi-finals? Or... the championship?"
The question, in the same vein as before, is still related to the championship series, and the reporters also showed their tenacity:
How could Gawain escape so easily?
However, I saw that the corner of Gawain's mouth slightly raised, and he could still catch a faint laugh. Not only was he not panicking, he seemed to be laughing at the reporter's question as it was too boring.
"You mean now?"
"Yes, now."
"Win the first round."
Come and go, "Gawain VS Reporter", a wall-to-wall question and answer, simple and direct, but easy to handle, and the question was brought to an end in the blink of an eye.
The reporter's voice was tight, while Gao Wen's voice was brisk, forming a sharp contrast in the ping-pong ball collision of questions and answers.
Then it became more and more obvious that Gawain's answer was natural. The reporters wanted to refute, but as soon as their thoughts turned around in their minds, the words got stuck in their throats:
Since I don’t think I am the favorite to win, my current goal is to win the next round and advance round by round.
As a result, it seems that the reporters' questions are too stupid and have no standard at all.
Seeing the joking and ridicule flashing in Gao Wen's eyes, the press conference was filled with shame, anger, and embarrassment.
But the reporters' faces were tough enough after being tempered for many times, and they immediately caught up with the problem again. They kept up their efforts, one reporter fell, and thousands of reporters continued to stand up.
"Who do you think is the favorite to win this year? Who has the best chance of winning the Australian Open?"
"Novak."
This time, it was almost a rush to answer. The reporter had just finished asking questions, and Gawain's answer came out directly without any thought or hesitation.
Just blurt it out!
Reporters couldn't help but think of Agassi and Gao Hongli's answers, but the key is here:
They can't refute it either.
Djokovic is indeed still the biggest favorite this year, together with Federer and Wawrinka at most - after all, the latter two also successfully won the championship in the first week of the new season.
Compared with Gawain, the above three are the real favorites to win the championship. After all, Gawain's appeal and persuasiveness are still lacking.
Moreover, from the coaching team to Gao Wen himself, everyone showed humility and unhesitatingly believed that Djokovic was the favorite to win.
As a result, if reporters want to continue to sow discord and let the topic of Gao Wen and Djokovic collide with some sparks, it will be difficult to achieve success.
Reporters can even imagine how the world number one would answer a similar question to Djokovic. He would humbly list the names of Federer, Nadal, Wawrinka and others, and then express the rising star Li Raoni's name.
Qi, Gawain, Dimitrov and others are also worth looking forward to.
Courtesy reciprocity.
It also means boring.
this……
Looking at Gao Wen, who was always smiling in front of them, he was calm and calm throughout the whole process, and there was no trace of panic at all. The reporters knew that this young man was obviously well prepared. When asked,
Yida's performance was spotless, with no direct impact of pressure visible at all.
So, what else can be done?
Cold!
"Gawain, are you saying you don't think Roger and Rafa have any chance?"
If it doesn't work, you have to fight head-on.
There was still a reporter at the press conference who was unwilling to provoke, but in the eyes of others, such a forceful attack was already a disgrace:
Originally, the question was about "favorite", which is naturally a question of probability. Players can't sit down and count all the 32 seeds, right?
Sure enough, facing the reporter's aggressiveness, Gao Wen didn't panic at all. Not only did he not, but he also laughed softly, from the corner of his mouth to the bottom of his eyes.
Then, Gawain said with a serious face but a light tone.
"Strictly speaking, each of us has a 0.78% chance."
One second.
After the answer came out, the reporter who asked the question was stunned for a second, and then blurted out, "...What? Why is it 0.78%?"
Next to him, a reporter tried to stop his colleague to avoid embarrassment, but he was still a little slow, and then he covered his cheeks speechlessly.
"Haha," Gawain chuckled, "One hundred and twenty-eighth."
reporter:……
The whole crowd covered their faces.
In a Grand Slam singles event, there are 128 draws. To predict the winner before the first round starts, from a mathematical point of view, everyone has a 0.78% chance.
Reporter, conditioned reflex, "What do you mean..."
He.
A large number of reporters at the scene held their foreheads and lamented, they couldn't bear to look at it, they couldn't bear to look at it!
Yu Jia even noticed that even the Neon reporters, who were not very proficient in English, lowered their heads and covered their faces. They couldn't believe the tragedy of the scene. The reporter camp could be said to be completely defeated. Their colleagues didn't even have the strength to laugh and despise each other. One or two
One just diverted his attention and pretended that he was not there.
The scene in the press conference hall was scorched.
But fortunately, the Serbian reporter stepped back from the brink and did not continue to act stupidly, avoiding the danger of further exposing his ignorance:
But tennis reporters don’t know the significance of the numbers “128” to the Grand Slam. That’s such a shame.
At the critical moment, the reporter barely controlled himself.
"...Ahem, I mean, what do you mean?"
The reporter tried to conceal his predicament. The word "128" rolled around on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it. Then an idea flashed in his mind, and he seized an opportunity. He didn't have time to think too much, and launched a counterattack to try to turn the tide.
He wanted to prove himself, he wanted to see Gawain defeated, he wanted to save his face.
"Do you think the qualifiers have the same chance of winning as Djokovic?"
Rustling.
The eyes of everyone in the audience were scorching and turbulent towards the Serbian reporter, and there was a light of disbelief hidden behind each face:
Are you sure this is not a pig teammate?
The "teammates" here do not mean fellow journalists, but fellow Serbians. This reporter is simply seeking hatred for Djokovic's strength!
Instead, the smile at the corner of Gawain's mouth disappeared, and his expression became extremely serious, and even his eyes revealed a solemn solemnity.
The air was slightly stagnant.
"Yes."
He said.
"I think every player who enters the draw has the same chance of winning, whether it's a qualifier, a wild card player, or a top eight seed, it's all the same."
"What? Do you have any opinions on the qualifying players?"
