The tie-break in the second set ended abruptly in an unexpected way, with the winner already decided on the first set point.
"ah."
It was short, angry, flamboyant, and sharp, hiding unbelievable surprise and annoyance, as well as shame and shame, burst out.
Kyrgios couldn't believe this was actually happening -
His backhand was suppressed by Gawain's strength, so that his swing could not form an effective strike, causing the racket to fall off and the tennis ball to fly directly.
How can it be?
How can it be!
This is simply a great shame!
"Ahhh!"
Difficult to accept.
No, unacceptable! Refuse to accept!
This is even harder to swallow than losing.
Then, Kyrgios could see Gawain on the other side of the court and patted the non-existent dust on the hem of his clothes for the third time, seemingly effortlessly.
Gawain's words in the tunnel before the game rang in my mind again,
"Be careful, I may aim at your backhand and continue hammering it today."
Damn it!
Hell, hell, hell!
Kyrgios covered his ears with both hands, but still couldn't stop the magic sound from filling his brain, and then he exploded.
Bang! Bang! Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!
Once, twice, three times, four times, five times...
In fact, the racket had already been smashed, and it was already broken after the second hit, but Kyrgios couldn't stop at all, waving a twisted wreckage and continuing to smash it.
How can it be?
How could this be!
Kyrgios has a bit of a meltdown -
He couldn't understand, how could he not be able to defeat Gawain? Not only could he not be defeated, but he had just been crushed by his backhand?
Crush?
Kyrgios couldn't swallow that breath, and his whole body was about to explode.
Until the racket was completely smashed, there was nothing left to hit, and it even seemed as if the ground of the court had been smashed into pits - not sure if it was a visual effect or if it was really smashed.
It looks like Kyrgios has finally calmed down a little.
However, just when everyone thought the matter was over, Kyrgios slammed his racket toward the dugout without warning.
boom!
Like a grenade, the racket hit various objects in the players' dugout, and then the broken racket exploded like a goddess scattering flowers.
"ah!"
Nearby, there was exclamation and confusion.
There is no way, Margaret Court Stadium is too small and too intimate, and the distance between the spectator seats and the players' dugout is only about three meters.
In this area, reporters, photographers, caddies, etc. gathered, and of course, there were spectators not far behind.
At this time, everyone was shocked. Although they were watching a tennis match, no one expected that something unexpected would happen and they would suddenly be "attacked".
Buzz buzz.
There was a commotion.
Even the referee was shocked.
Kyrgios was completely unaware of the commotion he had created—or, in other words, he didn't care at all and was immersed in his own world, cursing and cursing.
"He's just lucky! Luck!"
"What the hell!"
There was a crackle, followed by a series of swear words. It seemed that the anger surging in his chest had not yet been vented, and his face was full of stubbornness.
In this compartment, Gawain had just sat down when he noticed a burst of chaos coming from the left side. He raised his head reflexively, and then saw the astonishing scene of a goddess scattering flowers before his eyes.
The only good thing is that the tennis racket is of hard quality and there are not many small fragments. The large fragments are all visible to the naked eye, and everyone ducks away.
Gawain noticed the caddy immediately.
The ball boy standing next to the referee's chair was basically on the path of Kyrgios's throwing racket. Instead of fragments, the racket handle hit him directly, like a ninja's boomerang. He reflexively dodged sideways.
Avoiding it, the racket handle hit the referee's chair and finally landed in the open space next to it.
Huh!
There were exclamations all around, and it was obvious that the reporters and the caddies who were resting and waiting for the changing of the guard were screaming in surprise.
Gawain put down his racket and towel, stood up immediately, walked around the referee's chair between himself and Kyrgios, and came to the ball boy's side.
"How are you?"
The caddy seemed to be frightened and was a little dazed. He didn't react for a moment. He just nodded subconsciously without saying a word.
Gawain came to the caddy, bent his knees, kept his eyes level, and asked gently again.
"Are you okay? No injuries?"
The caddy in front of him looked about ten years old, and he could even see his childlike features. His pupils were obviously dilated, and he nodded again in a daze, trying to say something, but he couldn't.
Unexpectedly, the next second, tears would already burst into my eyes.
"I'm fine." The caddy said, but after he said the words, he realized that his voice was trembling slightly.
poor child.
Gawain took the caddy into his arms, patted his shoulder gently, and whispered comfort.
"You did a good job, really, you did a good job."
woo woo woo woo.
The caddy's sobs could be heard in his arms. He was trying his best to control himself, closing his mouth tightly, trying to stop himself, but the sound still escaped uncontrollably, like a wounded puppy, full of emotions.
Grievance and fear seemed to open a hole.
Gawain could feel the caddy's shoulders shaking uncontrollably. The harder he tried to control himself, the more he lost control——
After all, he was just a child, and he had a brush with an unforeseen disaster. The joy of escaping from death made his emotions burst.
"Take a deep breath, kid, take a deep breath."
"You did a great job. You are so brave and strong. Let your emotions out and don't hold them in your heart. Don't worry, this is not a sign of weakness. On the contrary, it just proves your strength and your courage to face the difficulties you encounter.
, and dare to make your own voice heard.”
"Then, be strong and face it calmly."
"Really, you are doing very well now."
Gao Wen was not in a hurry, and lightly tapped the caddy's shoulder. After he noticed that the trembling of the caddy's shoulders was slightly under control, he raised his head and looked at the referee.
"Excuse me, can we exchange positions in advance? Let him have a rest."
In tennis matches, tennis balls need to be replaced regularly, and caddies and linesmen are no exception. Generally speaking, Grand Slam events will prepare four groups of caddies and linesmen, and then the working hours of each group of caddies and referees will be determined based on the specific conditions of the game.
Between 30 minutes and 60 minutes, the referee will give a signal based on the situation on the scene, and the caddy and linesman will take turns to adjust.
It is precisely because of this that the next group of linesmen and ball boys waiting to be rotated will always be resting and waiting next to the court.
Now should not be the time for caddy rotation, but Gao Wen believes that this is a special situation and should be treated specially.
The referee nodded matter-of-factly, turned to the rest area behind, and said in a loud voice, "Please let this caddy take a rest."
The caddy in Gawain's arms was still trying to control himself and raised his head, "I'm fine, really."
Gao Wen lowered his head and showed a smile to the caddy, "Taking a break does not mean surrender. We are all continuing to fight in our own way."
Gawain patted the caddy on the shoulder, "Come on!"
