Wails and sighs burned in my ears, and an invisible sense of oppression surged from all directions, pressing heavily on my chest.
Jiang Yanyun didn't dare to look.
She buried her cheeks in her hands, and her heart curled into a ball, "Why is this happening? Xiao Wu obviously scored the winning point, why are they booing? Why?"
The cheers and cheers of Chinese fans echoed in the sky above Rod Laver Arena, but the lack of quantitative support still seemed weak and weak in the end. In the long sighs and regrets, it was further highlighted, as if by the nightmare of the night.
The giant beast seems to be shrouding it, making it impossible to break free.
Jiang Yanyun felt powerless.
Obviously Gao Wen won this point with an undisputed performance, but he couldn't get any support from applause and cheers. This feeling is really tortured.
Not even Flushing suffered such treatment.
Gao Hongli put his arm around Jiang Yanyun's shoulders and patted him gently, "You should believe Xiao Wu, he will not be knocked down."
Gao Hongli's throat was also a little dry, and his beating heart was about to explode at any time.
It is precisely because they have experienced the US Open that they understand the significance of this game more and more, and the tension and anxiety at this moment have doubled. No wonder people always say that the ignorant are fearless.
But Gawain didn't.
"Come on Andy!"
Someone shouted out from the audience stand, but it was just one person's voice, very thin, and it was swept away by the strong wind in an instant.
However, a large number of spectators came out of the scene immediately, cheering for Murray.
"Andy! Bang bang bang!"
"Andy! Bang bang bang!"
From ten to a hundred to a thousand, it finally evolved into thunderous applause, sweeping the audience and bursting out with incredible energy.
In sharp contrast to the support of Chinese fans after Gao Wen returned the serve and scored an ACE, from the trough to the peak, Rod Laver Stadium was once again full of vitality——
But not because of Gawain.
"Andy! Bang bang bang!"
The entire venue was filled with overwhelming cheers and cheers, not just from British and Australian fans, but also from neutral fans——
Their idea is very pure and simple, they just hope that the exciting duel can continue, support whoever is at a disadvantage, and then continue to watch the show.
At this time, Murray needed their support, so the whole audience roared.
Even the audience can deeply feel that the turning point of the game is emerging, and the back-and-forth battle in this game is likely to determine the entire trend.
There was a roaring sound and the fire was so powerful that the game was briefly interrupted again.
It even spread all the way to the entire Melbourne Park.
At this moment, it is dark, but Melbourne Park is still brightly lit, and thousands of spectators gather in front of the big screen to watch the live game.
Pedestrians coming and going seemed to be aware of the tightness of the air and stopped involuntarily. More and more eyes were focused on the competition.
How about more than just Melbourne Park?
From Melbourne to Sydney, from Canberra to Brisbane, cafes, bars, and department stores on the streets all came to a temporary standstill. Thousands of spectators stopped temporarily and watched Rod Laver intently.
Everything that's happening at the stadium.
Then, raging heat waves surged in the same direction from every corner of the Australian continent.
Gao Hongli really couldn't bear to watch and was suffering. At such a moment, it was even more uncomfortable than losing the game, and his heart was in a ball.
However, Gawain did not flinch.
After venting his emotions, Gawain raised his chin, held his head high and firmly, held his head high, and clenched his fists. He exuded a strong sense of self-confidence, and seemed to be shouting at the audience with his body language.
The storm issued a challenge——
Come on! Come on!
Even if one person fights against thousands of troops, so what? Even if the whole world is on the opposite side, so what? Even if there is only the last bit of energy left in the body, so what?
The beating heart of a champion in the chest is still burning, still beating, still fighting... still fighting!
Then, let them face each other directly and start a life-and-death showdown with real swords and guns to see who can stand and leave this battlefield engulfed in a sea of fire!
So heroic!
Top Gun!
Even across half the stadium, Gao Hongli could deeply feel the brightness and wantonness in Gao Wen's eyes, which seemed to have been finally released until this moment.
"Yan Yun, look."
Gao Hongli couldn't help but feel excited, but he couldn't say a word. He just patted Jiang Yanyun on the shoulder and stared at his son on the court.
At this moment, Gawain was not only their child, but also a powerful, tenacious and high-spirited God of War, blooming with the light of life.
"Come on! Gawain!"
Hearing the sound of support, Jiang Yanyun suddenly raised his head, and then saw Sampras and Agassi standing up, applauding Gao Wen.
Graf was supporting her chin with her right hand, staring at the court with a burning gaze. She seemed to have noticed Jiang Yanyun's gaze and turned her head.
"Gawain is doing very well now, really well."
A smile rose at the corner of Graf's mouth.
Jiang Yanyun followed Graf's line of sight and looked over, and then he saw Gao Wen standing upright. Suddenly, his vision was blurred——
These are tears of happiness.
Absolutely!
Jiang Yanyun hurriedly wiped his face, smiled again, and then shouted along with everyone.
"Gawain, come on!"
Buzz buzz.
The cheers finally calmed down, but the air was still burning. A large number of spectators could no longer control their emotions. They stood up, kept their standing posture, and clasped their hands, as if they were praying.
I was concentrating, just staring at the court in front of me.
The break point came again, the third of this game.
Compared to the restlessness of the audience, Murray was not nervous.
For players, they must focus 100% on the game and have no time to pay attention to the score. If they care too much about being ahead and behind, they may lose focus and lose control of their game.
Young players are often prone to this problem, as are some players with relatively volatile personalities, but Murray has absolutely no such worries.
Even though the whole court was surging, Murray remained focused and even made full use of this short time to organize his thoughts and plan for the next point.
After being highly focused, his physical strength is slowly recovering. Murray can feel that he is rediscovering the familiar game.
So, Yifa came back.
Speed 189 kilometers per hour.
Not fast, but enough.
Murray asked for an inside corner in the second area, breaking Gawain's prediction; moreover, the landing point was very good, very close to the T point, and the perfect combination of speed and angle constituted an excellent serve, so that Gawain staggered forward.
He took a step forward and barely managed a shot with his forehand.
Chance!
Murray saw that the parabola of Gao Wen's return was completely pulled up and he obviously lost his position. He immediately realized that this was an opportunity to attack. He did not hesitate and immediately attacked with his forehand.
Full turn! Forehand thrust!
Power unleashed!
boom!
The tennis ball jumped out quickly along the diagonal line, aiming at the triangle position of the bottom line of Gao Wen's forehand position.
