Gao Wen was rushing forward, preparing to intercept the ball tightly against the net, but the next second he discovered that it was actually a lob.
Accident!
Very very unexpected!
The ankle suddenly kicked off the ground, the emergency brake was applied, the second start was made, and then the body continued to retreat and move quickly.
Small steps. Small steps. Continuous small steps.
Retreat!
Adjustment!
Observe while moving to confirm your position on the court to avoid losing the sense of space when hitting the ball.
Then, he raised his head high and paid attention to the flight and fall of the tennis ball.
Wait, the quality of Djokovic's lob is also lacking.
Looking at the most perfect situation, it should be to pick the corner of the bottom line and force Gao Wen back to the bottom line. Obviously, Djokovic has such ability.
But the problem is that Gawain's volley just now was a backspin ball, which did not leave much room for Djokovic to hit the ball, which naturally led to a lack of control of the return ball.
Therefore, the landing point of the lob was near the deep midfield area, which worked well, but was far from optimal.
Whoosh!
The sound of hunting wind.
The gravity of the earth pulled the tennis ball down quickly, and the fall during rotation became faster and faster, just like a meteor falling into the earth.
Gawain withdrew his gaze, looked at his own position, then at Djokovic's position, and then looked up again.
Kick the ground!
jump!
fly!
Pull onions from dry land!
The strong wind came from all directions, the hem of the jersey fluttered in the wind, and the sweat-stained hair could feel the gentleness and lightness of the night sky.
Lean back!
Core strength explodes instantly!
Swing!
Block shot!
"ah!"
Deep in the Dantian, a shocking roar erupted, all the strength in the body was concentrated on the racket, and was released instantly.
The entire shot was done smoothly and in one go.
The tennis ball was compressed to the extreme in an instant, then exploded and rushed towards the opposite side of the court.
slash!
Turn around!
Djokovic's heart sank hard because he was moving laterally to his right, preparing to defend his forehand position.
He thought that Gao Wen did not dare to challenge his backhand. Even if the high-pressure ball came to the backhand position, he could hit it back head-on without fear; but it was different with the forehand. The stability of the entire shot was too weak.
It will also move laterally, further amplifying the possibility of instability.
However, Gawain did just that.
Slash, backhand.
Look back at the moon.
Djokovic was moving, and the inertia was pulling his body forward. He couldn't stop at all. He could only turn his head and let his eyes wrap around the tennis ball and fly together.
There is only one thought in my mind:
Out of bounds, out of bounds, out of bounds, out of bounds...
I'm afraid, it's not just Djokovic.
Serjan was in the stadium stands, clasping his hands and praying devoutly:
At this moment, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky are watching this game in the sky. No matter who it is, it doesn't matter as long as they can hear his sincere prayers.
Out of bounds!
Please be sure to get out of bounds!
All Serbian fans in the audience also clasped their fingers in prayer.
Thousands of eyes were all focused on that mustard-yellow light and shadow.
Time, very, very briefly, stayed here for a moment.
Then--
boom.
The tennis ball hit the large triangle area between the baseline and the sideline. Although it was not a blind spot, the tricky angle ensured that everyone could see the mark of the ball.
Landed.
rebound.
And...the winning score.
boom!
Sampras stood up directly, raised his arms and shouted.
"Ah!" Inside.
"Ah!" Inside.
"Ahhh!" That's inside the boundary!
ah!
The whole place is boiling!
I can no longer control myself, my emotions burst, my emotions are released, and the turbulent sea of people in the sky and the ground can no longer control and suppress my emotions.
Comprehensive, explosive!
Ahhhh!
Boom boom boom!
The mighty, continuous, earth-shaking roar surged under the Melbourne night sky, witnessing the birth of history.
"……Won."
Zhang Sheng could hardly find his voice, his mind went blank, he lost all reason and stared at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
"Won!"
"Gao Wen won the third match point with a high pressure shot in front of the net."
"Gawain! The men's singles champion of the 2015 Australian Open is Gawain!"
"After losing two sets first, Gao Wen used his unparalleled top performance to overtake three sets, perform a miracle of letting two chase three, and beat Djokovic for the third time in his career."
"This is the first player in the Open era to accomplish such a feat in the Australian Open final; at the same time, Gawain has also become the first player in history to win back-to-back Grand Slam titles after winning his first.
The player who won his second Grand Slam.”
"Gao Wen, this young Chinese general who is only nineteen years old, has created history! He has written a miracle!"
"Won!"
"Gawain wins!"
As he spoke, Zhang Sheng realized half a beat later that tears were streaming down his face and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he was flying into the sky.
Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
Roaring, surging.
In an instant, Gawain was surrounded.
However, Gawain only felt deeply tired, his knees softened, and then he fell to the ground, paralyzing in a large shape.
A moment of exhaustion.
it's over.
it is finally over.
Not only is this five-hour and thirty-minute match over, but it is also the end of all matches at the 2015 Australian Open.
There is no doubt that these are the most difficult and laborious two weeks of Gawain's career——
The curiosity of being the new US Open champion in the first Grand Slam, the attention and traffic brought by the topic of "Big Four VS Challengers", the overwhelming pressure from the host audience, and the continuous facing of three giant players
The ultimate challenge...
everything!
Everything, everything is pressure and impact.
Finally came tonight.
Standing alone on the opposite side of the world, going through such a long and hard battle, facing the dilemma of losing two sets and then standing on the edge of the cliff, but in the end, he still persisted to the end.
finally!
Compared with the result of the game, the tension that persisted until the last moment was finally able to relax. This was the first reaction in my mind. After I relaxed a little, I realized -
Won.
He won.
Second Grand Slam championship trophy!
In an instant, those emotions, sighs, and happiness took advantage of the opportunity and all swarmed up, and then Gawain couldn't control it anymore.
She covered her cheeks with both hands, but she still couldn't stop the hot tears from seeping out from between her fingers. Thousands of words and various tastes were all intertwined together.
He doesn't care about making history or writing miracles. The only thing he cares about is this moment, this second of happiness, pure and simple.
The taste of victory.
He thought that after he experienced last year's US Open, everything would become easier. Even if he won the championship again, there was no need to panic.
Obviously, he was wrong.
It’s different. It’s different from beginning to end. The impact and shock brought by this year’s Australian Open is nothing similar to last year’s Flushing. It’s completely different from any event or game in the past.
, all experiences are strange.
When the game ended, the joy and impact of victory made him feel tears. He just needed to vent it out.
In a very, very short period of time, I have suppressed it for two weeks, controlled it for two weeks, been anxious for two weeks, and been tense for two weeks, and now I can finally release it.
Crying and crying, and then laughing, the smile on the corner of the mouth bloomed, wanton and gorgeous, and the satisfying joy filled the chest, surging and boiling.
