Chapter 1707 Witness Greatness

Gulu, Gulu——

Gravity pulled his body down heavily. Gawain rolled along with the inertia and subconsciously prepared to stand up and continue the next duel.

It was only half a beat later that the body lagged behind the brain and realized that the last volley in front of the net did not pass the net, and the game ended in such a way.

After all, the twelfth match point failed to create another miracle.

Turning over, his knees that were about to stand up became weak, and he fell to the ground again.

Panting.

Sweating.

Gawain looked down at his slightly trembling knees and calves, then turned his head and saw the final score on the scoreboard screen.

"", "5:7", "13:11".

Federer is in front and Gawain is behind.

The numbers, so clear and accurate, recorded the entire game, and then the sense of reality hit me, and my mind went blank without any ideas.

He needs a little time, both his body and his brain. He just needs a little time to catch his breath. Once he catches his breath, he will be fine.

it's over.

After all, it's over.

Gu Xiao stood there blankly, but couldn't help but feel his heart surge——

Maybe, some people will say, why bother struggling, persisting and delaying after losing the score two hours ago? In addition to wasting energy and time, it still fails to change the result. What's the point?

But it is precisely these two hours that are "meaningless" and "in vain" that make people burst into tears and make their blood boil even more.

Because Gawain proved with practical actions:

Competitive sports are about more than just winning and losing, just like life, there can be much more about life and death.

Everyone is the same. From the moment of birth, the end of life has been determined. Every moment of every day is a process towards the end. In this case, what is the meaning of life?

Life is not just living toward death, but exploring width and depth within a limited length, firmly grasping every moment, and burning all energy.

Maybe, you can explore the mysteries of nature and the universe; maybe, you can explore your own limits and hobbies; maybe, you can explore the mystery and depth of life; maybe, you can explore the pull and entanglement of reason and emotion; maybe, you can find the soul of the soul at the artistic level. Resonance and extension.

Some people live for hundreds of years but just linger; some people die young but shine with great brilliance.

"Meaning" obviously has infinite possibilities.

Just like now.

Two hours of hard work and struggle, two hours of confrontation and impact, two hours of burning and release, pushed this game that might have ended in the fourth set to a new level, and there was no need to face the result calmly. Dedicate all your energy without reservation and fight to the end.

In the end, Gawain still couldn't rewrite the ending——

After defeating Djokovic at Melbourne Park and Nadal at Roland Garros, Gauvin failed to complete the ultimate challenge of three consecutive victories. He faced Federer at Wimbledon and struggled to the end but was still unable to complete it in one go. Feat, just a little bit close.

but!

It is precisely these two "meaningless" hours that show Gawain's heart as a lion; it is precisely these two "wasted hours" that prove Gawain's high fighting spirit; it is precisely this "that makes everyone break out in a cold sweat". "And the two hours that "made everyone sweat profusely" made this duel a classic.

From Gauvin to Federer, and from Federer to Gauvin, the two players have vividly interpreted the charm and excitement of competitive sports.

In the 100-year history of the All England Club's Center Court, another important chapter has been written.

Gu Xiao, ashamed of himself, thought the game had ended two hours ago, so he turned around and left.

At the same time, he felt lucky for himself because he witnessed Gawain's struggle and burning and was lucky enough to witness this moment with his own eyes.

Involuntarily and uncontrollably, the blood began to boil.

"Bah! Gawain!"

Staring at the TV screen, Gu Xiao was like a fool. He started clapping, cheering, and boiling. He felt the heat and heat rushing through his body. With tears in his eyes, his heart surging, and a smile on his face, he calmly faced the final result. .

The shouts, like sparks of fire, lit up bit by bit all over the world in front of the TV, and then gathered in a mighty way towards Wimbledon.

Gradually, gradually, a storm formed.

Pulan, his heart is about to burst——

She thought she would be disappointed, she thought she would be sad, she thought she would collapse.

But she didn't.

In fact, not only was there not, but her chest was still filled with emotion, happiness, reverence and joy. The victory or defeat no longer mattered. She just stared at Gawain.

In front of his eyes, in his heart, and in the back of his mind, the only thing that mattered was Gawain.

Pulan was lucky to witness it with her own eyes, and even more lucky to accompany Gao Wen to fight side by side, because only by truly experiencing all this, could she clearly feel how much passion and sweat Gao Wen had put into this game on this court. , constantly challenging the limits.

Little by little, her soul started to burn.

Watching the court quietly——

Federer was celebrating. The joy that had been suppressed and suppressed, controlled and controlled again, finally exploded. He clenched his fists, jumped high, cheered, roared, and jumped for joy. Every cell in his body could feel it coming from within. The outpouring of happiness filled the whole place.

Whether Federer or Gawain, they have fought hard to the end without reservation.

It is precisely because of this that the final victory is so sweet and wonderful. Even Federer, who has experienced hundreds of battles, is no exception. After experiencing countless fierce battles and narrow victories, he can still deeply feel the madness of this victory. What's more, This is still his favorite Wimbledon.

And Gawain?

He just sat on the ground with his hands on his knees, panting like an ox, and quietly looked at the tennis ball that hit the net and then rolled to his feet——

Showing a little loneliness.

In an instant, Pulan's eyes were filled with tears.

No, she couldn't cry. Maybe it was a defeat, but it was definitely not a defeat. She shouldn't and didn't want to cry. They should applaud Gawain.

So Pulan did just that.

"Bah! Gawain!"

His voice was a little choked, but Pulan still took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and shouted with all his strength, completely ignoring his hoarse voice. He clapped his hands and shouted for support, using the last remaining energy to light up the central court for this classic duel. A perfect ending.

One point, another point, the shouts from outside followed the wind and blew through Murray Hill. In the blink of an eye, they twisted into a rope and rushed towards the center court in a mighty way.

call.

Gawain exhaled a long, long breath, his chest felt like a volcano, feeling the magma bubbling.

He knows that he can leave the court with his head held high; he knows that he has given all his strength without reservation; he knows that he can openly say that he has no regrets and has no regrets. He left all his energy on the court. but……

But why is it still full of bitterness?