Chapter 1811 Full Focus

Roar! Ho ho ho!

Cheers and shouts, applause and whistles, the party has officially begun.

Fans who flocked to Flushing from all over the world to watch the first step of Gao Wen’s title defense journey were truly satisfied and immediately got into party mode——

They like this kind of competition. They don’t need to be nervous or worried. They don’t need any roller coasters or big reversals. A simple victory is enough. With the mood of coming to enjoy the performance, they can enter the battle relaxedly and leave happily. This is a perfect Tuesday night.

The five-star red flag was flying in the audience. This gorgeous and bright red completed the important task of linking the past and the next, drawing the final end to last year's miraculous journey. At the same time, it sounded the clarion call for this year's new journey. Qi Xin could be clearly heard in the wild hunting wind at night in New York. A passionate cry for collaboration.

"Gawain!"

"Gawain!"

"Gawain!"

It resounds through the sky, everything is so simple.

Perhaps, there is only one exception at the scene——

Little Zverev.

When the last point landed, he was not surprised.

The trend of the entire third set had already been seen, and the end could be seen at a glance. He himself had no confidence and patience in the end. The end of the game was a relief.

This nightmare can finally end, I can finally leave this stadium, everything is over.

Before setting foot on the Arthur Ashe Stadium, little Zverev also had his own imagination and longing. This was the first time in his career that he had set foot on the center court of a Grand Slam. It is also the largest tennis court in the world, plus he and Gawain The match itself has been given more profound meaning.

But.

The cruel reality was not the same as the picture he imagined; but how to describe it specifically, he had mixed feelings but couldn't explain it clearly.

Zverev lowered his head slightly, and others could not clearly see his expression and eyes. He walked forward silently towards the net.

He raised his eyes slightly and saw the figure on the other side of the net. He lowered his eyes again, raised his right hand and hurriedly shot it. Without any pause, his footsteps had already bypassed the ball post and headed straight towards the players' dugout. Okay, not even the most basic polite greetings.

The handshake after the game was warm and cold, close and distant. If I had to find an adjective, this handshake would be colder than the Siberian winter. From the eyes to the touch of the palms, it was so sloppy and perfunctory, from the inside out. It exudes a kind of resistance and rejection.

This shouldn't be a surprise.

Gawain doesn't mind.

In fact, after scoring the last point, Gawain did not cheer or celebrate at all. He always remained calm and then breathed a sigh of relief.

In the first game after two weeks away from the field, the abdominal injury did not affect my performance and the game basically progressed according to plan. This is the most important thing, and an easy victory is the icing on the cake.

After a handshake without any eye contact or warmth, Gao Wen waited for little Zverev to pass by. He shook hands with the referee politely, expressed his gratitude with a smile, and then returned to the court.

Gawain raised his hands and gently tapped the string with his left hand. In this way, he applauded the audience and thanked them for their warm welcome.

Stepping onto the Arthur Ashe Stadium again after a year, the happy memories are still fresh and real; before stepping onto the pitch, I was still a little nervous, a little numb, a little excited, a little nervous, but after the first game After the game, all these emotions turned into joy in the blood.

Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!

As Gawain faced four different directions, the corresponding audience stands burst into turbulent cheers, lighting up the entire night sky like a wave of people.

And when Gawain spun around and returned to his original position, they all burst into cheers.

"ah!"

The roaring waves of arms and shouts hit the stadium seats with great force, causing waves of reverberations, soaring into the sky, and the sky above also rolled.

Boom, boom boom boom——

The uniform shouting has no end in sight, which is really incredible.

Jim Courier was already standing on the edge of the court waiting. Even though he had been on the battlefield for many years, he still couldn't help but marvel at the scene in front of him at this moment.

This year, the legendary star accepted the invitation of the US Open to serve as the post-match host for the men's singles event at the Center Court, interacting with the players on the spot.

When the game comes to an end, Courier and the television broadcast team are already on the sidelines ready, but they still need to give the players some time to thank the audience and complete simple post-game tasks.

As a result, Courier discovered that the protagonist who won tonight seemed to have forgotten one thing.

"Hey! Hey, that girl knight, did you forget something?"

Courier picked up the phone and greeted quickly.

Gao Wen put on a black coat to keep warm and kept his equipment bag on his back, preparing to leave the court for post-match recovery training. He saw two staff members in front of him waving their hands in panic and constantly reminding those behind him. His footsteps paused slightly. , full of question marks.

Then, when Gao Wen turned around, he saw the live broadcast team chasing after them with cameras, and then he realized that the end of the game did not mean the end of everything.

Gao Wen showed a smile, apologized quickly, came back, put down the equipment bag, looked at the camera and couldn't help but laugh.

"Boom! It's a prank! What do you think? You've all been fooled."

Hiding his forgetfulness in such a way, the whole Arthur Ashe Stadium burst into laughter.

Courier also didn't expect that Gawain would resolve the embarrassment in such a way, and he was very cooperative, "Indeed, we were all fooled."

He shook his head as he spoke.

The scene was filled with laughter.

"First of all, welcome back..."

Courier was interrupted by the audience before he finished speaking.

"Wow, it looks like someone here is winning the hearts of the entire audience."

"How about it? How does it feel to step onto Arthur Ashe Stadium again as the defending champion? Are there any changes?"

The opening was still a standard issue, no different from the pre-match press conference. After all, this was the first time in Gao Wen's career that he appeared as the defending champion.

But Gawain's answer is slightly different.

"Well, it wasn't like that after the first game this time last year."

ha!

The whole audience burst into laughter.

After Gao Wen upset Isner in the first round last year, although it was not as exaggerated as the boos from the audience, it must be admitted that the audience needed some time to digest.

But tonight was a different story.

The smile on Gawain's lips also rose, and he continued to answer.

"It's definitely different. I just completely forgot about the post-match interview. Obviously I'm still worried about the fact that no one knows me."

Hahaha.

"The biggest difference is that you welcomed me back in such a warm way, not only as a defending champion, but also as a home away from home."

"Oh, I haven't felt like this for a long time. It's been a long time."

Wait, does Gao Wen mean the away treatment of the other three Grand Slams?

Roar, boom, ha.

The booing and noise caused the whole place to explode.