Tennis, Federer, we, these decade

In 2011, my third grade, my mother took me and my sister to the city gymnasium, and wanted us to start learning badminton in this holiday and exercise well. I just walked to the door of the badminton court. My grandfather called my mother. Now I want to come, that is, the phone determines that I will associate with tennis.

Grandpa is a retired mathematics teacher who loves sports. When he was young, basketball football and track and field were excellent. He remembered himself. From the phone, I learned that my grandfather heard that my mother was going to take me and my sister to learn to play badminton, but the grandfather insisted on asking the mother to report to us two. At that time, I didn't understand why my grandfather was so firm, perhaps because of the grandfather's tennis dream: from my notice, there was an old tennis racket hanging from my grandfather's house; perhaps because of the suddenly strong tennis atmosphere at the time: Roland that year: On the court of Garos, the red earth flew, and finally a Asian and a Chinese stood on the highest podium of the Grand Slam.

That holiday, the first time I picked up the tennis racket, I felt like yesterday. I took the coach's tennis racket and only felt that this beat was so heavy.

After the winter vacation, the family renewed the tennis class at home and signed up for the swimming class. Every day after the swimming class, my sister and I quickly ran back to the foreign public. I have helped us adjust the Australian Open's broadcast channel. CCTV5 often does not broadcast tennis, but fortunately there is a TV channel called "golf/tennis". It has not yet set off a ride of tennis broadcast (although the octopus is not broadcast now), the channel "Golf/tennis" is a gospel of tennis enthusiasts.

In the summer of the same year, I dug watermelon with iron spoons on my grandfather's sofa and saw a pure white figure in the TV.

My grandfather and dad talked to TV while watching TV. I heard my grandfather saying, "If it wasn't for Federer, no one could hit him." I looked at the person on the screen: the head -of -head sweat -absorbing belt, always mobilized by the opponent's large slanting line, often passively turned back passively on the bottom line. That was the first time I heard the name "Federer". In the world of adults, he was a tennis player who was "unattended when he was young but now entered the trough because of his age".

From that time, Roger Federer gradually entered my field of vision and became the only existence that could make me move, crazy, and regrettable.

Today, I can't remember the exact time of really like Federer. Perhaps it was the little passive game in 2010, perhaps because of his innate elegance and light -like ball.

With the end of the four Grand Slam, the Masters and the Finals of the year, the good players in my sister's heart gradually became clear: in WTA, Li Na can always affect the heartstrings of the Chinese. She is undoubtedly the biggest to see tennis tennis The pride, in addition, Sarapova is a tangled existence of us. We love her iconic pumping ball, love her to hang the golden ponytail between the neck, and also love her fierce ball and charming face, but If she defeated Li Na in the game, we will have a lot of regrets; in ATP, my favorite player is Federer, and my sister likes Djokovic on the premise of giant fans.

I can soak my dad, my sister and the three of me in the study. Those who are sitting in the middle of the middle are nothing more than a beef and chicken war.

My dad and I are loyal milk powder, and my sister is a chicken powder. There are often some inevitable corners in the process of watching the game. Federer often occupies the upper hand on the style of the ball, but the tenaciousness of Djokovic's stubbornness and the ability to reverse are obvious to all. Whenever I reached a critical score, I even sweated my hands, thinking in my heart, and I only asked Federer to win this score.

The late night study was full of our applause, but the applause of my sister and I was dismissed. My dad's applause was silent.

Wimbledon was my favorite event at the time. When I mentioned Winbelton, I always remembered the tennis era full of wooden patches in the last century.

However, Wimbledon is a little bad. The event time is June and June is the season of the exam. The final exam of the second semester is almost June and July. If my mother was still lit in the study during this period, we were addicted to giving up sleep time in the game, and she would first anger my dad "no concept of time."

Whenever the familiar slippers sound from far to near, my dad made a moment of alertness, and shouted with me and my sister, "Hurry in, don't hurt me!"

We hid each time, but my dad exposed the stuffing every time. The reason is nothing more than: there are only one person in front of the computer, but there are three chairs, three cups, and three fruit forks.

Of course, sometimes my mother does not have to go to the scene to find cat tired: I often hear my mother's slippers when I hear my mother's slippers, screaming and running back to the room, and then locking the door (I still have a lot of heart), leaving my dad alone to face alone To the wind.

At this time, my dad will keep his throat and keep saying to us: "Little sound, a little sound!" But his warning is always useless to us. At that time Waiting for the wind, but his tone, his expression, had already confirmed my false thoughts: If it was possible, my dad would definitely lift his computer with us. Because at that time, the computer screen was played with free and easy competitive pictures. When he took out a bottle of wine, turned the box to find a few luminous cups passed down in the home. At this moment, he was not just whose father, whose husband, no, no Who is relying, he is a teenager, eager to win the idol, and persistently applauds a thousand miles away, and he is applauded silently. Like us, he imagines in front of the square screen. In the distant European tennis fertile soil, Yinyin grass on the British Grass Club, thinking about the tide of tennis academic tide that has gradually intensely stumped in the computer chair that has squeaked in a little movement. The Australian Open is my most familiar tennis tournament. The summer of the Southern Hemisphere Rodrawall Stadium and the sunlight of the Melbourne beach as if they can disperse the haze of winter in the northern hemisphere.

On the third time Li Na reached the Australian Open final, my parents took our family to make the hot springs together. In the rest area of ​​the bath, everyone's small TV is almost playing CCTV5. With the back line of Zibulkova's backline, Li Na finally took the Daphne Ekharister Memorial Cup that she was extremely close to her for several years but was always lost. The entire rest area is filled with a very happy atmosphere, and everyone repeatedly reflects this not difficult final. At that time, we still had a lot of expectations for the rise and market potential of Chinese tennis.

When my grandfather's house, my sister and I often asked my grandfather to like Xiao De or Federer, and each hoped that the answer of the grandfather was his idol. Every time, my grandfather smiled and shook his head and said, "No!" At the beginning, we were all confused. My sister asked, "Is the grandfather's favorite?" Said with a slightly proud tone: "I like Sampras the most!" The smile was a bit narrow in the smile, as if saying, "Guess! You guys can't guess!"

At this time, some pictures that I have never witnessed poured into my mind like old VCD: it was a lot of ten years ago, Samplas defeated Agassi to win the championship trophy on the US Open, and also held up to hold up. The era of tennis with the main scoring tool for serving the Internet.

The family's strong tennis atmosphere is always infected with me. My grandfather and dad's love for tennis do not have to say more, but one day I suddenly discovered that the mother who had never been able to stay up late to watch the ball was not too old -fashioned and lacking passion. After "watching the ball late at night by my mother" again, I finally broke out. I told her to tell Federer, faith, freedom, and less care of me. She looked at my irritable appearance, and finally stopped talking about me, but her brows frowned. I ran into the room to close the door and looked at the game with peace of mind. After a while, WeChat prompted the sound, and the mobile phone screen jumped out of my mother's news bombs. I was here to urge me to sleep. Frame: Federer is really a great player, and I also want to try to understand him. I held my phone, as if I saw her worry but careful, and after a long time, I replied a "um".

After the 2017 Australian Open finals, the milk powder circle of Weibo has never been so boiling. From the first round of the final round to the final, the fans are obvious to each of the difficulties. In fact, Federer never played a warm -up game before that As far as the Australian Open, his regression was a surprise itself, and it was even more unexpected. Watching his eyes with tears, holding Norman Brooks Challenge Cup. At that moment, I knew that we had no love for the wrong person. A lot of regrets, pains and unwillingness in previous years seemed to have become cloudy. Return to the field.

For the first time this year's Wimbledon Celebration, Federer participated as a non -officer for the first time.

Ten years ago, he had red eyes on this stadium that made people love and hate: "I don't know, do I have the next ten years."

Today, Winbelton's sunlight is sprinkled on his dark suit, and his calmness and calmness have continued to increase compared to the past.

"As Novak said, I participated in my most brilliant victory and the most painful defeat."

In this year's Wimbledon, Roger Fedeler did not dedicate a wonderful game here, and did not achieve a hearty victory here, but the position of the finale, a slightly self -deprecating speech, and followed. The overwhelming applause should be Winbelton's crowns again against the he youth of reconciliation.

The word "retirement" has been surrounded by Federer for ten years. For this topic, I was unacceptable at the beginning, but in the ten years, the person's mentality is also changing. Not with the new life. I watched Ridler on TV and said that I hope I can play Wimbledon again. I feel again that Roger Federer is not only as simple as idols. He is the only movement in my long youth. He is an endless power on the court, and he is a kind of guidance. When he shone in the center of the court and led the emotions of tens of millions of people. At that time, he was a morning light that burst out. He used talent and sweat to emphasize it again and again. Essence When he shook his head and sighed, or the tears of the field, showing those warm and warm moments. At that time, he was also the moon at sea, which was enough to impress the mortal vulgar moonlight. Today, I can’t remember the winning or losing winning when I saw Federer's first game more than ten years ago, but his sharp SLR style, he was filming with a soft and beautiful sense of strength, his calm temperament With the helplessness of shaking his head, even the applause that swept the heavens and the earth, the shoe and the ground rubbed the dust that played in the sun, I remember it as well as.

Perhaps I like something, and loves someone, and I have to rely on my eyes.

Just like the summer of 2010, I was sitting on the sofa of my grandfather's house. As soon as I looked up, I saw the back of the TV that made me move my life.

Now, the tennis has been accompanied by my youth for nearly ten years. From the four giants rule the net altar, Tim first showed the giants, the Roger Grand Slam champion was short, and the Niu Doudou retired from 2016. By the peak, in 17 years, Niu Doudou returned to take over ATP. In 17 years, the Australian Open Federer's two games against Watinca and Nadal, even today, still remember. For nearly ten years when I watched the men's tennis, the future stars were Dimi, then Tim, and later small flavors, Xixi, Prime Minister, now Aka again. At that year, Tesatonga, Big Pineapple, Bird Brother, Gefen, Artillery Sok, String of Siric, including Kimori, Memphills, Ferrer, I remember everyone's style. These players are tears of the times. Except for Walleka, most of them live under the shadow of the four giants, but I do n’t think it must be described as a pity and regret. They are also distinctive, personality and charm. These players filled our youth with the game, and they were the deepest background in my heart.

Although I always believe that there will be the next stars in the professional network altar worthy of our waiting, but I know that those figures that have been accompanied by us for ten, twenty, and thirty years will not come again.

I often feel lucky. I caught up with the last bus of the Golden Age of the 21st Century Vocational Network and witnessed too many beautiful division pictures: Li Na lay down on the red soil of Roland Galos, white short sleeves were contaminated with brown -red soil, the national anthem Singing and rising national flags, Asia's first Grand Slam championship trophy belongs to the Chinese.

Shava's final defeated Hallep. In the summer wind in Paris, the Tomosan Langelang Cup, the Eiffel Tower was embellished with her bright smile.

Djokovic "flying on the ground" on the court favored by the audience, and staged the reversal show that made Er Chao San again and again.

Del Porto presented the last professional competition in his life at his home at home: "I will remember this moment for life. I realized all my dreams in tennis, and it brought me the most beautiful to me. The trophy -the person who loves me. "The giant of the net altar gently leaned over and kissed the net belt, treating the tennis, and he will always be so gentle and affectionate.

People may no longer remember these online pictures, but it is okay, Winbelton's grass will remember that the sea breeze in Melbourne will remember that Paris and New York will remember that those flowers, birds and fish fixed in the intoxicated light shadow will Worms, grass and one wood, all will remember.

There is a question on Zhihu: Who asked you to start contacting tennis?

If you ask me why I play tennis, I will mention some names, such as my friend, a coach like my friend, and my eternal belief in my heart.

If who asked me to pick up the tennis racket, I would answer my family -my grandfather and mother.

If I ask me why I insist on playing tennis, I want to say that this is because the tennis itself, the traditional and modern movement, its name is enough to serve as all reasons. (Source: Tennis Home Author: Pei Han)

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