Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 737: Top Show Match, the old king is majestic, the new king is impressive

Let’s not talk about this for now.

As the match list for the U-17 World Cup exhibition match was finalized, the prelude to a storm quietly spread in the air.

The sky was low, and heavy clouds seemed to be pressing down on the dome of the German National Tennis Stadium, as if foreshadowing that what was about to take place was not only a tennis match, but also a struggle of spirit and will.

Outside the venue, the autumn wind blew up the withered and yellow sycamore leaves, swirling them between the stairs and the fences, while inside the venue, it was already as bright as day due to the fiery voices and lights.

The German National Tennis Stadium is a magnificent modern building. Its elliptical steel frame structure is like the skeleton of a giant beast, supporting a transparent dome that separates the gloom above the city from the splendor inside the stadium.

At this moment, the lights in the stadium were on, and hundreds of spotlights were shining like stars, focusing on the snow-white field in the center court.

The stands on both sides of the net were stacked with fans from all over the country. They were dressed in the red, black and gold colors of the German flag, waving flags and glow sticks, like a boiling ocean.

The air was filled with the aroma of popcorn, hot dogs, and sweat, as well as a subtle tension that quietly spread through the crowd like an electric current.

At the height of this clamor, a clear and solemn announcement pierced through the noise, echoing throughout every corner of the venue:

"This year's U-17 World Cup exhibition match."

"Germany U-17 National Team vs. Switzerland U-17 National Team."

"The game between the two sides is about to begin."

"Now, first of all, we would like to invite the German U-17 team, the champions of the U-17 World Cup for nine consecutive years!"

The moment the broadcast ended, the entire tennis stadium seemed to be on fire.

Cheers came from all directions like a tsunami, shaking the glass curtain wall slightly.

The audience sang in unison a cheering song adapted from the German national anthem, with uniform rhythm and great momentum.

The cheerleading girls wore uniform red short skirts, held colorful balloons, jumped and waved, pushing the atmosphere to a boiling peak.

Men pumped their fists, women screamed, and children rode on their fathers' shoulders, their faces painted with national flag paint and their eyes gleaming with admiration.

"King German!"

"King German!"

"King German!"

The shouts came one after another, like the tide hitting the rocks, never stopping.

There is pride, expectation, and even an almost religious fanaticism in this voice.

The German U-17 national team, this iron-blooded team that has won the championship trophy nine times, has long transcended the scope of sports and become a symbol of national glory.

Their captain, a young man with a resolute face and eagle-like eyes, wearing the No. 1 jersey that symbolizes leadership, was the first to walk out of the tunnel.

He walked steadily, and every step he took was in line with the audience's heartbeat.

Behind him, seven team members followed closely, all of them with solemn expressions and tense muscles, like knights about to go to the battlefield.

Their rackets shone coldly under the light, as if they were not sports equipment but sharp blades drawn from their sheaths.

Almost all the Germans in the audience stood up, waving flags, and tears flashed in the eyes of some of the older people.

They have witnessed the glory of this team and are well aware of the sweat and sacrifice behind this glory.

The dome of the venue seemed to be lifted up by the sound waves, and the lights swayed slightly in the cheers, casting mottled light and shadows.

However, when all the German players stood still, the captain raised his right hand in greeting, and the audience was about to give the most enthusiastic applause to this king's team, the broadcast sounded again, but the tone subtly became cautious and restrained:

"Please welcome... the Swiss U-17 team, who hold the highest points during the U-17 World Cup tournament... to the venue."

Before he finished speaking, a miracle happened.

The cheers that surged like a tsunami froze in an instant.

It was as if someone pressed the pause button, and the entire venue dropped from boiling point to freezing point.

The deafening shouts from the previous second were instantly eliminated, leaving only the low hum of the air-conditioning system and a few sudden coughs.

Tens of thousands of eyes turned to the entrance to the stadium. Their eyes were no longer filled with anticipation, but a mixture of curiosity, fear and indescribable tension.

This eerie silence, like an invisible layer of frost, quickly covered every inch of space.

The cheerleaders' colorful balloons stopped in mid-air, the children's smiling faces froze, and even the arms waving flags slowly dropped.

The air seemed to become sticky, and every breath was accompanied by heavy resistance.