Chapter 85 - Awards Ceremony (end of volume 9)

Awards for tennis tournaments are often held shortly after the finals. In some competitions, players were sitting in chairs and won awards because they had no power to fight after the battle.

The tree was so boring.

The awards ceremony of the Seoul Open was prepared at the same time as the finals were finished, and the stage was prepared about 15 minutes later. The audience stayed at the two players who fought hard and won for two weeks without ever leaving their seats.

It was.

Soon after, the chairman on the platform beat the microphone a few times and began to write a speech in a typical sentence.

'So it's my first time to hold an ATP League award ceremony in Korean.'

Han Woo-jin had a strange feeling. As the ATP League has never been held in Korea, the awards ceremony has never been conducted in Korean. It did not happen in the world before the return. It was his own future and present, created by Han Woo-jin with his own hands.

While he felt a strange feeling and thought differently, the award ceremony went through the process. Slaughter and other processes flowed quickly. I just thought about the players who just put out their energy

The process did not take much time.

And finally the awards ceremony came to an end.

"Please come forward for 2007 ATP500 Seoul Open runner-up, Angie Roddick."

The moderator's voice resonates in Korean. I was wondering if I could get up, but the concern was quickly dispelled by the appearance of a foreigner near Roddick. Maybe he's in charge of an interpreter. Roddick's head once

Nodding, stepped out of the seat and climbed onto the platform.

The old man, who was still watching from behind the moderator, came forward and lifted the silver plaque. As the competition was held as a result of active support from NK Group, Chairman Cho handed a plaque.

I was in charge of.

He stood in front of Roddick in an unbelievable state that he couldn't believe he had passed seven days. Then he handed out his hand, with the wind wave still intact, handing out a plaque.

"Thank you very much for showing a good game."

Fluent pronunciation English flowed out of the chairman's mouth. As soon as the eyes were surprised, Roddick was handed a plaque and held his wrinkled hands with his remaining hand. The heat of seedlings of generations and generations came and went among the young and old.

At the same time as the hands of the two fell, applause reminiscent of the thunder in the spacious stadium.

Papa Papa Papa Papa!

However, as Roddick, who had been awarded a plaque, stepped down, the sound gradually faded away, and by the time the moderator grabbed the microphone again, the silence was again filling his son-in-law. Everyone is looking forward to the next step.

It was nothing but proof.

Thanks to the atmosphere of the stadium, the host of the competition was a loud lie and raised his voice like a lie and vigorously called the winner of the competition.

"Then let's go through the final process of this award. Winner of the 2007 ATP500 Seoul Open! Han Woo-jin, please step on the platform now! "

As Han Woo-jin began to move, the audience, who had quietly shut up, began the chorus. Every voice came out of their mouths, but only one was called. And the name may belong to someone else

There was no.

Han- Woojin! Han- Woojin! Han- Woojin! Han- Woojin!

I seemed to be pushing my back.

Han Woo-jin felt that people's voice seemed to push him forward. As more than 10,000 people gathered their voices in unison, the sounds were already generating waves beyond the realm of vibration. Riddled power

Even if it is gathered over ten thousand, it becomes pressure.

But the pressure was a little different than the pressure I felt before. It wasn't the discomfort of pushing the shoulders, but the power of pushing the feet. I felt as if I was walking on a cloud, the reality faded from my gait.

'It's been a while since I've been excited.'

It may be because of his personality or his life, but Hanwoojin's feelings do not make any movement. But today I couldn't control my heart. As I walked up, I was putting my last step on the table.

its sillent.

As soon as Han Woo-jin climbed the stage, the audience who choralized his name also recovered silence. Should I know the timing well? It was a good time to distinguish between good times and bad times.

Hands reach out to the golden plaque that remained on the pedestal. The wrinkled hand carefully lifted the plaque and took it to the chest of the old gentleman dressed in a well-dressed suit.

"… Very good. I can't say anything more. "

"Thank you, President."

What more words do you need? They could understand each other's breasts in just a few words.

When the typhoon swept away, Hanwoojin hurriedly grabbed a plaque on his side and clasped with Cho's hand. Only the small trembling conveyed through the hands is the old man's feeling

Jung told me.

"It's fine now. I don't know if I'm in a good position. "

"I will. It was the best barn. "

I wanted to say more, but I couldn't speak privately at the awards ceremony. Cho looked at the direction of the reporters to take a picture after tapping Hanwoojin's shoulder several times. Innumerable

The flashing eyes were stinging, but Han Woo-jin, Chairman Cho, and others weren't going to show up.

With a background of applause that reminds them of the sound of the waves, their faces were covered with numerous camera flashes. The awards ended so.

"Would you like to hear Hanwoojin win the Seoul Open?"

"The Seoul Open is the first ATP competition in Korea, and I am deeply impressed. And I feel good to be the first winner of the competition. It's a little big for the first time. "

As soon as the audience left the ceremony, Hanwoojin was surrounded by numerous people. Reporters with cameras, notebooks and small micros were waiting for him. It was also a place where you could not sneak out as before.

However, Hanwoojin was flexible to answer questions. It's been a few times abroad, and there were parts where I felt more comfortable when interviewing in Korean.

Did you talk about 30 minutes? As the reporters who had asked all the questions for the broadcast and magazines gradually resolved the turmoil, the last question came out.

"As you said before, you won the Seoul Open and I'm curious what competition you're thinking about next! Can you answer me? "

All the journalists who were preparing to dig out gathered their eyes. Anyone could be interested.

Han Woo-jin was one of the winners of the Seoul Open. Even if he would fail in the next race, his speech now had to weigh itself.

Hanwoojin shut up for a moment.

The next goal was already set, but I was worried about whether it could be discussed earlier.

This time, things worked out well and he received favorable reviews. But there was no guarantee that things would work as he had promised.

'If you're overkill, you'll be glad if you don't swear.'

The ATP500 league, which he won for the first time, was clearly a great competition, but not the best. There were only two higher levels of competition left.

Masters Series and Grand Slam. The general name of competitions that any professional tennis player dreams of. Hanwoojin, who will be in the world's 30th place and hopefully 20th place, won't be able to guarantee the quarterfinals.

Hanwoojin opened his mouth though. Being in the well with his fountain was past. I couldn't jump, but I couldn't tolerate retreating without jumping.

"It's a bit overwhelming to say it's a goal, but there are competitions in mind."

Reporters gathered on the streets after the meeting. Hanwoojin raised his head proudly in front of them with the microphone and camera they were trying to insert. If you're a man with aspirations, you have to spread your chest.

"I'll see you again in the UK in June."

* * *

At the end of the last question, Hanwoojin left the stadium behind. Whatever the rest of the journalists in the fuss or whatever, there was no will to remain there. As I told you before, the former coach who was waiting outside the door laughed and knocked on his shoulder.

I've been trying. It seemed to overhear the interview.

"Hey, my tongue rolls well today? Did you get any oil in your mouth after winning? "

"I talked a lot so I got used to it."

"What is it? I think I'm good at answering the questions too! "

Jeon Sang-sik, with his arms around the neck of Han Woo-jin, seemed to be bold and pounded his side playfully. It wasn't an issue that bothered me with a wet, damp texture.

After a while, Han Woo-jin, who had been robbed of a racket bag on her shoulder, left the stadium following the former manager who walked ahead. Considering no room for refusal, he was a director.

"Well?"

Hanwoojin leaned away from the stadium with his palms covering the sun. The phone's screen, which I accidentally pulled out of my pocket, was displaying 3:17 pm.

'Is this time already?'

The final, which started this morning, ended just after lunch. At 3 pm, the cool breeze began to swell and the cool wind cooled Hanwoojin's forehead.

In the meantime, the figure of a woman waving her hand from far away calmed her chest. As it grew closer, the shaking increased in amplitude. There was her right before.

Se-yeon

Warlock.

Before Hanwoojin talked about it, a strong lilac fragrance shook his head. It was not so difficult to understand the situation because of the hair tickling the nose.

But understanding and understanding are separate. Sudden hug, Han Woo-jin stopped moving, and Shin Se-yeon was thrilled to add strength to his arms. It was the weak voice of the former director who dropped them off.

"Yes, is it good to show off your youth in front of this old man?"

Former director had not even looked at it, Shin Se-yeon jumped backwards over what was holding him in amazement.

"Go, bishop ?! Were you? "

"What, I haven't seen? Are you doing this too? "

"No, it's not… "

There was no excuse to say something. In front of Han Woo-jin, who is still frozen, and Shin Se-yeon, who can't help it, only the former director sighed. He first woke up, shaking his standing Hanwoojin.

"Yumma, don't you wake up? This is very soulless… "

"Oh, bishop?"

"The director is sick. He's got a worm-it's a spectacle. Anyway listen. I told you to tell you. "

What did President Joe say? For a while, Han Woo-jin returned to his usual complexion and stared at the former director. This mentality, which changes flexibly according to the situation, was also one of the accessories that make up Hanwoojin's strength.

"I asked you to come in around lunch tomorrow. I was going to call you today, but you have a passenger. Oh, and accept this too. "

"… Italian restaurant? Why is this? "

The former director's pass was the restaurant name card for an authentic Italian restaurant in Songpa-gu. When he wondered and asked, the former director hinted at the back of Han Woo-jin's shoulder. It was as if someone was there. That chin is going

Hanwoojin turned his head in the direction of Leekin.

And the former coach responded as expected.

"uh? how?"

Today is a weekday. My parents, who have been busy on weekends, thought they couldn't expect their sister to go to school. In front of such Woo-jin, three families were waving at him.

"You have a special room, so take it and have it with you. Did you have time on weekdays to watch your game? Go ahead and try your best. "

"Director… "

It is common to use the word Korean food. If you put the body in the same company, the same group was often heard. However, it is not true if there are common people who can really express Korean food. The people who laughed and talked next door were cold

It is not uncommon to turn a crab back, and it is not uncommon to greet or share it when faced outside.

What about these people?

Wow!

When Han Woo-jin, who felt something crying inside, stood still with a business card, former director hit his back with a large palm like a pot lid. One hand has been a painful acquaintance.

"Don't be afraid, go quickly, man. Are you waiting? "

"… Yes, see you later. "

"OK. See you later."

After a brief greeting, the former coach got into his car coolly as always. Unwilling to interfere with family reunions, he stepped down on the accelerator at once and wandered out of the parking lot. The former director disappeared

Only Lee Woo-jin and Shin Se-yeon remain, and the two faced each other without grasping the situation.

""Ah.""

At the same time, the two men turned to the same direction.

There, his father nodding as if he was a boss, his mother shaking his mouth with his mouth covered, and his sister, who were playfully sealing their eyes, looked at them.

'this.'

More tension than when faced with Roddick climbed on Hanwoojin's hamstrings. Maybe his real finals haven't started yet.