boom!
All the Bruins fans in the audience raised their arms and shouted, the passion released in an instant roared mightily, and the entire stadium erupted with an incredible energy. The cheers, shouts, and roars were all intertwined together, like rolling thunder, with faces red and ears red. The ferocious protruding veins can be seen in every corner of the field of vision.
"pretty!"
Sofar did not hold back his applause, and the smile on his lips blossomed freely.
"Gaowen's line layout and attack options are really beautiful! The most important thing is that step up! He took a big step forward and grabbed a rising point, breaking the balance in an instant. Saramento's subsequent reaction obviously did not follow suit. Go up, just two beats and it’s already beyond repair.”
"pretty!"
"At the critical moment, Gawain showed his big heart. He dared to think and act. He was very decisive and neat in his actions!"
"Now, Gao Wen has brought out the first match point of this game."
Sampras had already clenched his fists to cheer for Gawain, and the bright light in his eyes clearly showed the excitement and excitement in his heart——
Not only because of Gawain, but also because of tennis. A wonderful duel reminded him of those glorious years again.
"After the break point, Gao Wen concentrated his attention, quickly calmed down, confirmed the cause of his mistake, and found a solution to the problem. Both shots showed a well-thought-out overall layout and clean and decisive shots. This quality is truly rare.”
"Often for young players, the more nervous they are, the more likely they are to tighten their hands. The tighter their hands are, the more nervous they are. There may be a series of mistakes that cannot be stopped."
"This was the case in the 2007 Wimbledon women's singles final. Sabine-Lisicki, who reached the Grand Slam final for the first time in her career, was like sleepwalking throughout the game. She knew she was nervous, she knew she was She needed to be calm, she knew she needed to be in the zone, but she just couldn't and ended up losing the game."
"Gawain was nervous, but he controlled himself. This is the most rare thing."
"Now the pressure is on the Salamento side."
Sofar and Sampras were explaining passionately and expressed similar views invariably, which was in perfect harmony with the jubilation of the fans at the scene.
On the contrary, the two players on the court were the calmest because they both knew that the game was not over yet.
"Up! Brown bear! Up!"
"We are Trojans!"
The cheers of the fans from both sides burst out with incredible energy, and the powerful collision set off a stormy sea. Golden heat waves exploded in the air, and the rolling roar burned on the surface of the skin, as if they were in an erupting volcanic crater.
The love and hatred between the mortal enemies in the same city reached its peak at this moment. No one would surrender and no one would admit defeat.
Gurgling.
Gurgling.
"Quiet, gentlemen and ladies. Quiet, please."
The referee has to maintain order on the scene - the most special thing about tennis is that the referee needs to be the maintainer of order on the scene and control the atmosphere and rhythm of the scene. Their job is definitely not just reporting scores.
"Gentlemen and ladies, the two players are ready. Please keep quiet. Thank you for your cooperation."
The referee continued to control the court. When the Bruins fans saw that Gao Wen was standing on the baseline ready to serve, they finally became quiet first. The Trojans fans continued to make noises, even after most of the fans quieted down. There are sporadic sounds causing disturbance.
"Come on, Ray!"
"Victory belongs to the Trojans!"
The referee had to emphasize again, "Please keep quiet, thank you. Thank you!"
Buzz buzz.
Buzz buzz.
The scene finally became quiet, but the interval between one minute and one minute was really long, and the attention of both Gawain and Saramento was slightly affected.
Huchihuchi.
Gawain took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and deliberately slowed down the rhythm a little to ensure that his concentration could return. He carefully felt the rhythm of his heart beating, and then shot the ball to clear his entire brain. , redeploy tactics.
Kick the ground. Throw the ball. Turn. Swing.
boom!
Instead of hitting the serve hard, Gauvin cut an inside corner and aimed for Saramento's forehand.
Because he did not use all his strength, but focused on control, Gao Wen's landing point must be very accurate, right at the T-point where the two service areas combine.
Saramento took a sudden step laterally, raised his hand and swung the ball, habitually returning the tennis ball to the center - in the last game, this tactic often worked.
But now the situation has changed slightly.
First, Saramento was under huge pressure, and the return control was slightly off. It was not completely in the middle, but in the middle. Gawain's backhand was a little shallow, and the landing point was also a little shallow.
Secondly, Gawain has been prepared in advance and cannot be fooled again and again.
Therefore, you can see that Gawain has already arrived in advance, adjusting his position in small steps continuously, and setting up the backhand with both hands like a fort. The entire swing is very complete and full, just like a fully drawn bowstring.
Oops!
Saramento immediately shouted that something was wrong and realized that Gao Wen might launch an abnormal attack again. His feet reflexively moved laterally to his right, preparing to defend Gao Wen's straight backhand!
Huh.
Huh.
Saramento was running flat out, the wind howling.
boom!
Gao Wen's swing was very full, and his whole body moved forward following the swing, and then the tennis ball was hit solidly.
Whoosh!
The flat-hit tennis ball is flying at high speed, and time seems to have slowed down ten times or a hundred times at this moment. You can even clearly see the trajectory of the tennis ball spinning rapidly.
Saramento was still moving sideways, but with his eyes fixed on the tennis ball, he was the first to realize that the situation was not good——
Something's wrong!
Why does it seem like... I've gone too far?
Saramento's eyes were pulled to the back of his shoulders by the tennis ball, and it took him a moment to realize:
This is not a straight line, but a small diagonal line!
To be precise, Gao Wen was not aiming for the dead center of Salamento's forehand and hitting the backhand straight line, but for hitting the repeated line in the middle of the Salamento stadium, trying to treat others the same way. Saramento's return shot came back, faster and deeper.
There is no angle at all.
Damn it!
Saramento realized that he had run too far. He braked with his right leg and tried to push back again. However, the strength of his soles was a little weak and he was unable to push out. In the end, only his upper body rushed out eagerly. He made a diving motion and threw the racket directly.
No matter what, I always hope to touch tennis.
The world seemed to have stopped at this moment, and those cheers, shouts, and expressions were all frozen in a millisecond.
But... it's still too late.
Saramento just watched the tennis ball flying horizontally above his head and flying towards the bottom line barrier. The slowed down time returned to normal. His body felt the pull of gravity again and he fell heavily. As it went down, the golden color on the ground agitated.
In my ears, the referee's voice came.
"Game, high!"
It's over, all suspense is gone.
