From the backcourt to the frontcourt and back again.
From right to left and back to right again.
At this point, the four players facing each other on the court covered the entire court, and their figures were everywhere. Then, Gao Wen and Dimitrov both went to the net.
In the previous shot, Gao Wen successfully intercepted the ball. Although the effect of the return was uncertain, the two players both started to hit the net quickly and firmly controlled the advantage in front of the net.
In front of the net, a "two-on-one" matchup was formed. Pospisil was weak on his own, and sparks of hand-to-hand contact were about to break out.
Then--
Tennis is coming.
Small slash.
In a predicament, in a hurry, Sock chose to hit a small diagonal shot with his forehand, sending the tennis ball to Dimitrov's backhand.
Relatively speaking, this is the most obvious and direct shortcoming. In a passive state, it is almost a subconscious choice. Sock also hopes that his powerful forehand hitting can suppress Dimitrov's backhand.
Uh-huh!
Suoke exerted all his strength, his steps were slightly unsteady, and all the strength of his upper body was devoted, and he could even hear the sound of his muscles exploding.
After hitting the ball, Sock had no time to adjust the angle. Then he leaned forward along the hitting action, and his body had already entered the baseline and sprinted towards the net, trying to be Pospisil's boost and at the same time provide a visual boost to the ball. Two players on opposite sides of the net create pressure.
Crisscross.
Dazzled.
The confrontation situation in the game was completely tense. The four players were all over the field. As you came and went, you didn't even have time to judge who was who. The tennis balls were already woven into a shadow of swords and swords——
The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.
In his sight, Sock could see that Dimitrov did not dodge, but also took the initiative to face forward, using a one-handed backhand to collide head-on like a car crash.
boom!
A collision of strength and strength, Dimitrov's hitting is very tough, a typical volley action in front of the net.
but!
Sock hid a little trick, topspin, although it is not a strong topspin, the forehand is still mainly used to exert force, but Sock slightly twisted the parabola, adding a little spin, which also caused the tennis ball to hit Dimit. On Love's racket, he continued to move up the string.
At this time, the control angle of the racket surface is also very important. If the downward pressure angle is slightly insufficient, the flight arc of the tennis ball may not be controlled.
really!
Dimitrov treated it as a powerful forehand shot. He didn't have time to carefully observe the rotation of the tennis ball in front of the net. The angle of the racket was slightly higher, and the parabola of the return ball was not suppressed. You can clearly see that the tennis ball rises slightly, and the parabola is a bit high.
Not obvious, but objectively present.
If it is a singles game, there is no problem with this slight flaw; but in a doubles game, the player standing in front of the net will never miss it.
Pospisil, appears.
It can be seen at a glance that Pospisil was a little impatient. He stepped forward with two crossed steps and grabbed an ascending point. Before the parabola was completely released——
Forehand, a chop, everything, using the force to complete the block, directly knocking the tennis ball towards Gawain's stance.
ah!
At the scene, some people couldn't help but exclaimed. Before their eyes, the tennis ball was about to hit Gawain like a comet hitting the earth.
Everything happened so fast, and before I even had time to breathe out, the court had already ushered in another change.
But saw——
Gawain seemed very calm, highly focused, without any slack, and the entire conditioned reflex response was timely enough——
The whole person dragged his center of gravity and jumped back, barely getting out of the way; the forehand grip was very weird, not extending outward or stretching the body, but awkwardly buckling inward.
It can be clearly seen that the body is dancing in the air like a feather, light and agile, and twisted into a weird posture.
racket!
Blocking it in front of him, he reluctantly hit the tennis ball with the racket surface.
A twist, a rub.
It's just a matter of skill.
Today, the audience has appreciated Dimitrov's skill more than once, lamenting the title of "Little Federer" and showing his talent in touch.
Now, Gao Wen also used an extreme catch to show his talent in touch. With his body's center of gravity completely unbalanced, he hit the ball entirely with his wrist.
However, I saw the tennis ball spinning strongly inwards and spinning at high speed. The tiny golden fluff exploded in the air, stirring up a ray of sunshine.
Just like that, it hit Pospisil's face again.
Accident!
Accident!
Alarms, one after another.
In the situation of a strong confrontation in front of the net, everything happened too fast, everything was an instinctive reaction, and even the control of the bat was unable to be arbitrary. The subconscious batting action could not fully control the line and direction of the bat.
Naturally, accidents tend to occur.
Pospisil was startled.
In the pupils, one can clearly see the tennis ball gradually enlarging and rotating at high speed, the field of vision is compressed and covered, and the whole world is condensed into the size of a tennis ball in an instant. The mustard yellow is overwhelming, and even the sunlight is dyed with a layer of yellow. , coming in a mighty manner.
There is nowhere to escape.
Damn it!
My heart trembled.
Can he use foul language?
However, the swear words can wait. Pospisil's survival instinct exploded instantly. One side of his body flashed, twisting into a weird arc like a welcoming pine, and stood the racket upright.
First block.
Then, boom!
Impact.
Just by dodging and pushing according to the conditioned reflex, Pospisil not only avoided the tragedy of blooming on the face, but also knocked the tennis ball back.
However, the wave-like power continued to surge layer by layer. The strong aftertaste made Pospisil stagger back half a step, his knees trembled slightly, a layer of cold sweat penetrated his palms, and he gripped the racket tightly. It became so slippery that I almost lost my grip.
Subconsciously, Pospisil swallowed, fear and panic pounding in his chest, and he felt as if there was a little leakage.
Grass!
However, the steady stream of adrenaline still firmly grasped the heart, and the muscles in the whole body were tense, never giving up or wavering.
Pospisil stared at the tennis ball intently, with only one thought in his mind:
Can't get it, can't get it, can't get it.
In fact, the quality of Pospisil's return shot is indeed good.
Go straight.
Tennis has now evolved into badminton. Everyone is rushing for time. They don't even wait for the tennis ball to hit the ground to complete the shot. The rhythm is completely tense.
Suffocating.
It was seen that Pospisil's stroke did not exert any force, and the tennis ball flew for a short distance, and then fell vertically.
Soft, less forceful.
It actually created an incredible hitting effect. While defusing Gawain's volley, it also cleverly increased the difficulty of returning the ball during the confrontation in front of the net, pushing Gawain and Dimitrov into a passive situation again. This time Handling the small ball in front of the net is very difficult.
The scene was filled with exclamations of surprise.
One second I was frightened, the next second I was sighing, my mind went blank, everyone was riding the roller coaster together, the ups and downs of the sound continued to surge out uncontrollably, and every second was testing the endurance limit of the heart.
Then, one or two of them held their breath, and only billowing heat waves surged above their eardrums.
Gawain, step forward.
(End of chapter)
