Pospisil was desperate——
He has prepared in advance, he has concentrated, he has mobilized all his potential, he has reached the extreme in all aspects, and he is going out with all his strength.
However, it's a little bit worse.
Just a little bit.
A slight difference.
The mustard yellow arc passed over the head of the racket stunningly and flexibly, drawing a full arc, and then fell, like a shooting star.
come down.
Rotate.
burst.
The tennis ball landed on the red soil and made a rotating mark, just like a blooming sunflower, with petals spinning and blooming, and dots of red soil flying and dancing.
within bounds.
The placement, so clear and so precise, was just inside the doubles sideline, just half a step behind Pospisil's stance, creating a boomerang effect.
Score.
Break!
The whole place was surging.
Roaring, surging.
Even if I see it with my own eyes, I still can't control my amazement and praise; even if I'm close at hand, I still can't help but doubt my eyes.
ah!
Ahhhh!
The charm of the doubles game was fully demonstrated at this moment. From the front of the net to the bottom line, the three-dimensional space of the entire court was utilized to the extreme.
It turns out that tennis courts still have such lines and landing points; it turns out that comprehensive offensive and defensive confrontations still have such breaks.
Incredible.
Emotionally.
However, those cheers, applause, and exclamations had nothing to do with Pospisil. They were just a roar in his ears.
He just watched helplessly as the tennis ball found a mysterious destination comparable to the Peach Blossom Land, opening up a whole new world, a world that he had never glimpsed and had no way of knowing, mocking his ignorance and narrow-mindedness, those who were proud and confident, Everything is broken bit by bit.
How...how...how did that guy do it?
This line? This landing point?
How did it all happen?
He has no reservations, but is he still helpless?
That feeling of weakness, pulling on the ankle, falling rapidly, the slightly trembling knees seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the body anymore, and just collapsed.
Plop.
Pospisil just followed the force of his body's forward motion and fell to his knees, falling to the ground like the Little Mermaid in Andersen's fairy tale.
Lost in despair.
At a loss as if lost.
He just stared blankly at the landing point of Gawain's return ball, and finally threw himself down, hiding his head in his hands, and escaped from the world.
So, what should he do?
Or, to be more precise, what else could he do?
Pospisil, no answer.
In the singles arena, Pospisil faced Gao Wen and could not find a way to break the game. He felt like a mosquito caught in a spider's web.
He originally thought that the situation would be different in the doubles arena, but he had tried everything, so why didn't anything change?
That sense of suffocation, that sense of entrapment, that sense of depression... that feeling of being filled with rage that is about to explode but cannot be vented but has to shut up and swallow, and finally engulfs oneself in the mind, it's really——
Terrible.
Really, awful.
"ah."
Even when he vented his anger, he just let out a muffled cry. His voice seemed to be trapped deep in his throat, and he couldn't shout out. He wanted to hit the wall irritably.
"0:3".
Not only the second set, but the entire game was also in jeopardy.
The disintegration of Pospisil can be seen.
Sock stepped forward and helped his partner stand up. He tried to comfort Pospisil and told his partner that they should enjoy the game——
The matter has come to this point, and it is of no use. In this case, it is better to put aside the obsession with winning and losing for the time being and enjoy the game. After all, this is the final of the Masters; after all, this is Monte Carlo. Next time they will face the sea in the warm spring. I don’t know when to play on a field with flowers in full bloom.
Sock, indeed, was able to relax and maintain a light-hearted attitude.
But Pospisil is unknown.
There was nothing Sock could do about this. Anyway, he had tried his best.
From the next game, we can get some clues.
The fourth game, "15:0".
In the next point, Sock made an volley error during a strong duel with Gowen in front of the net——
The angle of the racket surface is not controlled correctly, so that the ball return parabola rises directly.
This is basically equivalent to a feed, handing over all offensive rights to the opponent. It only occurs when practicing hitting the ball in front of the net.
The mistake was purely Sock's own simple mistake.
Sock saw that something was wrong, because Gawain had already set up his forehand and was on full fire, obviously preparing to smash directly to seal the winning point.
So, what should Sock do?
Sock made an unexpected move——
He was like a groundhog.
When a prairie dog burrows into the ground, its chubby butt is often easily stuck outside, so the little guy has to shake a bit and move in bit by bit, but the furry ball remains outside, almost It's like an obvious target, waiting for the enemy to attack.
Sock, too.
He turned around, bent over, and deliberately raised his buttocks.
Gawain:? ? ?
audience:? ? ?
Gawain didn't expect Sock's move at all. After hitting with his forehand, he waited half a beat before he saw Sock's movement. The hitting action changed slightly in an instant, and the strong swing of the racket turned into a gentle swing of the wrist. The package removes all the power of the tennis ball and turns it into a small ball in front of the net.
Snapped.
When the tennis ball landed, there was almost no power attached to it. In the blink of an eye, it formed two jumps and scored easily.
However, points are points, what is going on in this scene before you?
Gawain's eyes widened, this was definitely a situation he had never encountered in his short career, and he blurted out a dumbfounding exclamation.
"Jack!"
As soon as the words were shouted out, the smile on the corners of his mouth rose and he couldn't help laughing.
But saw——
Suok patted his butt smartly, stood up straight again, turned around, and smiled broadly.
"Gawain, the target is right here, so close, and you didn't hit it? No, you can't."
Gawain:......
Gawain, who was usually sharp-tongued, was speechless for a rare moment. Looking at Suoke, who was laughing and joking, he couldn't hold back and burst into laughter after all.
Ha ha!
The whole audience burst into laughter.
The audience was also surprised. Seeing the skit in front of them that was comparable to a pantomime, the game that had no suspense became cheerful again.
Sok even walked to the net, opened his arms, and gave Gawain a hug, "Man, next time you see a target, you should aim for the bullseye, do you understand?"
A smile surged in Gawain's chest, "Haha, I understand, Colonel Sok, the order is accepted."
Sock snapped his fingers triumphantly, and then blinked at the stunned Dimitrov, as if to say: Study hard.
Even so, Dimitrov couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter. The atmosphere of the whole game became cheerful and the whole place was filled with laughter.
Pospisil is perhaps the only exception.
He felt lonely as never before, standing alone at the bottom line, with his hands on his waist, looking at the two good friends in front of the net, with a look of despair on his face:
What should you do if your doubles partner switches sides? Urgent, waiting online.
(End of chapter)
