Run, sprint, run with your head down——
On both sides of the net, Gawain and Tsonga were like high-speed trains colliding head-on. The superposition of speed and speed shortened the distance between the two people at the speed of light, and the hunting wind swept across them with great force.
Huh!
The entire audience's breathing was cut off in an instant, and even the beating of the heart pressed the pause button, hanging high in the back of the throat, temporarily cutting off the veins of time.
From Gao Wen's incredible reception of the serve to the sparks of the two players' subsequent reactions, accidents came one after another.
Stars in my eyes, dizzy, dizzy.
In just a moment, you can notice that Tsonga's movements are a bit heavy and clumsy, while Gawain's movements are light and agile. Although Tsonga starts slightly faster, Gawain takes the lead and is tall and strong. 's body forms a wall of nuts right in front of the net.
Tsonga's mind tightened slightly, and he reached out with the racquet in his hand, trying to make a fake movement with his wrist to shake Gawain, but it could be noticed in a flash that Gawain was not moved at all, leaving Tsonga alone. There was little time and space left to hit the ball, and he had to take action.
One pick, one push.
Tsonga was still a typical straight forward player, with no tricks or tricks. He opened the racket and pushed hard towards Gawain's backhand gap.
Power, instant.
In the crisis situation, Tsonga still did not forget that this was a competitive game. Although he did not want to poke Gawain's weakness, he had to do so.
Therefore, Tsonga chose to break through from Gawain's backhand position where he lost his offensive power.
Then.
Gawain's figure appears.
Obviously, Gao Wen's attention was also on protecting his backhand position. His steps were very fast, and he had already stepped forward with a big stride. He held the racket in both hands. He did not choose any technique, but just like a fan, covering his head and face. Just push forward and pounce.
Cull.
In an instant, power burst out, his arms straightened, and he blocked the shot.
boom!
There was a crisp sound, comparable to a metal baseball bat hitting a baseball with precision to create a home run.
Clang.
The tennis ball had turned into a shadow and slipped out from under Tsonga's forehand arm.
Landed.
rebound.
burst.
Volley in front of the net, score——
Belongs to Gawain.
"30:40".
Match point.
Match point appeared.
"ah!"
Sampras himself didn't realize it. The trembling sensation shot up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His whole scalp was numb, and it seemed that his soul was also shaking. Before his brain could react, he clenched his hands into fists and stood up suddenly. Rise up, roar like a lion, and burst with passion.
boom!
The whole place was surging.
"God, oh God!"
"The match point came up."
"Unbelievable, incredible, wonderful."
"Jesus Christ!"
"Who would have thought that after going through injuries and accidents, and going round and round at the end, it would still be Gawain who was the first to get the match point?"
"Gawain used his unyielding and tenacity to work hard in a desperate situation, and relied on his patience to finally find the right opportunity."
"This was the first time in forty minutes that Gao Wen took the lead on Tsonga's serve, and as soon as he took the lead, he got a match point."
"In this one point, Gawain's inspiration, touch, intelligence, and timing of his efforts were all perfect."
"We always say that it is rare for young players to play wonderful tennis when they are at their best, but this is just the basics; a real master and a true superstar should be in his long career, even if Even when you are at a low point, you can still play wonderful tennis even if you are injured."
"Now, Gawain is showing his maturity and wisdom."
"Wow."
"God, wow."
"Match point!"
"Next, we need to see how Tsonga handles this point."
The stadium was boiling, like a volcano, completely boiling.
However, after calming down for a moment, a few viewers can discover——
Gawain did not celebrate.
Gawain, who always finds the right way to draw the momentum and aura of the game towards him at the right moment, did not celebrate this time.
He bent down slightly, covering his abdomen with his left hand, panting heavily, and he could clearly see beads of sweat the size of peas falling continuously.
Just now, for a moment, the abdominal muscles stretched again. It didn't hurt, but my breathing was cut off like this.
He needed a breather.
In fact, if possible, Gao Wen really doesn't want to expose his shortcomings in front of his opponents. He hopes to continue to remain firm and strong, and continuously put pressure on his opponents; but his body does not allow it, and the physical and mental consumption will cause him to lose his temper if he is not careful. Just expose your weaknesses.
The lungs are burning, and even the oxygen that is breathed in is burning.
Involuntarily, Gawain closed his eyes tightly and used all the energy of his mental will to control himself. Then he opened his eyes again and quickly clenched his fists to hide his slightly trembling fingertips.
Hold still.
Gawain secretly warned himself that he needed to be steady, don't be anxious or anxious, take one step at a time, and find a way to fight within his own capabilities.
Although it is not easy, he has now gradually figured out some ways.
"Next point".
What he needs to focus on is the next point, not the last point. Once the thought of "the last point" occupies his brain, his judgment and shots may be biased. This is precisely the variable that is least needed right now.
So, stay calm.
"30:40".
Gawain stood up straight again, turned around and walked towards the bottom line, the light in his eyes becoming determined again.
Second District.
Tsonga was ready to serve and waited for Gao Wen to return to the baseline before he started shooting the ball.
Forehand? Or backhand?
Gawain is calculating, and Tsonga is also calculating. The game between the two players spreads, and you can clearly feel the tension in the air.
The answer is close.
Tsonga changed his serving tactics. Instead of pursuing an ace, he used his close body to press the forehand serve to create a containment.
And, it worked.
Gawain's forehand was completely squeezed, and coupled with the strain on his abdominal muscles, the entire turning movement was obviously affected. Even with the help of force, he could not control it. The parabola of the return ball was out of control and rose slightly. Obviously there was no pressure, and he directly gave Tsonga an offensive opportunity.
Tsonga didn't miss it. He adjusted his steps slightly and hit his forehand directly——
Powerful hammer.
Slash!
The ball shot across the court like a cannonball, further breaking through Gawain's forehand position, tearing apart his steps, and rushing through in a mighty manner.
Gawain groaned.
He kicked the ground, started instantly, and continued to run sideways along with the inertia of the movement. He barely reached the position, and he pushed forward with his forehand, trying to use the force to push back.
But... not enough, far from enough.
At this time, the impact of the injury can be felt again. The forehand force is obviously not wrapped enough, and the core strength of the body is not given enough support, resulting in insufficient control of the wrist and arm.
It took a shot, but the defensive quality was far less than expected.
Tennis actually returned to Tsonga's position along the same route.
The sheep enters the tiger's mouth.
But this time, Tsonga didn't miss it. He gave up his position slightly and hit the killer forehand directly. With a forehand backhand shot, the tennis ball penetrated into the bottom line triangle of Gawain's backhand position.
Fall to the ground and bloom.
Gawain, no chance at all.
(End of chapter)
