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 red.
The ferocious protruding veins spread across 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.
On, in just two beats, there was no way to recover."
"pretty!"
"At the critical moment, Gawain showed his big heart, he dared to think and do, and he acted very decisively and neatly!"
"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 occurred, 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 entered 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 restrained and calm, she knew she needed to get into the zone, but she just couldn't do it, and ended up losing the game in a daze."
"Gawain was nervous, but he controlled himself. This is the most rare thing."
"Now, the pressure is on Salamento's 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 fans from both sides burst out with incredible energy. The powerful collision set off a stormy sea. Golden heat waves exploded in the air, and the roaring 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 surrendered to the other, and no one admitted defeat.
Gurgling.
Gurgling.
"Please be quiet, gentlemen and ladies. Please be quiet."
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, and the Bruins fans saw that Gao Wen was already standing on the baseline ready to serve, and finally became quiet first; the Trojans fans continued to make noises, and even after most of the fans quieted down, they still continued to make noises.
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 quite 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 on the ground. Throw the ball. Turn. Swing the racket.
boom!
Gao Wen did not choose to hit the serve hard, but cut an inside corner and aimed at 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 worked many times.
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 reached the position 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 Gawain might launch an abnormal attack again. His feet reflexively moved laterally to his right, preparing to defend Gawain's straight backhand!
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Saramento was running at full speed, 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 or a hundred times at this moment. You can even clearly see the trajectory of the tennis ball's rapid rotation.
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 targeting the dead center of Salamento's forehand and hitting the backhand straight line, but the repetitive line in the middle of the Salamento stadium, trying to treat others the same way.
Saramento's return ball came back again, with faster speed and a deeper landing point.
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, but 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 helplessly as the tennis ball flew horizontally above his head and flew towards the bottom line barrier. The time that had slowed down returned to normal again. His body felt the pull of gravity again and he fell heavily.
As it went down, the ground was filled with golden waves.
