Djokovic turned sideways forehand and then cut a small ball in a straight line. The return ball landed in front of the net in the half of Gawain's forehand, almost touching the net.
This also means that Gao Wen must rush from the bottom line of his backhand position to the net line of his forehand position. This is the theoretical longest distance of movement on the tennis court.
Obviously, before taking the risk, Djokovic also thought carefully. He took all possibilities into consideration with this forehand shot. And all of this happened in the blink of an eye, with game experience and game wisdom.
The collision is vividly displayed at this moment——
Forty-four shots of the previous round.
It has an impact on both players, so Djokovic suddenly releases a small ball, which can not only save his own energy, but also eliminate Gawain's advantage.
Gawain: He is really too difficult.
His chest was burning, and the sound of his breathing was like a bellows, burning fiercely, and every inch of muscle and every inch of bone was trembling.
It feels like running Lego blocks. As you run, every joint is loosening, teetering, and may fall apart at any time.
Therefore, Gawain has no choice——
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap!
Run, run at full speed, this was the only thought in Gawain's mind. Faced with continuous passive and continuous crises, his brain became completely clear.
Use force!
Kick the ground!
Although the knees were shaking, the force of pushing on the ground became stronger and stronger. He gritted his teeth and burst out the last bit of energy from the depths of his soul. He sprinted hard and used the inertia of speed and power to control all the crumbling blocks.
Work hard to maintain and complete the final blow.
At the match point, Djokovic played to the extreme, and similarly, Gawain also played to the extreme——
To be precise, compared to the first set, the pattern at the end of the game is more complicated, diverse and surprising, but this pattern is still a method that Gawain is familiar with.
The legs are burning, as if they are stepping on hot wheels.
Pay full attention.
He raised his eyes slightly, and then he could see that Djokovic was also quickly surfing the Internet, taking small steps to cover up his positioning intention, trying to interfere with Gawain's judgment.
Tap tap tap!
Gao Wen's speed has increased to the extreme, but Djokovic's small ball line control is so good that Gao Wen has to be wary of touching the net——
Once the ball touches the net, no matter how the ball is returned, the point will be deemed lost by Gawain.
squeak!
With one brake and one slide, Gao Wen rushed out and quickly scanned Djokovic's final position with his peripheral vision.
There was no information, still nothing. Djokovic was experienced enough and had been observing Gawain's shots without any panic or impatience.
wait!
Calculate!
In the flash of lightning, the game between Djokovic and Gao Wen was still in a stalemate. Then, Gao Wen had no choice but to take the lead. He had no choice.
If you continue to wait, you may miss the opportunity to hit the ball.
Gawain's forehand extended out and appeared on the falling line of the tennis ball. The racket tilted slightly to the left. Just when Gawain was about to complete the ball touch, Djokovic moved——
Right.
Forehand position.
Djokovic is preparing to cover the diagonal line, beware of Gao Wen's diagonal ball coming back!
Got it!
Gao Wen caught Djokovic's starting steps, holding the racket in his right hand and watching the trajectory of the tennis ball's second fall.
Because Djokovic did not completely unload his force, the tennis ball was close to the net. After landing, it was lifted up high, and the vertical height was already higher than the net. This gave Gawain enough time to run and catch up, and even
This left a little time for Gawain to make false moves.
The sneakers are on fire.
The muscles are bursting.
The joints are rubbing.
However, his mind was clear, and the only thing in Gawain's eyes was the tennis ball, and the peripheral vision passed by Djokovic gently like a breeze.
The racket was lower than the net, just when it was about to touch the ball. With a slight twist of the wrist, the racket surface was readjusted to the horizontal position. It seemed to be tilting towards the diagonal line, and then towards the diagonal line.
A slight flick of the straight line, and then——
Push deeper.
Light, agile, delicate and wonderful.
Soft and tough, simple but graceful, it shows unparalleled processing techniques, just like embroidery, with needles and threads threaded and flying needles weaving to create a colorful scene.
Tennis, dancing.
Spin, jump, lightly cross the net, and keep flying.
Djokovic's body had already rushed out to the right, losing his center of gravity, but the next second he saw the tennis ball fluttering lightly towards his left side.
It was too late to start the second time.
A misalignment, a brush of shoulders, just like this, a gap is drawn, like an insurmountable Milky Way.
The tennis ball landed gently inside the bounds, even behind Djokovic, leaving plenty of space between the baseline and the line change.
Time stays here briefly.
Djokovic, with his clothes fluttering, turned back to look at the moon, his eyes wrapped around the tennis ball, but he drooped his shoulders helplessly, and his body continued to move in the opposite direction.
Gawain, supporting the ground with both hands, manually braking, his body showed a split position, and stopped half a step in front of the net to avoid touching the net.
One left and one right, one walked left, the other walked right, just staggering their positions, but both looked at the tennis ball, watching the tennis ball stop beating.
Finally, he rolled out in a hurry, bringing the game to an end——
Match point, cash in.
boom!
In an instant, my mind went blank, a volcano erupted, and raging emotions spurted out, burning away all reason in an instant.
The whole place was boiling.
Raise your arms and shout!
Cheers!
Standing ovation!
The heat wave is rolling, overwhelming.
Because of the excitement of this point, the back-and-forth transition between offense and defense, the strong confrontation that never gave in, everything from layout to confrontation to changes and finally to assault, both players used their abilities to the extreme to win or lose.
Success or failure has been forgotten, only wonder remains.
Because of the excitement of this game, the 160-minute fierce duel, the strong chemical reaction throughout, and completely detonated in the last point, with a tie-break, bottom line duel to net battle, the game was drawn to a close
Full stop, everything, really couldn't be more perfect.
Words, at this moment, have lost their power, they are just shouting, screaming, clapping, jumping, cheering, like a carnival.
Roaring, stirring!
For Djokovic, for Gawain, and at the same time, this is a classic duel before us.
They witnessed again:
For the third time this season, Gauvin defeated the world's number one Djokovic for the third time. From Melbourne to Indian Wells and then to Miami, the three games were a Grand Slam final, a Masters semi-final and
A masters final, full of gold content, won the three-kill medal of honor.
incredible!
From the club medal of "defeating the Big Four" to the medal of honor of "three kills in the world", Gao Wen is rising and the menacing challenger is completely subverted.
Gawain, raised his head, a smile from the bottom of his heart bloomed at the corner of his mouth——
Won.
Really won!
In such a way, "Djokovic VS Gawain 6.0" comes to an end, the feeling is unparalleled.
