The entire audience was filled with exclamations and exclamations.
However, Gawain didn't notice it at all, and his attention was still highly concentrated, staring at the tennis ball intently.
Then Gawain stepped forward.
Pospisil's return line is very short and very light, almost in the middle of the service area, forcing Gao Wen to take a step forward, keep his eyes open, and observe the rotation of the tennis ball——
A detail that Gawain reminds himself of all the time is that this is red soil.
First, clay will absorb force, so the bounce height of the ball is often lower, at least lower than that of hard surfaces. Sometimes, it will bounce back slightly and then fall back immediately.
Secondly, red soil is full of irregular particles, which are between sand grains and soil. They are sticky and fine, so the rotational friction will be intensified. This is the case with every touch. The superposition of rotation and rotation will be further amplified here.
, and evolve into irregular changes, there are countless possibilities.
At this time, there was no room for prediction in advance. In the blink of an eye, Gawain had already completed the calculation——
The bounce should not be too high; however, the tennis ball is still attached to the spin, so the increase in spin should be able to create some space for hitting the ball.
Therefore, the timing of hitting the ball is very important. If the hitting point is not found correctly, the probability of the ball hitting the net or flying away is as high as 90%.
Moreover, even if he made no mistakes and successfully completed the ball, the quality of the return should not be too high, which would be equivalent to giving points to Pospisil.
tread!
Step up.
tread!
Adjustment.
Gawain's two-handed backhand was set up early, and he glanced at the position opposite the eye net from the corner of his eyes. His brain was working at an extremely fast speed, but he was also extremely calm.
Sock and Pospisil stood in front of the net, one on the left and the other on the right. They were comparable to two stone lion goalkeepers. They were not only tall and strong, they were completely iron-clad. In addition, the ball landed too shallowly, and the angle and line of the shot were
It is inherently limited, and it is almost impossible to find a simple hitting gap.
Then, the best way to hit the ball is——
Chasing.
The Sock combination chose to chase most of their volleys at the net today, because chasing after the ball can often suppress the opponent's swing space, limit the opponent's return, and thus gain more advantages for their next winning point.
The pursuit of chasing and volleying is not to win in one shot, but to face difficulties, accumulate advantages through frontal breakthroughs, and end the round through tactical routines.
In an instant, Gawain's brain had completed judgment and calculation.
tread!
brake.
Chichi, chichi, Gawain has stopped taking steps, but his sliding steps are still dragging his body forward. It's not too chic or elegant, but it's enough.
Clay surfing.
Heavy waves rolled on both sides of the soles of his feet, pushing Gao Wen's body forward to maintain the driving force. Then, Gao Wen was ready to hit the ball.
Have a short meal——
What!
Gawain did not choose to seize the opportunity to hit the ball quickly, but waited for a moment, waiting for the tennis ball to hit the ground and rebound before swinging.
The rhythm of "badminton" is interrupted and returns to tennis mode.
On the one hand, Gawain's hitting space is obviously compressed, and he must deal with the rebound ball at this time, which is obviously more difficult than volleying.
On the one hand, neither Sock nor Pospisil expected Gawain's delayed action, and their body center of gravity had already started——
"Oops! I was fooled!"
Suoke realized the crisis immediately. Judging from his understanding of Gawain, this should not be a mistake.
If it wasn't a mistake, it should be... a trap.
Damn it!
However, Thok had no time to remind Pospisil, because he did not know who Gawain's trap was targeting, and he himself was in a shaky state.
In an instant, all the muscles in his body were tense and he was grinning, fearing that with the next shot, he would become the prey of Gawain's claws, and he was trembling.
ah!
Then, Sock saw Gawain's batting action. In a moment, the delicate handling of Gawain's wrists enlarged in his pupils, and he was amazed and praised in a steady stream -
Wait, something seems a little wrong, right?
But before Sock had time to figure out what was going on, Gawain's shot had already been released.
Bend your knees.
Keep squatting.
Gao Wen lowered his body weight forward, matching the height of the rebound of the tennis ball, sinking with solid force, and then moved forward and upward with a light and dexterous backhand with both hands, completing a quick pull and roll in a limited and narrow space, and
The moment the ball is released, the force is released instantly.
Kick the ground!
Turn around!
Swing!
Done in one go.
All the power is poured into tennis.
Sock was so stunned that his jaw was almost dislocated.
Lift!
storm!
This is not a lob, but a frontal breakthrough. The layers of power are stacked to the extreme in a small space. Relying on the rapid whipping of the forearm and wrist, the power of full rotation fully demonstrates the beauty of streamlines.
The energy exploded instantly, and the image of Bruce Lee directly appeared in my mind.
Humph! Ha!
The tennis ball has been compressed to the extreme, and all the spin has been released. The ball has been "hollowed out" and almost no longer carries any rotation and power. It is about to fall vertically into nothingness, just like a fallen leaf in autumn, but it suddenly encounters power.
Fully squeeze it and pour it in again.
The energy instantly filled the tennis ball, and the extremely shriveled tennis ball rebounded again, and the reaction force was fully released.
boom!
Directly, explode.
Gawain chose the heavy hammer, hitting the ball like Thor's hammer, instantly pushing the tennis ball out, and the mustard yellow color turned into a stream of light in the blink of an eye.
A delicate lifting action completely lifts the parabola of the tennis ball, creating the effect of climbing a ladder, climbing up and over the net.
Keep moving forward.
Head-on collision.
The heat wave is rolling.
Target, Pospisil.
Huh!
The whole audience gasped, but there was no sound.
Pospisil immediately noticed the direction of the ball and was a little panicked.
Grass!
Hurry! Hurry!
Why is it him again?
Gawain did it on purpose, just like Dimitrov did it on purpose just now. They just deliberately aimed at him and hit him continuously, these bastards.
Killing intent, fierce and rolling, is coming.
Pospisil's heart contracted suddenly, and he immediately captured the murderous aura bursting out of Gawain's eyes at close range——
Tennis balls are bullets.
Gawain did not choose to lob the ball, but hammered it with all his strength. The bone-chilling murderous aura instantly stung Pospisil's back, and goosebumps climbed all the way down his spine, exploding all over.
Him, prepare to kill him.
It was true. He stopped talking nonsense. At this moment, he truly believed that the guy opposite was ready to commit murder.
In full view of everyone.
That kind of deep fear climbed all the way up the toes, calves, and thighs, and the muscles all over the body were tense to the extreme, almost bursting, and the liver and gallbladder were torn apart.
He shivered uncontrollably, and his entire back was instantly soaked with sweat.
Help...help!
Pospisil wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't make any sound. He opened his eyes wide and his pupils shattered bit by bit.
Grass!
The problem is that everything happened too fast. The panic and fear have not had time to be released, and the bustling thoughts in the mind have not had time to spread. Just after swearing, the tennis ball has already arrived in front of me like a missile——
A close encounter in front of the net, that's it.
Everything happened so fast that the brain didn't have time to think, and there was no time to blink. It was all about muscle memory and adjusting reflexes.