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 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 little bits of red soil flying and dancing.
within the bounds.
The placement, so clear and so precise, was just inside the doubles sideline, 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 match is vividly displayed at this moment. From the front of the net to the bottom line, the three-dimensional space of the entire court is 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 also have such breaking points.
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 route? This landing point?
How did it all happen?
He has no reservations, but is he still helpless?
That feeling of weakness, pulling at the ankle, falling rapidly, the slightly shaking 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 can he do?
Pospisil, no answer.
In the singles arena, Pospisil faced Gawain 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 has tried all methods, why is there still no change?
That sense of suffocation, that sense of entrapment, that sense of depression... that feeling of being filled with rage that is about to burst but cannot vent it, and 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 low, 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 also the entire match was over.
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, 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.
It’s hard to know when to play ball on a field with flowers in full bloom.
Sock can indeed relax and maintain a relaxed and happy 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 attack power 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 took a look and realized something was wrong, because Gawain had already set up his forehand and was firing on all cylinders, obviously preparing to smash directly to secure the winning point.
So, what should Sock do?
Sock, made an unexpected move——
He is like a groundhog.
When a prairie dog burrows into a hole in 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, bowed, 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 force attached to it. In the blink of an eye, it made 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 spoken, the smile on the corners of his mouth rose, making him laugh.
But saw——
Suok patted his butt gracefully, stood up straight again, turned around, and smiled broadly.
"Gawain, the target is right here. It's so close and you didn't hit it? No, you can't."
Gao Wen:……
Gawain, who was always sharp-tongued, was speechless for a rare moment. Looking at the laughing Sok, he finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
Ha ha!
The whole audience burst into laughter.
The audience at the scene was all 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.
Perhaps Pospisil is 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 I do if my doubles partner switches sides? Urgent, wait online.
