In an instant, the Philippe-Chartier Stadium went crazy. The whole place was in an uproar. They stood up, cheered and stood at the end of the world, singing loudly and dancing to their heart's content.
Because just now, Tsonga used a trademark forehand diagonal to score the winning point and save the third match point, and the audience was completely crazy.
"0:40".
This is the beginning.
It can be clearly felt that Tsonga's concentration dropped, and coupled with his extreme physical strength, he lost the match point in the blink of an eye, and it was three consecutive matches.
Again and again, Tsonga was pushed to the edge of the cliff, desperate, fighting back, condensing concentration, bursting with energy, and starting to burn the small universe.
"40:40".
Standing on the edge of a crumbling and precarious cliff, Tsonga's whole mind became clear, and all distracting thoughts and thoughts were swept away.
The offensive flow is smooth, not only dares to take shots, but also dares to take risks. The entire offensive ability is fully utilized, burning all his energy as if there is no tomorrow. From the offensive connection to the batting quality, it has fully recovered. Just like cutting melons and vegetables, he is chasing again.
Reached the even position.
Three consecutive match points disappeared with a "pop" sound.
How can the Stade Philippe-Chatier still remain sane?
Whether it is the game that may be interrupted at any time due to weather threats, or the cliff that may result in losing at any time when faced with consecutive match points, or the layers of clouds hanging overhead creating an apocalyptic feel, there are all kinds of signs.
They are all approaching "death" and "the end".
That sense of tightness, that sense of oppression... burst out with incredible energy, and then the entire audience let themselves go and went crazy.
Not only the audience, but also Pu Lan in front of the TV screen, his heart almost forgot to beat.
Then--
Double fault.
Tsonga's fourth double fault in the match was the first double fault in the deciding set. At the most critical and fatal moment, the entire audience was stunned.
Pulan almost cheered, but then he realized that this was still not the end, and there was no need to cheer because of his opponent's mistakes.
In the first three match points, it was not that Gawain performed poorly, but that Tsonga's performance was so wonderful that it would have been divine help.
Sure enough, as Gawain said, tennis is a sport about balance. If one side performs well, it can suppress the other side; but when the other side rises strongly, it will naturally suppress the opponent's performance, advantages and disadvantages.
Strengths and weaknesses are always swinging.
So, what about the next fourth one?
"40:AD".
The first serve, the speed was 188 kilometers per hour, inside the corner, and the forehand was pressed, but...it went out of bounds in the wrong area.
Second serve.
At this time, Tsonga had missed three consecutive serves. Coupled with the pressure brought by the score, the whole atmosphere of Philippe-Chatier seemed to be frozen.
Tsonga, showing the true qualities of a strong man, second serve, fighting——
Facing match points and making three consecutive service errors, not every player has the courage to fight.
Moreover, Tsonga scored.
Pressing the backhand at close range, reaching a speed of 180 kilometers per hour.
Two shots are equivalent to one shot.
It was fast and heavy, deep and turning. Even though Gao Wen was ready, his swing was still squeezed, and his backhand return failed to control the arc.
Middle road, deep area.
The route and landing point were all Gawain's layout, but the lack of a parabola that could be suppressed was a fatal injury, giving Tsonga the opportunity to press down from the high point.
Tsonga's mind was clear and free of distracting thoughts. His entire offensive consciousness was very clear and very firm. He raised his forehand and shot at a high point diagonally above his shoulder. He stood on the baseline and directly pressed down to attack, sweeping the entire army.
Swing the racket and hit the tennis ball hard towards the diagonal blind spot.
Violence!
Heavy hammer!
Along with the swinging action, you can see Tsonga rising into the air. The weight of his body and the power of his swing are perfectly matched, and everything pours out.
boom!
On the fourth match point, Tsonga still showed no mercy, tried his best, and accurately found the blind spot on the bottom line.
The only drawback is that the hitting line and landing point are nothing new.
Because Tsonga believes in his forehand attack, even if it is accurately predicted by Gawain, he can still create enough advantages to pave the way for subsequent attacks.
At this point, Tsonga has quickly adjusted his steps and is ready for the next attack.
On the other side, Gawain ran at full speed. Although his lungs were burning, his concentration was extremely concentrated——
Kick the ground.
Forward thrust.
inertia.
Gawain did not brake, but continued to move forward along with the inertia of the sprint, and superimposed the power of acceleration onto the swing through turning movements.
One punch.
One wave.
The whole body was completely thrown out, and the flowing movement of the racket was like mercury pouring down the ground. You can clearly see the power running through the soles of the feet all the way up. Following the whip-swinging movement, it perfectly collided with the tennis ball to complete the combined force.
Eventually it evolved into an instant release of energy.
boom!
Then, Gawain's footsteps were thrown out of the singles line, and then the doubles line, leaving a clear red wave on the ground with his long sliding steps.
Tennis ball, jumped out——
The collision of power and power, the superposition of energy and energy, the speed of tennis breaks through the shackles and reaches a new height, leaving only a blurred afterimage.
The tennis ball flew diagonally from Gawain's right side to Tsonga's right side.
The slash was torn apart by force.
Tsonga stood in the midfield and attacked at an angle. Gao Wen used his strength to further open up the angle and counterattack, aiming at the shallow area on the right side of Tsonga's service area to complete the hit. The entire horizontal dimension of the court has been utilized.
Extreme, showing the ultimate level of theory.
Then--
The tennis ball hit the small triangle outside the service area and went straight into the blind corner.
Land and rebound.
...Fly away.
The whole audience held their breath and were stunned.
Tsonga, running, sprinting with all his strength.
"Forehand VS Forehand".
It was not that Tsonga didn't anticipate Gawain's hitting choice, and his steps had already moved towards the forehand position in advance, but it was not enough, seriously not enough.
Gao Wen's return ball has torn the outside corner to the maximum. After landing, it rebounded with strong external spin, crossed the doubles area, and continued to fly towards the outside of the doubles line. The thrilling arc aimed at the stadium stands and flew high, just like this.
The breaths of the entire audience disappeared from sight.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap!
Tsonga had no strength left, but he was still running, running tirelessly. He couldn't even feel his legs anymore, he just kept pushing on the ground mechanically, with only one thought surging in his mind:
"Run! Songa, run!"
His speed has reached the extreme, and his body has stretched to the extreme. He can clearly see the flying trajectory of the tennis ball, as if he can reach it at his fingertips.
The racket was stretched out directly, grabbing everything in the direction of the forward movement of the body——
There is only a phantom.
Immediately afterwards, Tsonga could see the tennis ball passing two steps away from his racket, spinning at high speed, and the hair exploded in the air.
Flying, soaring, finally rolling up the stormy waves, and just like that, he got into the audience stands.
Forehand versus forehand, but this time, it was Gawain who had the last laugh.
The fourth match point was successfully realized.
Tsonga was still running, looking up at the sky. The thick clouds were still rolling and boiling, and the thick ink was slowly spreading, as if it might collapse at any time.
