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Chapter 1563 Gritting his teeth and persisting

Chapter 1563 Grit your teeth and persist

Author: Mo Yan Boy

——Huchihuchi.

His lungs were burning. Gao Wen had already entered an anaerobic state. He returned the ball with a forehand without breaking the angle. He returned to the midfield position slightly to the forehand and continued to send the tennis ball back to the opposite side, waiting for Isto.

Ming's attack, this is already the twenty-fifth shot.

--"ah!"

Even for an ordinary shot, Istomin still needs to use the release of sound to find the fit of power. Only in this way can he complete the force. He tried to surprise with a forehand shot in a straight line to break Gawain's left and right movement.

The inertia creates opportunities for oneself.

--Well!

Gawain groaned, and his footsteps were indeed slightly slower by half a beat. The result of the long tug-of-war was that the strength of his knees on the ground was obviously unable to keep up.

Don't forget, this is already the third set, and the two players have been fighting for more than two hours in Wimbledon's 35-degree heat.

Although the pace of the grass game is fast and there are not many rounds, physical exertion is also an objective reality. Both players should be close to their physical limit.

Obviously, Gao Wen's pace was a little slower, so that there was not enough room to swing the ball. In the end, there was no way to backhand the ball, so he could only use the backhand to cut the shot, trying to use the cutting to slow down the pace of the game and win back for himself.

Anti-time.

On the grass court, thanks to the low bounce, the cutting ball is undoubtedly a very, very important weapon. Through the combination of unloading force and rotation, a low-bouncing return ball is created to limit the opponent's attack and gain an advantage for oneself. Not only

It is used as a defensive method as well as an offensive method.

Federer is best at using cuts to change the rhythm of the game and break the balance to create offensive opportunities for himself.

Now, in a passive situation, Gawain cuts a diagonal shot to try to buy time for himself. This is also a tactic.

--"ah!"

However, Istomin didn't buy it. He started attacking with his two-handed backhand without hesitation, pulled up the top spin, and flew over the net at a low altitude in a looping ball similar to that of a table tennis ball, heading towards Gawain's backhand position.

Attack with force.

--bass.

Across the net, Gawain chipped another shot.

——"Ah! Ahhh!"

Istomin continued to exert force. He did not choose to turn sideways forehand, but insisted on using his hands to draw a diagonal backhand. The angle slowly became wider, and each shot was skewed and hit harder.

Standing on your backhand position, burning your last energy, launch a continuous attack.

——Huchi, Huchi, Huchi, Huchi.

Gawain was very embarrassed, very, very embarrassed. Because he was worried that Istomin would hit a straight line, he kept trying to defend. As a result, Istomin aimed at the backhand position for the third consecutive shot, and the angle became wider with each shot.

As for Gawain's return, it is becoming more and more difficult.

Finally, at the critical moment, Gawain extended his body to the extreme with a split, applied the clay slide to the grass, switched his two-handed backhand to a one-handed backhand, barely cut a beat, and barely controlled the arc with only the strength of his wrist.

, cut it back again.

Embarrassment, indeed embarrassment, but embarrassment is one thing. Gawain's attention is still completely concentrated, and his burning lungs are stinging faintly. On the contrary, his brain is becoming more and more awake and focused, and his throat is surging.

The bloody smell completely triggered the high morale——

Focus!

He needs to focus!

The more crisis there is and the more difficult it is, the more concentration is needed!

Grit your teeth and keep persevering!

Completely enter a state of complete selflessness.

Pushing on the ground, supporting, using hands and feet together, the flexible waist and abdominal strength quickly supported the body to stand up, but the swaying inertia was still pulling.

In the counterclockwise direction, he quickly completed a 270-degree circle. Without pausing, his body was already flying towards his forehand position.

tread!

Tap tap tap!

The soles of your feet can clearly feel the smooth friction between the sneaker particles and the grass, as if you are skating. In the blink of an eye, the whole world turns into a halo, and among the green sky, a streak of white explodes, and golden sunlight penetrates.

It penetrates every corner of the field of vision.

Tread! Tread, tap, tap—

Run wildly, sprint, forget yourself!

In his sight, he keenly captured Istomin's series of movements at the first moment, stepping forward, stepping forward, grabbing points, and hitting with backhands and punches with both hands.

Straight line, neutral, crisp and clean.

Sure enough, accurate prediction.

Given Istomin's character, he suppressed his backhand for three consecutive shots, and the angle was completely torn apart. The next shot would definitely be a straight gap.

In fact, in such a situation, only by changing the hitting technique, time difference, or hitting the ball with the ball to break the balance in different ways can we achieve the best results.

In the games of the Big Four, you can often see such shocking choices; but Istomin is not——

Therefore, he chose a straight line neutral position.

Therefore, Gawain accurately predicted.

The cutting on the last beat was a defense, but it was also a deliberate slowing down of the pace to buy myself time to return to defense.

Sprint, sprint with all your strength.

Gawain could clearly feel the collision and friction of his knee bones, his feet were stepping on the blazing fire, and his whole chest was exploding uncontrollably.

However, the adrenaline is still bursting out, just like the National Day fireworks display, the colorful lights tear through the darkness and light up the whole world.

Running, as if the body may fall apart at any time and must use the inertia of speed to continue, burning all energy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Istomin’s position——

Moving, defending, and covering gaps, naturally, the straight gap behind the backhand is slowly exposed like an open sesame.

He ran wildly, bent his knees, and lowered his center of gravity, but his slightly shaking knees could hardly control his body, and he might fall apart if he continued to squat.

what to do?

An idea flashed in his mind. Gawain simply gave up squatting and did the splits instead. He did the splits for the second time in a row. He used physical methods to lower his body's center of gravity and gained some time by sliding. His whole body was like an arrow.

Descend forward and reach the basement level by level.

Forehand, when the shot is released, the body can no longer rotate. It relies entirely on the swing of the forearm to use the force to rebound all the energy of Istomin's attack; at the same time, the wrist rotates faster at the moment of the shot, releasing the last bit of energy.

ah!

The voice didn't scream, it just stirred and burned in the chest.

Ahhh!

The energy was vented down without reservation, and the ears were filled with roar.

Bang, bang, whoosh——

In the flash of lightning, the tennis ball was already wrapped in the energy of the spark hitting the earth. Like a meteor, it fell rapidly along the sideline, across the entire court.

Time stops at this moment.

The hustle and bustle of the entire venue all froze, and even the heart stopped beating. Thousands of eyes, including Istomin's, followed the tennis ball across the entire venue.

Astonishment, wonder, shock, excitement, and surging emotions surged up. He was completely unaware of the trembling fingertips that he could not control. He stared intently, as if he was admiring the moment of the falling meteor shower.

Fall.

Landed.

burst.

Stormy waves!

——Within the boundary.

On the 33rd shot, Gao Wen counterattacked with a forehand in a straight line. Using his strength, he accurately traced the sideline trajectory and fell into the blind spot behind Istomin, which was the longest shot in the game.

A perfect ending to a round, this point belongs to Gawain in the end.

"30:40".

The break point appeared.


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