Chapter 1722 Feeling comfortable both physically and mentally
"Wow!"
There were low exclamations around the training ground, and sighs and excitement surged violently in the exchange of glances between each other.
Not only because of the way this round ended, but also because of the confidence shown by Gao Wen's movements, restrained and low-key without losing his edge——
The final blow is purely an ability ball, a perfect collision of skill and power.
But on the court, the Bruins players were not too excited.
There is no need to make a fuss. When players reach the NCAA level, or even the challenge level, they can often hit one or two amazing fairy balls. It is not worthy of praise, because there is more or less luck behind it, unless the fairy ball can
Stringing is the real ability.
For the players, what they really notice is the control at their fingertips. The constantly changing hitting techniques continue to break the rhythm of the round. The understated hitting fully demonstrates the ability to control the ball. They can truly hit where they point, quietly.
A dragnet was laid in silence.
The background is evident.
"Huchi, Huchi, Huchi..."
Macdonald gasped for air.
His stomach was still tumbling, and bursts of acid water were rising up, as if he might vomit again at any time; not only his knees, but also his fingertips began to tremble slightly, and his whole body was so sore that he couldn't tell exactly which part was sore.
I feel uncomfortable all over, and everything feels wrong.
Somewhat overdraft.
But it was a bit unbelievable to say it. On the contrary, MacDonald felt that he had vaguely found his form in this round.
Is this reasonable?
His chest was rising and falling violently, like a bellows. MacDonald supported his body with his racket and raised his head to look at the guy on the other side of the court.
Gawain did not say anything more, but picked up a tennis ball again and gestured:
"One more round?"
call!
MacDonald let out a heavy breath, bent down to straighten the laces and tongues of his sneakers, and responded directly with action without speaking.
He returned to the baseline position again, holding the racket with both hands and preparing to hit the ball.
"Game", second round, begins——
Back and forth.
You push and I block.
Pull forward and pull back.
The whole round of batting presented a wonderful situation:
MacDonald is hitting the ball with all his strength, focusing on power and speed, and you can feel the hunting wind every time he swings the racket.
Gao Wen controlled the ball with all his strength, focusing on rotation and placement. He controlled the placement within the package that leveraged the force, showing a top-notch ball control feel.
On one side, there were thunderous and continuous waves, one after another striking away.
On one side, he is understated, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, controlling the overall situation with all his might.
On the same court, two styles and two conditions start a head-on confrontation.
Of course, the strength gap between the two players is far from as exaggerated as it seems——
On the one hand, Macdonald takes care of Gawain. He knows that Gawain is just warming up and relaxing. There is no need to be too serious. He should focus more on himself. Naturally, returning the ball is not a deadly fighting style. This also gives Gao Wen
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On the other hand, Macdonald's physical strength has been exhausted, but his racket power may not necessarily achieve the best effect every time. After the fierce confrontation in the first three rackets, he will soon fall into a physical vortex, and subsequent returns will be for the sake of success.
Ensuring quality means sacrificing change.
In this way, the situation in front of us was achieved.
However, I still have to admit that the exchanges between you and me are really exciting.
——"Uh-huh!"
With the ball in front of him, Macdonald stopped and turned again. A roar erupted from the depths of his dantian. He exerted all his strength, kicked the ground and sprinted.
Across the entire field.
In fact, Gao Wen's control shot changed again. He used the strength of his wrist to lightly hit the ball. It was not a flat shot, but a high arc ball. He aimed at MacDonald's forehand position and drilled through the big triangle on the bottom line, arcing.
It's tall, it's slow, and it doesn't look too threatening.
However, Macdonald was very embarrassed, very, very embarrassed.
His lungs were burning, his knees were shaking, his muscles were exploding, his mind was buzzing, and the surging bloody breath seemed to be about to explode.
At this moment, my mind went blank. I was just relying on my instincts to run. I finally returned from the backhand position to the forehand position, but the hitting point was already above the head. The parabola raised by Gao Wen was deep and turned, and bounced after landing.
The subsequent rotation was completely released, like a rocket soaring into the sky.
MacDonald couldn't swing the racket completely, and in the end he could only stretch his hand diagonally above his head——
bumped into!
But I have no control at all, and I can even feel the tennis ball squeezing the racket.
The next second, the tennis ball shot out into the sky like an anti-aircraft gun.
"ah!"
MacDonald roared depressedly, but this time, he did not feel depressed and cumbersome. Instead, he released all the turbid and chaotic negative emotions, and roared again without control.
"ah!"
As he shouted, the corners of Macdonald's mouth rose slightly, feeling relaxed and comfortable. The intoxicating feeling surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His body bent like a shrimp, and he supported his knees with both hands and elbows, barely standing.
, stood upright tremblingly.
Then, MacDonald looked at Gawain on the other side of the court, expressing protest and complaint with his eyes.
"game……"
"That's not how the game works...you...you don't have martial ethics!"
As he spoke, Macdonald himself did not realize it, but a smile emerged from his eyes. He wiped his sweat while panting, and looked at Gawain with bright eyes.
Gawain spread his hands and said, "Isn't this how the game of Tom and Jerry is played?"
One second, two seconds——
boom!
There was a roar of laughter all around. If you think about it seriously, Gawain's description is really lifelike, and the whole picture is simply amazing!
Macdonald didn't know how to respond. His face was helpless and helpless. He stood there with his hands on his hips and his chest heaved violently.
After thinking about it, MacDonald raised a finger toward Gawain, the one in the middle of his left hand.
ha!
The laughter became even more lively, even for Martin in the stands.
Especially after seeing the innocent expression on Gawain's face, the atmosphere became more and more lively.
Whether it was training or playing games, Gawain and MacDonald did not continue. Seeing MacDonald's calves trembling, he was almost cramping, and it was very difficult to even stay standing. If he continued to hit the ball, it would probably have no effect.
, and may also suffer injuries.
However, the training ground was not free, and two young players immediately came on the field, ready to take over.
Watching them exchange a few words in whispers, with their brows filled with eagerness to try, Martin shook his head slightly and showed a smile.
"These guys."
You can tell at a glance that they are going to imitate and learn from Gawain, but only by actually trying it can you know that Gawain's movements look easy, but in fact they require strong control and delicate touch, and the difficulty is far beyond imagination.
Martin did not open his mouth to dampen the enthusiasm of these young people. It would be better to let them truly feel the gap.