On both sides of the net, Gawain and Tsonga were like high-speed trains colliding head-on. The superposition of speed and speed shortened the distance between the two people at the speed of light, and the hunting wind swept across them with great force.
Huh!
The entire audience's breathing was cut off in an instant, and even the beating of the heart pressed the pause button, hanging high in the back of the throat, temporarily cutting off the veins of time.
From Gawain's incredible reception of the serve to the sparks of the two players' subsequent reactions, accidents came one after another, hitting them head-on and face-to-face.
Stars in the eyes, dizziness, dizziness.
In just a moment, you can notice that Tsonga's movements are a bit heavy and clumsy, while Gawain's movements are light and agile. Although Tsonga starts a little faster, Gawain is the first to reach the position, tall and strong.
His body forms a wall of nuts right in front of the net.
Tsonga's mind tightened slightly, and he reached out with the racquet in his hand, trying to make a fake movement with his wrist to shake Gawain, but it could be noticed in a flash that Gawain was not moved at all, leaving Tsonga alone.
There was little time and space left to hit the ball, and he had to take action.
One pick, one push.
Tsonga was still a typical straight forward player, with no tricks or tricks. He opened the racket and pushed hard towards Gawain's backhand gap.
Power, instant.
In the crisis situation, Tsonga still did not forget that this was a competitive game. Although he did not want to poke Gawain's weakness, he had to do so.
Therefore, Tsonga chose to break through from Gawain's backhand position where he lost his offensive power.
Then.
Gawain's figure appeared.
Obviously, Gao Wen's attention was also on protecting his backhand position. His steps were very fast, and he had already stepped forward with a long stride. He held the racket in both hands and did not choose any technique. Instead, he was like a fan, covering his head and face.
Just push forward and pounce.
Cull.
In an instant, power burst out, his arms straightened, and he blocked the shot.
boom!
There was a crisp sound, comparable to a metal baseball bat hitting a baseball with precision to create a home run.
Clang.
The tennis ball had turned into a ray of light and shadow and slipped out from under Tsonga's forehand arm.
Landed.
rebound.
burst.
Volley in front of the net, score——
Belongs to Gawain.
"30:40".
.
,Appeared.
"ah!"
Sampras himself didn't even realize that the trembling sensation was rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His whole scalp was numb, and it seemed that his soul was also trembling with it. Before his brain could react, he clenched his hands into fists and stood up suddenly.
Rise up, roar like a lion, and burst out with passion.
boom!
The whole place was surging.
"God, oh God!"
"Appeared."
"Unbelievable, incredible, wonderful."
"Jesus Christ!"
"Who would have thought that after going through injuries and accidents, and going around in circles at the end, the first one to get it would still be Gawain?"
"Gawain used his unyielding and tenacity to work hard in a desperate situation, and relied on his patience to finally find the right opportunity."
"This is the first time in forty minutes that Gauvin took the lead on Tsonga's serve, and as soon as he took the lead, he got one."
"In this one point, Gao Wen's inspiration, touch, intelligence, and timing of exertion, everything was perfect."
"We always say that it is rare for young players to play wonderful tennis when they are at their best, but this is just the basics; a real master and a true superstar should be in their long career, even if
Even when you are at a low point, you can still play wonderful tennis even if you are injured."
"Now, Gawain is showing his maturity and wisdom."
"Wow."
"God, wow."
"!"
"Next, we need to see how Tsonga handles this point."
The stadium was boiling, like a volcano, completely boiling.
However, after calming down a little, a few viewers can discover——
Gawain did not celebrate.
Gawain, who always finds the right way to draw the momentum and aura of the game towards him at the right moment, did not celebrate this time.
He bent down slightly, covering his abdomen with his left hand, panting heavily, and he could clearly see beads of sweat the size of peas falling down continuously.
Just now, for a moment, the abdominal muscles stretched again. It didn't hurt, but my breathing was cut off like this.
He needs to take a breather.
In fact, if possible, Gao Wen really doesn't want to expose his shortcomings in front of his opponents. He hopes to continue to remain firm and strong, and continuously put pressure on his opponents; but his body does not allow it, and the physical and mental consumption will cause him to lose control if he is not careful.
Just expose your own weaknesses.
The lungs are burning, and even the oxygen that is breathed in is burning.
Involuntarily, Gawain closed his eyes tightly and used all the energy of his spirit and will to control himself. Then he opened his eyes again and quickly clenched his fists to cover up his slightly trembling fingertips.
Hold on.
Gawain secretly warned himself that he needed to be steady, don't be anxious or anxious, take it step by step, and find ways to fight within his own capabilities.
Although it is not easy, he has now gradually figured out some ways.
"Next point".
What he needs to focus on is the next point, not the last point. Once the thought of "the last point" occupies his brain, his judgment and shots may be biased. This is exactly the variable he needs least right now.
So, stay calm.
"30:40".
Gawain stood up straight again, turned around and walked towards the bottom line, the light in his eyes becoming firm again.
Second District.
Tsonga was ready to serve and waited for Gawain to return to the baseline before he started shooting the ball.
Forehand? Backhand?
Gawain is calculating, and Tsonga is also calculating. The game between the two players spreads, and you can clearly feel the tension in the air.
The answer is close.
Tsonga changed his serving tactics. Instead of pursuing an ace, he used his close body to press the forehand serve to create a containment.
And, it worked.
Gawain's forehand was completely squeezed, and coupled with the strain on his abdominal muscles, the entire turning movement was obviously affected. Even with the help of force, he could not control it. The parabola of the return ball was out of control and rose slightly.
Obviously there was no pressure, and he directly gave Tsonga an opportunity to attack.
Tsonga didn't miss it. He adjusted his steps slightly and hit his forehand directly——
Use the heavy hammer.
slash!
The ball shot across the court like a cannonball, further breaking through Gawain's forehand position, tearing apart his steps, and rushing past in a mighty manner.
Gawain groaned.
He kicked the ground, started instantly, and continued to run sideways along with the inertia of the movement. He barely reached the position, and he pushed forward with his forehand, trying to use the force to push back.
But...not enough, far from enough.
At this time, you can feel the impact of the injury again. The forehand force is obviously not wrapped enough, and the core strength of the body is not given enough support, resulting in insufficient control of the wrist and arm.
I took a shot, but the quality of defense was far less than expected.
Tennis actually returned to Tsonga's position along the same route.
The sheep enters the tiger's mouth.
But this time, Tsonga didn't miss it. He gave up his position slightly and hit the killer forehand directly. With a forehand backhand shot, the tennis ball penetrated the bottom line triangle of Gawain's backhand position.