Kick the ground. Kick the ground. Kick the ground!
Power continuously gushes out from the depths of the body, from caution to full strength, from control to catharsis, from caution to release, no longer reserved.
Run, run heartily, run unscrupulously, sprint to the limit.
From the right side of the court to the left side, it seemed that the strong wind turned into a skateboard and flowed under the soles of my feet, and my body became lighter.
Tread! Tread! Tread!
Becoming more and more determined and powerful.
The feeling was like a scene from "Forrest Gump". He was running hard, breaking free of the shackles that restricted his legs, breaking free of the burden that restricted his heart, and feeling the power of the wind with his body.
Then, nothing could stop him.
One pedal, brake.
He had already stepped forward with a two-handed backhand, and immediately realized that Bellucic's skateboarding shot was relying on force, and the rebound after landing had almost no power.
Tapping changes to cutting.
The backhand was like cutting off water with a knife, rubbing the tennis ball fiercely, spinning at high speed, pulling the tennis ball and gently lifting it.
Lightly, fluttering its wings and soaring.
The tennis ball flew back along the diagonal line again, but this time the diagonal line did not completely tear away the angle, but was pulled back slightly.
As soon as he kicked off his left leg, the strength of his calf suddenly exploded, and the reaction force pushed his body to run wildly towards the right again.
You can see from the line of sight that Bellucic is also quickly returning to defense. He is preparing to continue attacking. However, Gao Wen's diagonal defense slightly pulled back and was right on his moving line. It was too late to change his steps and his swing was obviously affected.
extrusion.
Unable to attack.
Bellucic didn't take any chances and hit the ball straight with his forehand.
Although he did not exert any force, Bellucic's leverage was indeed very good. A simple top shot successfully created a good return effect.
The tennis ball flew faster and faster along this sideline, flying farther and farther. The straight line was not a completely straight line, but a small diagonal line with a slight angle, and it fell rapidly towards the right sideline of Gawain.
Simple, nothing fancy, but effective.
An offense that is not an offense relies on stability to gain the upper hand in the collision of powerful forces.
However, Gawain had already been prepared.
Kick off the ground, sprint, and cross the field.
The light and nimble steps stepped on the Hot Wheels, and there was no sign of the ankle sprain before. The long afterimage that dragged out seemed to be able to see Gawain's peak state again.
Appeared!
This year's US Open, it was not until the third game that it finally appeared.
The moment of youth should be Gawain's most outstanding moment since Wimbledon. It was inspired by absolute difficulties and absolute passivity.
On one side, Bellucic is returning to defense, always preparing for the next shot.
On one side, Gawain was running all over the field, from right to left, and then from left to right. His body had been completely thrown out, and his acceleration was undoubtedly reaching full speed.
Almost.
Still a little bit worse.
Bellucic's return shot was exactly the same as the previous shot. He completely relied on the strength of the shot and the ultra-low rebound after landing. Although it was ordinary, it was always just right.
Gawain fell into passivity again.
However!
This does not mean that Gawain has to give up. Before this game and during the period after the ankle sprain, Gawain often gave up on such shots.
Even if you want to chase, you are unable to do so. Most of the time, you still have the mentality of protecting your ankle and give up the pursuit.
This time it's different.
Gawain was completely focused and never thought about giving up or being conservative. He only had one thought——
Fight to the end.
One kick. One rush.
Gawain's upper body had been completely thrown out.
Due to a sprained right ankle, Gao Wen was unable to withstand the impact of hard sliding.
If it was a hard rubber court in Melbourne, he could still give it a try, but forget it in New York. It was a hard cement court here, and he didn't want his injury to worsen. By then, even if he didn't want to retire, he would still have to retire.
then.
Lean forward and extend. Your upper body is almost parallel to the ground.
The heels leave the ground, and only the soles and toes of the feet remain connected to the ground. The body has been stretched to the extreme, and the forehand is whipped.
"ah."
Power bursts out from the depths of Dantian, and then is released.
"Ahhh!"
Everything from body to spirit has been stretched to the extreme. The arm has completely given up the action of initiating the racket, relying entirely on the swing of the forearm and wrist. The moment the ball is about to touch the ball, the speed of the wrist increases to another level.
Pat your head and speed up.
boom.
The solid sound of hitting the ball exploded in my ears.
Gao Wen completely ignored Bellucic's position, just focused on himself, just immersed in himself, and struck with a forehand.
Tennis, disappeared.
He.
The whole place was completely silent, there was no sound at all, and even breathing and heartbeat had temporarily stopped.
Bellucic is still moving, heading to the right.
Gawain is also moving, towards the right.
The two people continued to sprint in their respective directions, stumbling and stumbling away from each other, but their eyes were simultaneously looking toward the center of the court to explore.
What about tennis?
--Appeared.
Everyone thought that Gawain would choose a slash, not just Bellusic, which was also the reason why he moved to the right to cover; at the same time, the entire audience and all the professionals in the commentary box all thought so, because Gawain had already
There is no room to hit the ball, so you have a chance to survive by choosing a slash.
but.
Gao Wen knows that even if he chooses to successfully complete the return ball on a diagonal line, Bellucic will be waiting at the diagonal position, and he will still be passive next.
He must give it a try.
so.
straight line.
Gawain chose the straight line.
When tennis reappeared, the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium was silent. Amid shock and confusion, there was only a roar in my mind.
Whoosh.
boom.
The tennis ball got into the straight blind spot of Bellucic's forehand, precise, sharp and flawless.
No solution.
The linesman firmly clasped his hands together in an inbounds gesture.
Aftertaste, curling up.
The technique was shocking and unbelievable, and even the billowing heat wave seemed to have stopped burning briefly.
until--
ah!
A roar and thunder on the ground.
Gao Wen was released like this. His footsteps were almost close to the press box on the right side. He reluctantly braked at the end, but he had no time to take care of it. He turned around and saw the landing point of his return ball, and finally he could no longer control it.
Don’t stop yourself and release all the suppressed emotions.
"Ahhh!"
It was a roar, it was a catharsis, it was a trumpet, and the energy burst out from the depths of the soul, sweeping the whole place mightily.
The veins popped out, the face turned red, the ears turned red, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the rolling heat waves roared above the eardrums, and it could not be calmed down for a long time.
As he shouted, the fighting spirit in his eyes flickered.
Next second!
Pulan clenched his fists and stood up suddenly, roaring, "Ah!"
From Gu Xiao inside the stadium, Qiao Wangsheng outside the stadium, and even every audience in front of the TV watching the live game at this moment.
No one is an exception, and they can clearly feel the force of the heart hitting the chest, exploding, exploding, and roaring continuously.
In the end, they could no longer control themselves and screamed out. The sound went from inside the court to outside the court and from outside the court to inside the court. The entire Arthur Ashe Stadium went crazy.
