Briefly, very, very briefly, Gawain and Djokovic both stalled -
Stalemate.
No one acted rashly, and no one attacked rashly.
The dynamic clash between lightning and flint reached a deadlock. Both players' batting movements stayed in place, waiting for their opponents to take the lead.
Generally speaking, when both sides stand on the baseline, the defensive side must move first, because the court is spacious and there is more room for movement; but when both sides stand in front of the net, the attacking side must move first, otherwise the shot will be missed.
The difficulty of hitting the ball will rise sharply.
really!
Gawain took the lead.
A two-handed backhand, a straight-line strike, and a heavy hammer.
Straightforward, tough, and solid.
boom!
It can be judged from the sound of the impact that this shot is powerful and heavy enough, and the tennis ball is struck like a straight punch in a boxing ring.
Whoosh!
An afterimage crossed the net, and it was about to form a breakthrough, but a racket blocked the path of the tennis ball and intercepted it.
It's Djokovic.
A step, a forehand, a stretch... The body is fully opened, and it rises into the air like a roc spreading its wings. Taking advantage of the time difference in the gap, the forearm is straightened, the wrist is strong, and the impact with a clang is completely like a baseball home run.
At a very high level, he made a tough kill and completed a block.
Snapped--
The tennis ball hit the end of Djokovic's racket and rushed back like a heavy hammer.
Target Gawain.
Gao Wen did not retreat but instead advanced. After the previous backhand shot, he continued to take small steps forward, trying to get as close to the net as possible to create as much pressure as possible.
My mind is clear.
There is no calculation, no game, no layout. The close combat in front of the net completely relies on first reaction and...intuition, and requires absolute calmness.
Stepping forward, he immediately caught Djokovic's movement and continued to pounce forward even before Djokovic touched the ball.
"Going at high speed VS flying at high speed".
In his pupils, he could clearly see the shadow of the tennis ball that continued to enlarge in his field of vision, coming towards him like a hurricane with its teeth and claws.
...a head-on car accident?
Just as he was about to collide, he saw Gawain move his body slightly to the left, as if holding the pipa to half-cover his face, and moved out of the way, holding the clap in his right hand in front of his body.
First block.
A flick.
The most important thing is to straighten your arms and control the racket surface. That's it. Use your body as a shield and your forward step as a support.
It all depends on conditioned reflex.
Bang.
Everything happened like this, before he blinked, before he exhaled, before Djokovic closed the shot, Gao Wen had already completed the shot.
——Backslash.
The tennis ball fell into the entire gap of Djokovic's backhand like a shooting star. The sea was as wide as a fish could leap, the sky was as high as a bird could fly, and it was spinning and hugging the earth.
Whoosh, whoosh, the strong wind hunted, the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium was thrown into the gap of time and space, slowed down ten times, a hundred times, and finally stopped.
Slowly, slowly, carefully, all the eyes of the audience were focused on that tennis ball. Behind him, Gawain turned his body sideways to show the flexibility of his waist and abdomen. Next to him, Djokovic shifted his center of gravity and looked back at the moon.
I tried to find the trajectory of the tennis ball but couldn't start it. I watched the tennis ball fly.
The hand rises and the knife falls.
It seems that you can clearly see the vibrations of the tennis ball spinning, creating ripples that spread throughout the entire venue.
within the bounds.
Score.
Finish.
An incredible but perfect ending. Unbelievable. Unbelievable things are happening right in front of your eyes. It's like Atlantis appears. The magnificent and magnificent scene impacts your brain. Reason and calmness are defeated step by step, and you lose your helmet in an instant.
Abandon armor and fall into madness.
Thirty-eight shots!
A whole thirty-eight shots!
It is not only long, but also anxious; not only difficult, but also thrilling. The strong confrontation between you and me bursts out 200% of the amazing energy, and finally ends in an incredible way. The passion and blood are fully detonated. The first
The situation of the battle was completely overturned and the balance was broken.
Break, success——
ah!
Qiao Wangsheng went crazy.
ah!
The commentator's seat went crazy!
Ahhhh!
Arthur Ashe Stadium went crazy.
Boom! Boom boom boom!
Fans and viewers in every corner of the world were all connected through live broadcast signals and went crazy together.
At this moment. At this moment.
Any language is eclipsed. There is no need to speak, to see, to listen, to experience, to feel, that is enough.
Because of the wonderful round just now, which lasted thirty-eight shots, it ended with a close-quarters fight at the net.
Because from being "1:3" behind to "5:3" leading in four consecutive games, Gao Wen came from behind to control the situation in the first set with an unparalleled performance.
What's more, Gao Wen's undisputed and flawless performance on break points in his opponent's two consecutive service games easily ignited the competitive sports craze.
So magical, so wonderful, so bright, both players have already exploded to the extreme. The burning feeling in the anaerobic state turned the golden sunshine all over the sky into a sea of fire, and all the thoughts in the eyes, ears, and brains were burned.
It was completely gone, leaving only a dazzling roar.
Nothing matters anymore.
ah!
Qiao Wangsheng is burning. Now he finally understands what it feels like to burn life and soul. The smooth and wanton sense of reality cannot be expressed and cannot be replaced. He is jumping, cheering and roaring.
The overwhelming roar, the impassioned heartbeat, surged through Arthur Ashe Stadium, and there were no other sounds left. This was the charm of the scene——
On the court.
Djokovic's face was full of astonishment. He couldn't believe his eyes. He lost serve in two consecutive service games and lost the break point twice in a row.
How is this going?
Moreover, even when Djokovic has fully improved his condition and raised his fighting spirit, the bitterness of the situation is almost maddening.
When his anger reached the limit, Djokovic did not want to throw his racket or vent, but just stared at Gawain with wide eyes, watching quietly.
Deep in the pupils, the flame was burning, and in the blink of an eye it had spread into an ocean.
Gawain, did not flinch.
Uprightly, confidently, with a firm gaze, he faced Djokovic's eyes head-on, filled with youthful wantonness and publicity, filled with the blood and passion of a warrior, and launched a head-on collision without showing any signs of weakness, without any roar.
But you can still hear the roar of the soul.
Ambition. Must achieve.
In an instant, even the hustle and bustle of Arthur Ashe Stadium was no longer important. The hot and rich heat wave slowly condensed, and the oxygen almost disappeared.
Suffocate. Stare.
——Confrontation.
This is the first time, even though Djokovic and Gauvin have met many times, although Djokovic and Gauvin have competed in key events many times, despite the grievances between Djokovic and Gauvin
Love and hatred have been constantly refreshed, written, and pushed to the extreme, but this is the first time.
Both players have entered a new level and showed a new look with absolute conviction.
It was not until this moment that Djokovic finally realized the crisis after losing two consecutive service games, both of which were lost on a break point.
With a sudden inspiration, my mind became clearer than ever before, and I realized something very, very important:
Things are no longer the same. Breakthroughs and transformations from quantitative changes to qualitative changes are taking place before my eyes.