The air was slightly tight, and without warning, Djokovic increased his speed.
Here, for the second consecutive point, Gao Wen was forced to slide to save the ball, chipped with his backhand, and barely pushed the tennis ball back to the center.
On the other side, Djokovic continuously adjusted his position in small steps, raised his forehand early, and prepared to launch continuous attacks.
A false shot!
Seeing that Djokovic was about to take action, his swing obviously paused, trying to deceive Gao Wen, but this time, Gao Wen was not fooled.
There was a momentary pause, and the two players facing each other across the net once again started a mental tug-of-war, and thick smoke and sparks quickly filled the entire field.
Then--
Djokovic takes action.
Forehand, backslash; and, delay the shot, simply give up the flat shot, play the ball again, choose to control the landing point, and aim at the blind corner to launch the attack.
The entire audience is in focus.
The tennis ball pulled a beautiful parabola towards the dead corner of Gawain's backhand baseline, and its long tail maintained the breath of thousands of people on the scene.
Wait, out of bounds?
Djokovic hit the ball with this shot. After giving up the flat shot, he used the ball to pursue the ultimate landing point. He pressed the ball very deeply and cunningly, and was suspected of going out of bounds.
Tap tap, tap tap.
However, Gawain was already in position smoothly. He was completely focused and focused, not paying attention to the landing point. His eyes were fixed on the falling curve of the tennis ball.
Disaster!
Extremely difficult!
First, Djokovic asked for a perfect landing spot and took a shot at himself. Although he was not fooled, his landing rate was still a little lacking.
Secondly, Gao Wen himself also needs to make judgments and make choices. Even if the ball returns successfully with this shot, what will happen with the next shot? How to distribute physical energy?
If Djokovic's return ball goes out of bounds, it would be perfect to save energy; but Gao Wen cannot take risks. There is no retreat for him. Once he gives up the shot or chooses to challenge with Hawkeye, it is equivalent to handing over his fate.
Leave it to luck, leave it to the sideline, leave it to Hawkeye to challenge the system.
He refused.
Therefore, Gawain did not hesitate to stay focused, as if the ball was in bounds, and prepared to hit the ball.
He stepped on the ground with his left leg, straightening his knees. His calf was sore and almost unable to exert force, but Gawain still gritted his teeth and kicked the ground hard.
——Inside!
He.
When the linesman made a gesture, Arthur Ashe Stadium was filled with exclamations. They all covered their mouths in disbelief and looked at the referee.
Are you sure this isn't out of bounds?
Even the professionals in the commentary booth could not control their calmness and objectivity and exclaimed——
This score is really too close.
From the perspective of a bystander, it does appear to be out of bounds.
But the linesman didn't shout, and the referee didn't make a call, so the game continued.
Without warning, "out," someone shouted.
It's not the linesman or the referee, but the audience in the stands. It's hard to tell whether it's a Djokovic fan or a Gauvin fan. But this is really inappropriate. At such a tense and suffocating moment, someone actually interferes with the progress of the game, and even
It might bring an end to this game.
Buzz buzz...
There was a surge of restlessness in the calm of Arthur Ashe Stadium, and even if I tried my best to suppress it, I could still feel the roar of the heat.
but!
On the court, the two players were unmoved, as solid as a rock, staring intently at the tennis ball.
But I saw Gawain——
Kick off, continue to exert force with your left calf, and move your body forward along with the forward force. Finally, your right leg leaves the ground, letting centrifugal force and inertia pull your body out.
Golden Rooster is independent.
All the weight and all the strength were directed towards the left leg, like a ballerina, whipping up.
Well!
With a muffled groan, all the power deep in the Dantian was released.
Swing, push and block, exert force.
ah!
Roaring out, you can clearly feel the impact and collision of the racket string hitting the tennis ball. At this moment, give it a try without any reservation.
——Fight!
All the noise and bustle in the audience were cut off, and even breathing and heartbeat had disappeared. They stared at this beat with dumbfounded eyes.
straight line.
It's actually a straight line.
On the edge of the cliff of extreme predicament and extreme passivity, facing Djokovic's acceleration and suppression, Gawain made an earth-shattering shot without warning.
The moment the shot was released, the speed of the racket head was completely increased, and the power was no longer retained, and was just released with great force.
Ahhhh!
All the burning energy deep in the soul is attached to the tennis ball, and the tennis ball turns into a fireball, piercing through the court mightily.
Straight straight.
Draw a straight line along the sideline, drill from the bottom line dead corner into the bottom line dead corner, and complete the straight line connection.
Opposite the net.
Djokovic was startled and just started to move, trying to defend his forehand, but then he realized: it was too late.
Backhand straight line, Gawain's famous weapon on this court, when facing him, the sword was unsheathed again, suddenly burst out, and struck a fatal blow.
Fall to the ground and bloom.
within the bounds.
Score.
"40:30".
Then--
Gawain clenched his fists, his knees could no longer support him, he squatted down heavily, curled up together, and the detonated energy exploded wantonly.
Ahhhh!
The God of War, roaring with blood, high and unyielding fighting spirit, and the will to fight to the end are fully ignited. Even though he is scarred, exhausted, and even faltering, he still does not give up. Like a swan's elegy, he sings the most beautiful, gorgeous and magnificent song of life.
Ahhhh!
Gawain's roar broke through the heat wave, tore through the sunlight, and exploded with mighty force, causing the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium to tremble.
As he shouted, Qiao Wangsheng's eyes became moist -
Without the need for words, he could feel the unyieldingness and tenacity. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Gawain had indeed reached the extreme.
From injuries to accidents to the continuous challenges faced by Federer and Djokovic, not to mention the ubiquitous pressure and attacks on and off the court, Gao Wen has indeed experienced too much along the way; even
Even in this game, I went from leading to falling behind and then gritted my teeth and fought hard to catch up.
Gawain really has no reservations.
Seeing the small figure curled up in a ball on the court, which was only the size of a palm, but erupted with such amazing, majestic and hot energy, Qiao Wangsheng could no longer control himself and did not bother to wipe the hair on his cheeks.
With tears in his eyes, he shouted without thinking.
"Fight!"
Listen, that's the cry from Arthur Ashe Stadium. It spread out in a blink of an eye, like lava all over the ground, burning brightly and hot.
"Fight!"
Then, Gawain jumped up suddenly, clenched his right fist and beat his chest——
not end yet.
The game is not over yet.
Until that happens, the fight will continue. His heart is still beating, his blood is still burning, and he is still running.
Ah! Ahhh! Fight!
Do you feel it? It is the force of the heart slamming against the chest, and the burning energy of the soul.
With bright eyes, Gao Wen looked across the court, finally no longer suppressing his emotions, and looked directly into Djokovic's eyes. There is another one, right?
He is already prepared.
The madness at Arthur Ashe Stadium lasted for a full minute. The referee reminded him three times in a row before the situation was brought under control and the game could continue.
But now, three and one, the situation has quietly changed.
