My eyes follow the tennis ball back and forth, flying on both sides of the net, and my heart is like riding on a pirate ship, rising and falling, swaying left and right.
Involuntarily, I held my breath, clasped my hands together, and tightened my muscles all over my body. It was so hard that my heart began to hurt.
The next second, it might explode.
Just a week ago, that is, last Sunday, Gawain stood on the stage of Arthur Ashe Stadium and had a bayonet collision with Djokovic. The fifty-seven-shot round was definitely called
It was so exciting that after the game, it was called the most spectacular round of the year by countless netizens.
But to be honest, Gawain wasn't nervous during that round; the round in front of him had just passed twenty beats, and his palms were already soaked with sweat.
Long, anxious, tense, torturous.
However.
Gawain was completely immersed in it, and could even be said to enjoy it.
He likes this feeling. Maybe tennis cannot seek cooperation and response like team sports such as football, basketball, volleyball, etc., but at this moment they are still a group, with all their spiritual strength condensed, fighting side by side, breathing together, beating together, fighting together, and fighting together.
persist in.
They stood with Zhang Ze.
Go left, poof.
Go right, poof.
The beating of the heart perfectly matches the flying rhythm of the tennis ball. Time and space are completely meaningless. Just focus on this moment.
--etc!
Emergency stop and turn!
Zhang Ze caught Rosol's batting action at the first time. Under extreme fatigue, his concentration collapsed, his concentration dropped, and it was difficult to conceal his fake moves. If Zhang Ze had not paid full attention, he might have missed Rosol's shot.
Action, but now, Zhang Ze captured it accurately.
One kick, one meal.
Second start.
Almost all the energy left in his body was released at once. Zhang Ze gritted his teeth and pulled his body back to his forehand position.
In this shot, Rosol did not choose to change the hitting line, but paused, delayed his shot, and waited for Zhang Ze to move before choosing a diagonal line.
Repeat the line for the return shot.
Rosol still tried to disrupt Zhang Ze's steps.
Unfortunately, Rosol's physical fitness is basically exhausted, the quality of his forehand hitting control is mediocre, the angle and landing point are not open, and the effect is very average.
Zhang Ze also had no energy left. He couldn't pick up the rhythm of the sudden stops and turns, so he barely caught up and hit the beat with his forehand.
There is no skill to speak of——
slash.
But the difference is that Zhang Ze's arm swing is slightly larger and the angle is wider.
There's no "tearing" angle, it's just that the tape is slightly opened.
On the opposite side of the court, Rossol also started running quickly, but his heavy steps hesitated a little, as if he was dragging two shot put along the way. He couldn't keep up completely, and his forehand hitting position was a bit awkward, and he barely managed to hit the ball.
One cap, one pocket——
Pull topspin.
At this time, one can faintly see Rosol's hesitation.
He wanted to use the force to hit flat, but he couldn't swing his arms and couldn't bring up the speed of the racket head. So he hurriedly changed to topspin, but his swing was still a little slower. In order to avoid being unable to pull the topspin, the swing movement was obvious.
Acceleration rises, but the racket surface between flat shot and topspin lacks control.
bass.
Rosol's shot was very jerky, which was immediately reflected in the flight path of the tennis ball.
The tennis ball rises high like a flying monkey, filling the parabola.
If the flight curve is high enough, the effect will be good, at least it can suppress the opponent, but it is not high enough, and the hitting position is just right——
It is right between the chest and the shoulders, making it very comfortable to swing and hit the ball.
At the same time, the landing point is neither deep nor shallow, slightly closer to the baseline, but still in the midfield area. If you step forward in time, you can launch an attack in the half court.
Normally, this kind of return would be hammered one after another.
However.
Not only Luo Sol, but Zhang Ze also lacked strength. In addition, he was not used to surfing the Internet and could not keep up with his footsteps. Now he lacked the power to push off the ground instantly. If he hesitated a little, he would miss the opportunity to hit the ball in the half.
So, what to do?
Will the round continue to be entangled again?
No.
Zhang Ze, take the next step.
Even though he was completely slow, even though he was not used to such a tactical combination, Zhang Ze finally took the next step——
What would Gawain do?
The answer to this question is actually very simple. It is not about tactics, but determination. Gao Wen will seize the opportunity without hesitation and make a decisive move. Even when facing top players like Federer and Djokovic, Gao Wen will never do it.
Hold back and take action when it's time to take action.
Zhang Ze had no time to think about whether he had missed the best opportunity, so he took a step forward in a daze.
It's just one step.
But just this simple step shortened Zhang Ze's shot timing from the physical level, grabbed an ascending point, and pushed the forehand out.
It's not a lash, it's not a strafing attack, it's not a blaster, it's just a push.
However, the rhythm of tennis is like this. As long as you grab the hitting point, even if it is just the simplest push with strength, the rhythm will be different.
boom.
The tennis ball rushed out staggeringly along the reverse slash.
In one compartment, a tennis ball is flying.
On the other side, Rosol was running wildly.
And what about Zhang Ze?
He was a little at a loss. He was still not used to entering the bottom line to start a duel, let alone going to the net. Standing in this position, Zhang Ze didn't know what to do, but at least his body memory still knew what to do.
Take a step back.
After Zhang Ze returned to the baseline, he began to prepare for the next shot, his eyes completely locked on the flight path of the tennis ball and Rosol's running figure.
Not only Zhang Ze, but also Gao Wen and the others were all staring at that mustard yellow light.
flight.
Keep flying.
Just like that...he jumped out.
Rossall, not in place.
within the bounds.
win.
Score.
——Take it.
The third one belongs to Zhang Ze.
"ah!"
"Ahhh!"
With a sudden movement, Gawain jumped up high, raised his hands, widened his eyes, and looked at the referee, carefully capturing every move of the referee.
"Game, China..."
Gawain could no longer control himself, and he rushed out like a cheetah with a kick of his feet. His eyes were filled with happiness and madness. It was even more surging and turbulent than what he experienced at Arthur Ashe Stadium last week, and he was forgetful.
He roared and rushed towards Zhang Ze with a sudden movement.
——It’s over. Finally.
There was only one thought in Zhang Ze's mind, and he didn't even have time to react. There was no happiness or joy at all, he just thought:
It was over. He persisted until the end. He persisted. It was so long and hard, but he did it.
The next second, the whole person collapsed on the ground, his mind went blank, he just wanted to lie down for a while, and he couldn't even move a finger.
There was a roar above the eardrums, and the buzzing sound was like the gurgling flow of electricity. Then the vision went dark, and figures rushed up one after another. Smiling faces overlapped each other, and the whole world just escaped into a hustle and bustle.
in the heat wave.
The voices of Gawain and the others seemed to be coming from the other side of the valley, with their own echo effect, and they were shouting in ebb and flow.
