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Chapter 2084 Roaring and Boiling

2084 roaring and boiling

Push the ground and brake.

Kick your legs and exert force.

From emergency braking to secondary start, Gawain was on full alert——

Because he knew that he was facing Djokovic, any luck or slack could lead to the failure of this point's layout.

At the same time, he also knew that he was in a passive position, and that the whole situation was very difficult, but Gawain would not sit still and wait for death unless he was prepared.

Tennis is such a thing. Sometimes I feel that the only thing I can do is to give up, but I still can't give up. The moment I give up, this point and this game are over. The only thing I need to do is to continue to fight, continue to work hard, and continue.

Use your few remaining weapons to fight back.

At this time, that's it.

Gao Wen was at his wits end. Although he tried his best, the quality of the lob was still slightly lacking. There was no way. The swing space was too small. From the corner of his vision, he had already caught a glimpse of Djokovic pulling green onions on dry land and preparing for a high-pressure smash. So,

What else can be done now?

Calm and observe.

Judgment, interference.

Gawain did not disarm.

Stop and start suddenly while calmly observing and capturing details.

Then, Gawain noticed——

Djokovic has already taken off from the spot. From the perspective of his shoulders and arms, this should obviously be a forehand diagonal high-voltage smash.

Slash?

At the first moment, Gawain's figure was already running towards the right side of the court that he had completely cleared.

Tread, tap, tap.

With lightning speed, Gawain's movement speed kept soaring amid the chaos and turmoil. Although his knees were shaking, his calves were burning, his center of gravity was drifting, and his internal organs were pounding, Gawain's movements were always firm and unblinking.

Lock down Djokovic.

Kick. Kick. Kick.

The roar stirred up ripples on the soles of the feet.

At this moment.

In a short moment, a short moment, in a fleeting time, Gawain captured Djokovic's hitting action.

straight line?

Oops!

Obviously, Djokovic noticed Gao Wen's lateral movement. High pressure in the backcourt has never been Djokovic's strong point. Because his hitting posture is not accurate, his high pressure is rarely complete.

To exert force means that it is not smooth and smooth, and the force cannot be closed.

In other words, if Djokovic's high-pressure smash line is seen through, it is often impossible to form a winning point.

then.

In a flash of lightning, Djokovic twisted his waist, curled his arms, and abruptly changed the hitting line at the last moment, from a diagonal to a straight line.

Oops.

Gawain's heart shrank, and he immediately realized the crisis, and his fast-moving footsteps suddenly braked.

Kick your right leg hard.

The torrential reaction force swept up overwhelmingly, causing my calves to stiffen and my knees to go numb, making it almost impossible to move.

There is no way to start again and continue changing direction.

His footsteps were actually stuck in place for a short time, and then he watched helplessly as Djokovic completed a high-pressure straight shot at a 60-degree angle above his head, which was neither solid nor crisp.

A muffled sound exploded amidst roaring ripples, and the whole place was in turmoil.

Gone.

You don't need to be very clever or professional to see that Gawain's prediction was wrong and he couldn't get back in time. Djokovic caught the gap and was determined to win this high-pressure shot.

This point brings it to an end.

Snapped.

Djokovic's high-pressure ball still failed to close up, and even his swing was particularly awkward due to the change of hitting route at the last moment.

Tennis ball, falling quickly.

Everything was still like this, Gawain's calves and knees were completely paralyzed, Djokovic's hitting motion was stuck in the air, and the entire audience opened their mouths.

Staring closely, watching, anxiously——

Snapped.

The tennis ball hit the net gently but heavily, creating a white wave.

Wow.

My scalp felt numb for a while.

J.

Djokovic's high-pressure ball actually hit the net.

"ah!"

Gawain clenched his fists and roared, leaping high into the air, the murderous look in his eyes overwhelmingly swallowing up the entire O2 Arena.

He did it.

In a desperate situation where "there was nothing I could do but give up", I fought hard to find a chance of survival and miraculously reversed the predicament.

"Ahhh!"

Gawain released all his emotions without reservation, and the powerful voice filled the whole place, leaving only a roar that shook for a long time.

Across the net, Djokovic looked stunned and dumbfounded.

Turning around, Djokovic looked towards his players' box, his eyes full of question marks, he couldn't believe that he actually missed this shot.

How did all this happen?

Djokovic stood there with his hands on his hips, quietly staring at his players' box, his chest heaving and surging violently.

For a moment, I couldn't tell what emotion it was, whether it was anger, annoyance, depression, frustration or something else. There was only a flame burning.

"God, how did this happen?"

"Oh, God."

"Even watching the replay, I still can't believe how this happened."

"Djokovic has completely taken control of the situation. From the moment he served, there was no chance for Gao Wen, no gap. However, Gao Wen did not give up, he was fighting, he was dealing with it, he was fighting against

…”

"Wait, Jesus Christ..."

"Judging from this slow motion, Djokovic was originally preparing to smash the slash, but because he noticed the direction of Gawain's movement, he changed the choice of hitting line at the last moment, and the hitting posture became awkward and the force was not fully exerted.

At the same time, the racket surface control did not meet expectations, which resulted in the returned ball hitting the net."

"God!"

"On this point, we may need to wait until the game is over before confirming it with Djokovic himself."

"For players at the level of the Big Four, no matter if it is a practice match or an actual match, even if it is a Grand Slam final, they may not miss one out of a hundred with such a high-pressure ball; however, it happened like this.

Wen fought for this point with his unyielding spirit and high fighting spirit."

"Unbelievable, really...unbelievable."

In the commentary room, McEnroe had lost the ability to speak. He was sighing repeatedly like a heartless robot, and his scalp was numb one after another.

The O2 Arena is no exception.

"Fight!"

Maybe, they couldn't see the details that McEnroe saw, but they could still see Gawain's previous efforts and battles, and the God of War style was clearly visible.

This is the Gawain they are familiar with.

"Fight!"

From screaming to roaring to applause, in the end all the noise turned into a neat shout, condensing the energy released by the crazy heartbeat and boiling blood into a rope, and released it in a mighty way, covering the entire building.

The stadium echoed and roared with the storm.

All rationality, calmness, and composure are all burned away at this moment. Just enjoy, feel, and immerse yourself, and let yourself become a part of this feast.

Bang bang, bang bang, that was the heartbeat of the audience, and it was also the heartbeat of the O2 Arena.

In the ninth game of the first set, after a stalemate of 17 minutes and 36 seconds, Gawain broke serve again.

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